I say … you think

I say … and you think … ?

  1. Bangs ::
  2. Diaper ::
  3. Coffee table ::
  4. Cops ::
  5. Matches ::
  6. 250 ::
  7. Hurricane ::
  8. Bad ::
  9. Confirmation ::
  10. Fiber ::

What I thought:

I say … and you think … ?

  1. Bangs ::bucks
  2. Diaper ::change
  3. Coffee table ::rings
  4. Cops ::and robbers
  5. Matches ::fire
  6. 250 ::350
  7. Hurricane :: TopFive
  8. Bad ::to the bone
  9. Confirmation ::hotel
  10. Fiber ::optic

OMFG we are in the new house.  I can’t find anything.  It looks worse today than it did yesterday, and we haven’t even touched the packed 18′ pod (UNIT) trailer in the driveway.  I have to go back to work tomorrow, very backed up and will no doubt have many extra hours to put in this week.  Gag.

I wish there was a closet rod somewhere in the house.

It’ll be great when we get all moved in and sitch-ee-ated.  But that may be after 2012 at this rate.  GAWD.

One thing at a time, baby steps, deep breaths, etc etc blah blah blah.

But we’re out of  BumFuck, Egypt! Yayyyyy!

Why it’s okay to move

… away from Yuba City.

Going to dinner tonight  – look over to the right.  Voila!   Chickens!  I like chickens as much as the next guy but what does it say when they run around downtown and live in parking lots?   Mostly around the fast food joints. There are a LOT of them.

Bob took this picture.  Fecking iPhones.  You wouldn’t know this was even chickens w/out the arrows and explanation.

Good friends

My sister’s dog Angus and new friend Pearl.  Pearl came from the dump but obviously polished up nicely.

This was written by a 5 year old (some years back).  It just keeeels me.   Was your 5 year old that smart?  Mine, either.  Or if he was, he was in the wrong environment.

Miracles Do Happen

Someone actually bought this house in this stinking economy.  Signed it away this morning.  The buyers got a helluva bargain.  But – so did we on the other end!  It all works out.  I am finally moving out of Bumfuck, Egypt, and into the Sacramento area.  20-30 minute commute during heavy traffic, about 12 minutes with no traffic.  Compare and contrast this to my commute of the last 7 years, wherein I drove an hour each way if there was NO traffic.  Gawd.  I so happy to be getting an hour plus back in my day you can’t even imagine.

We were going to downsize, but mainly the only downsizing we did was in storage.  The new garage is quite a bit smaller, so ToolMan may be having some issues.  There will be less room for junk in the house, too, which is probably a good thing as I am an avid junk collector.   We are going through stuff now, trying to sort and toss and give away.  It’s so hard!   Does a person really need 27 t-shirts?  I think so.  They are from all the fun places I’ve been, and would not remember going to were it not for the t-shirt.  I have a lot of mirrors, too.  Big ones.  I like mirrors because of the way they reflect light, but they don’t really do much good in the closet.  And they weigh a lot.  And they’re hard to pack.  But nice ones are expensive these days.  What if I don’t have enough mirrors sometime?  Wait, that’s just plain dumb.   I’ll give one of them awayand take a picture of it for memory’s sake.


Subconscious Mutterings –

Week 394

Try it!

I say … and you think … ?

  1. Rhythm ::
  2. Baby ::
  3. Sanctimonious ::
  4. I like ::
  5. Constipated ::
  6. Sleep late ::
  7. Over easy ::
  8. Erratic ::
  9. Umbrella ::
  10. You don’t ::


Mine (first pass as always):

I say … and you think … ?

  1. Rhythm :: and blues
  2. Baby ::  maker
  3. Sanctimonious :: bastard
  4. I like ::  you!
  5. Constipated ::  thought processes
  6. Sleep late ::  backache
  7. Over easy ::  Denny’s!
  8. Erratic ::  driver
  9. Umbrella ::  rain
  10. You don’t ::  but I do!

It’s the little things

… that make my day.   Like Wil on a horse.  With a tan.  If you know who Wil is, you know his motto:  Don’t Be A Dick.

I like these Old Spice ads and take-offs.  There’s one about being in the library, too, but I can’t remember where it is.

Here’s the latest way to quit your job that doesn’t involve emergency slides:


And doesn’t that make  you laugh again about the flight attendant, really?  Have you seen how many friends and ‘likes’ he has on FB?  Check out the t-shirts.  Heh.  Popular culture at its finest.  I’m behind the curve for posting this but you should be used to that by now.  I am the pop culture maven for old, slow people.  Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Also:  is there a word for the thing you’re doing if you “cut off your nose to spite your face”?  It’s almost the word(s) ‘counter-productive’ but that doesn’t quite capture it.  I am having a brain fart about this.  You are doing something to someone that hurts yourself more than the other intended target and do it even though you know the outcome.

Last (for the moment) but not least, text “kids” to 277-22 to make a $10 matched donation to the Loma Linda Childrens Hospital. I don’t know who is matching it.   Craig Bierko is running a 24 hour tweet-a-thon to boost donations. Actually, it’s probably over by the time I posted (see pop culture reference above).  Anyway, I don’t know why he’s doing it.  Nathan Fillion was pushing it.    There are numerous Vimeo videos out there, you can search and find out more if you’ve read this far.


Nice quotes today from the Quotemaster.

They made me a little nostalgic.  I used to date musicians.  Was even married to one briefly!  I schlepped drums and a Peavy amp (not by myself) and all things musical for about 6 months on the road at the tender age of 18.   It was an experience, for sure.  XMRadio would have been a godsend for those long drives in between gigs from Bumfuck, Texas, to Butt, Montana. I heard Bennie and the Jets about a thousand times.  B-B-B-B-Bennie!


I don’t need to be recognized with presents. I just wanna go onstage and sing my song.
– Celine Dion

You can cage the singer but not the song.
– Harry Belafonte

Songs are funny things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.
– Pete Seeger

I just wrote one song at a time. Kinda like an alcoholic. One day at a time.
– Neil Young

The songs worked as a different kind of rhetoric, one that could reach the fence-sitters.
– Peter Yarrow

Song writing is about getting the demon out of me. It’s like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won’t let you. So you have to get up and make it into something, and then you’re allowed to sleep.
– John Lennon, 1940 – 1980