Archive for June, 2006

The Friday Song Lyrics Quiz!

June 30, 2006

In blatant theft from our sweet young friend in Florida (who admittedly stole it from someone else), it’s the Friday Song Lyrics Quiz!

I am such a geezer I don’t actually own an ipod… so I will have to pull lyrics from songs saved on my ‘pooter. They’ll probably be much too easy. Here goes:

1. It’s getting near dawn,
When lights close their tired eyes.
I’ll soon be with you my love,
To give you my dawn surprise.

2. You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide

3. There’s a rhyme that the children sing
When darkness comes, with the fear it brings

4. World was on fire, no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do

5. Gee but its great to be back home
Home is where I want to be
I’ve been on the road so long my friend

6. Unexpectedly, you came back to see,
If I was waiting, like I promised long before.
Your shadow filled the room, the music changed it’s tune,
When I saw you, you were standing at the door.

7. They put a parking lot on a piece of land
When the supermarket used to stand.
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local palais.
That’s where the big bands used to come and play.
My sister went there on a Saturday.

8. Once upon a time, once when you were mine
I remember skies reflected in your eyes
I wonder where you are…

9. Lying awake I turn to you as you are softly sleeping
I think of what I’d like to do while you are somewhere dreaming

10. You are all the woman I need
And baby you know it
You can make this beggar a king
A clown or a poet

Prize? Of course there’s no prize… except the satisfaction of a job well done. So have at it, folks!

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Be Sure Your Sins Will Find You Out

June 23, 2006

I hear from a reliable source that His Nadlessness has been admonished by members of his church that he really should marry that woman he is living in sin with.

And some of those people have learned, through the grapevine, that he was two-timing that woman he’s living in sin with.

If he’s not busted with her now, he soon will be, because there’s nothing a small town likes more than juicy gossip.

Okay, Who’s The Comedian?

June 21, 2006

At 9 o’clock this morning, while I was still in my pajamas (I work at home until that hour) a gas company technician knocked on my door.

Seems that someone using my name, my address and my phone number called to request a heater relight.

Huh? It’s hotter ‘n’ purple hades outside. Besides, my heater’s pilot light is not out. If it were, this would not be the time of year I would choose to have it relit.

I asked if they had caller ID on where the request came from. Unfortunately, they did not.

No, I did not flatten His Nadlessness’s tires, nor did I call or e-mail his girlfriend. And I’m not even sure she knows I exist. So I am not looking in that direction.

My address is not published in the phone book, so it could not have been just some little kids pulling a prank either.

So… anybody got any good ideas for what I should do to the perpetrator if I find out who it is?

Rest In Peace

June 19, 2006

V.’s oldest kitty Harvey (“The Harvinator”) has gone to that great catnip patch in the sky.

Rest in peace, Harvey, and my most sincere condolences to the family.

Don’t You Just Hate That?

June 15, 2006

Brain farts. Senior moments. A humbling experience, as my mother said. Whatever you want to call them.

Running around in my usual morning headless-chicken mode, today I managed to get out of the house without my keys.

Since they changed the lock on my storage room I hadn’t reset my secret key arrangement, which involved a key to the storage room in the flowerpot, and a key to the house in the storage room.

Long story a whole lot shorter, my 85 year old mother rousted out my sister, borrowed her spare key to my place, and drove it over to me.

And I was having such fun playing “snake” on my cell phone until she arrived………

And I was only half an hour late for work.

Speaking (and reading) English

June 13, 2006

Big story on Rush Limbaugh this morning has to do with the Philadelphia restaurant owner who may be in trouble with the city because he has a sign that proclaims this is America, and would people please speak English when ordering.

Rush did not mention that this restaurant owner could also be in trouble for discriminating against the illiterate. I wonder if some hungry lawyer will try for that angle too.

Cross-posted at Wizbang Bomb Squad

‘Pooter Update

June 9, 2006

As it turns out, the secondary hard drive is just fine; apparently the BIOS had a hiccup and it momentarily vanished, but now it’s back. That’s the good news.

The not-so-good news is that in the process of diagnosis, the technician predicts that my motherboard is on the verge of suicide.

Well… it was a used board a year and a half ago, and it cost me 50 bucks, so I guess I’ve probably gotten my money’s worth out of it.

The technician has recommended in the strongest terms that I upgrade to new hardware–but such an upgrade is going to require the dreaded operating system upgrade as well, because none of the new hardware is backward-compatible to Windows 98.

If you read the previous post linked above, you’ll see that my main objection to Windows XP (other than the fact that I have a hate-hate relationship with pretty much all Microsoft products; can you say “feature bloat?”) is the wee glitch that would not allow me to print out my work from WordPerfect 5.1 for DOS. (Kate, if you’re reading this, I hate Macs even worse, so don’t even go there with me!)

There’s an alternative; involves importing the finished work into MS Weird Word and printing it from there, but geez, what a hassle.

After some Googling and surfing last night, I came across a little program called Tame that purports itself to solve my problem. It’s a $20 program, and they offer a 30-day trial download. What’s to lose? I promptly downloaded and installed it on my XP laptop, hooked the laptop up to the laser printer, opened a document in WordPerfect for DOS (complete with the add-on scalable font manager), crossed my fingers, and hit “print.” And lo and behold–it printed exactly the way it’s supposed to.

Okay, there’s got to be something wrong here. NOTHING computer-related is ever THAT easy! Must be my turn for a miracle.

So now, when my desktop ‘pooter croaks for the last time and I am forced to give Bill Gates some more of my hard-earned money, I will be able to run my good old DOS program with only a $20 add-on.

And In Other News…

June 7, 2006

… my young co-worker (also known as pregnant woman #2) is carrying twins.

Everybody please pray her husband gets the great big raise he deserves when he’s promoted, so she can stay home with the babies. Not, mind you, that I am looking forward to replacing her… but, as she says, why is she having children if she’s just going to put them in day care?

Uh Oh…

June 7, 2006

… the secondary hard drive on my desktop ‘pooter is playing possum. Without it, I am out of business. Not funny. So I am backing up the primaries, and then it’s off to the computer hospital.

Everybody cross your fingers… please.

“Health” News

June 6, 2006

According to the latest news, as many as 16 million bad-tempered Americans now have a medical excuse for their bad behavior choices. Hurrah! It’s not their fault! It’s an illness!

This brings to mind a story V. told me during her recent visit. Her son, now 17, was in junior high at the time of 9/11.

When he heard the news of the terrorist attack, he went berserk and destroyed a couple of lockers with his fists. Some teachers managed to get him into an empty classroom and keep him there until V. could come and get him.

Later, he offered to pay for the damage. The school said thank you, but we’ll take care of it.

Now here’s a kid being raised right. He took responsibility for his temper outburst and was willing to suffer the consequences.

As an aside… this boy has also been diagnosed with A.D.D. He took medication for a short while, and although his grades improved, he decided he really didn’t like how it made him feel, so he went off the drug and just applied himself harder. And guess what? His improved grades held up. Go figure.