May 2009
Fun with chemistry
Sunday, May 31st, 2009Think before you speak
Friday, May 22nd, 20091.Overheard comment at Mighty Girl’s blog:
Commentator during last weekend’s Preakness Stakes: “I had the pleasure of riding both his mother and his grandmother.”
2. I wish I had thought of this.
Brian & Eileen’s Wedding Music Video. from LOCKDOWN projects on Vimeo.
3. Ever suffered through an Olan Mills portrait session? Now you can laugh at others in awkward photo poses.
A B C U P
Thursday, May 21st, 2009
See this? It’s a jockstrap font. It reminds me of when my best friend and I got in trouble junior year for doodling condom designs in our government notebooks.
Putting the twit in Twitter
Wednesday, May 6th, 2009Can this be real?
Spam of the Day
Wednesday, May 6th, 2009From a “Knickerbocker Sturgell”: Too Pooped to Pop? And then some sort of misspelled pitch for little blue pills. “Too pooped to pop” is a phrase my mother uses, and it’s the only time you’ll ever hear the word poop cross her lips.
It still irks me that saying “crap” in her household got you an earful of admonition and a mouthful of soap. Didn’t she know that everyone else was out drinking Zima behind the barn IN MIXED COMPANY? Heck if I ever turned up pregnant or drunk after youth group Bible study.
Anylegalism, here is a list of things that suck, lest we let all this Grace in Small Things get out of hand:
1. Our tax bill. Before The Biz and joint filing entered my life, I viewed tax season as a sort of fun event where you do a few math problems, and then the government gives you a check. This year, there were way too many zeros on the check we gave the government. At least there was an accountant to do the math.
2. It has been raining for days, with no end in sight.
3. Due to my over-eagerness to bond with obscure branches of my family-in-law, I rsvp’ed to a stranger’s wedding instead of to The Dirty Thirty Cougar Coming Out Party of one Flashmistress Gogodancer. It’ll be calico jumpers and fruit punch instead of animal prints and cocktails.
4. My new haircut makes me look like this. 
Butt of sack
Friday, May 1st, 2009From today’s Publisher’s Lunch:
As has been expected, Carol Ann Duffy was named the UK’s poet laureate, the first woman to hold the position in 341 years. Along with a small stipend, the honor comes with a “butt of sack” — 600 bottles of sherry to stoke the muse — which the Guardian says she asked for upfront after hearing the previous laureate Andrew Motion never received his due.
Thank goodness for British English, which gives us these treasures of language from time to time. A butt of sack is a wooden cask for storing wine and will hold about 126 gallons of such beverage. Shakespeare uses the term in The Tempest, wherein the shipwrecked Stephano explains his means of survival:
I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard…(Act II, Scene II)
I think I may have a butt of sack of my own in out in the living room. It’s a wooden box with Portuguese wine branding, nailed shut, big enough for about 8 bottles. I keep my plants on it.
And that closes out today’s butt of sack post. Unless the 7-year-old boy in me wants to say “butt of sack” once more….why yes, he does. Butt of sack. I think it’s my new funniest word, supplanting “crapbag.”