The Funny Farm
Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats...
Adventures of a Basic Force For Good in Our TimeTM
Tuesday, 27 Conclusion 2005
More Things to Do:
Vote in the first annual Golden Winger Awards (affectionately known as the Kippies*;
Nominate your favorite liberal blogger in the annual Koufax Awards;
Check out the results from the annual Weblog awards - amazingly, even though the contest was stacked against progressive representation in the voting, and a large number of deserving sites were not even nominated**, a significant number of progressive weblogs (including one of our own personal faves, Jeebus' General) managed to do quite well.
* - but only until Xmas Day, which is basically New Year's Eve and Christmas Eve rolled into one in the Midling Calendar.
** - a Best Law Blog category that didn't even include Talk Left? Please...
Fryday, 17 Conclusion 2005
Things to do:
- Laugh at this oldie but goodie that our good friend Snoot from the Great White North sent us the other day:
At dawn the telephone rings. "Hello, Senor Snoot? This is Ernesto the caretaker at your country house." "Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?" "Um, I am just calling to advise you, sir, that your parrot died" "My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?" "Si, that's the one." "That's a shame! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?" "From eating rotten meat." "Rotten meat? Who fed him rotten meat?" "Nobody senor. He ate the meat of one of the dead horses." "Dead horse? What dead horse?" "The thoroughbred, Mr. Lucky. He died from all that work pulling the water cart." "Are you insane? What water cart?" "The one we used to put out the fire." "Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?" "The one at the house! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire." "What the...!!! But there's electricity at the house!!!! What was the candle for?" "For the funeral."! "WHAT FUNERAL?!" "Your wife's. She showed up last night out of the blue and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Tiger Woods Nike Driver*." SILENCE.................... "Ernesto, if you broke that driver you're fired!" |
You could vote in the 2005 Weblog Awards Category Central. Or send a donation to Wampum for the 2006 Koufax Awards and get ready to particpate in the nomination and voting process.
Tom Tomorrow gives us a useful holiday idea - send your Season's Greetings card to Falafel Boy today!
Try to find some extra time for any trips you might make in the metro Detroit area, as there is enough snow to cause problems for you if you're not paying close enough attention.
But above all, make some time to enjoy that which you might have available to you right now, and reflect upon the events which you have made it through over the past year.
It is quite possible that random holiday guerilla blogging may take place before the start of the calendar year**
* - TM Pajamas Media Open Sores Media OSMorgothical Whatever - the conservative propaganda source that got three and a half million to set up shop on the internets. Sorry, link not even worth google-bombing...
** - both Gregorian and Midling Calendar-wise. We should be updating that site soon, and as usual we're asking for you to consider buying one of our calendars. However, factoring the response so far in with our holiday schedule, this might not be taking place until next calendar year. On the third hand, stranger things have happened...
Sunday, 11 Conclusion 2005
But only in the sense that we recently dropped from our heady status as an Adorable Rodent* down to a Slithering Reptile in the Truth Laid Bear Ecosystem. We have managed to crawl back to the bottom of the Flappy Bird section, but we need more links from the internets. So please consider updating your blog to include us in the sites linked to. You'll be glad you did!
* - We're pretty sure we made it up to Marauding Marsupial from time to time, but we'd be happy just to get back to being a rat in the TTLB maze...
Friday, 9 Conclusion 2005
A few stops we made on our way around the internets of late:
Fellow former OSPer Jo Fish over at Democratic Veteran nails this one on target. Then again, there are many nations in many lands with many things in some places that are far worse than what we have here.
Susie! Susie! Susie! Susie! I could go on, but you should get over to her zone on the internets yourself. You never know what she's got in store for you since our eyes were there last...
Manda Panda cuts to the chase (cough) on a couple of issues we feel very strongly about while pointing to another simple solution from Ampersand over at Alas, A Blog.
The nerve of some people!
And finally (for now)*, we might make it the theaters for this one... (Warning! - Quick Time, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, required to view trailer. Plus it's a humungoid download - but well worth it!)
* - and the crowd screams with enjoyment!
Thursday, 8 Conclusion 2005
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test |
Humpday, 7 Conclusion 2005
Our remote correspondant Candy Girl sends us this update from the field:
Letter From a Farm Kid (NOW AT San Diego MARINE CORPS RECRUIT TRAINING.) Dear Ma and Pa, I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you til noon when you get fed again. It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route marches," which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it's not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice but awful flat. The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none. This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move, and it ain't shooting at you like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes. Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home. I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I'm only 5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and near 300 pounds dry. Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in. Your loving daughter, |