Notice there’s no talk of Goosepondery over here. But I’m still putting my money on ‘Coma. If anyone can find the GSM, she can.
(Technically I guess the category should be ‘Coma tales, but seeing as how the category was begat of Squirrelly’s now-confirmed ice cream headache remedy that I impudently laughed at when I first heard it, plus Squirrel Queen Tales just sounds funnier…)
Yeah, so my Mom opened up an e-mail the other night to find that she was the beneficiary of thousands (or millions?) of dollars left to her in the late Luciano Pavarotti’s will.
The persistence of that particular flavor of spam scam really amazes me. How many years has that thing been going around the ‘Net? Do people really still fall for it?
I think my favorite influx ever were the ones in German that were coming to one of my Gmail boxes for a while. I don’t speak nor read German, but I could pick out enough words and deduce from the format that it was the same old same old. Heh.
One thing I almost always get in my Christmas stocking every year (we’re Episcopalian, that explains it, right?) is a few miniature bottles of whatever liquor or liqueur - usually Bailey’s or Kahlua since I drink stuff like that in coffee often in the winter, but sometimes other stuff. I don’t drink much liquor as a rule and my tastes tend to run to anything that tastes like Kool-Aid. I like many Schnapps - green apple, cinnamon, butterscotch, peach (Pucker in the peach preferably, the rest is too sweet). I like white rum, vodka, and that’s really about it. In the last couple of years, I’ve scored some little bottles of Stoli and some vodka from the Czech Republic. It’s also a well-known fact I like orange soda.
So what better after a really crummy week than to pull a Keith Richards and celebrate the end of this awful week with Keef’s favorite drink, Nuclear Waste - orange soda, cranberry juice, and vodka. Although I’m kinda beginning to think about halfway through that this might taste better with some of that Malibu Rum I’ve had stashed in the kitchen for months instead.
But it’s okay. Depending on where you read, some recipes don’t include the cranberry juice - just straight orange soda and vodka, I think better with the cranberry juice though. Some recipes claim it has to be Sunkist (which I can’t stand) and some say orange Fanta (which is what I’m drinking). It’s all right, but I’m probably still going to dump some of that coconut rum in there before the night is through.
On another note, you might want to have a couple of your own favorite beverages and then go look at this. (Please don’t tell anybody that my first question to ‘Coma when she first pointed it out was, “Are they kangaroos?” - let’s just keep that between you and me.)
Travis and I hung in the same crowd back in my old college days in the ‘Boro, and I have on my bookshelves a VHS copy of an early video comedy effort he and some mutual friends made back when they were still in high school, so it’s been a big kick to watch his progression to now becoming nationally known. I wrote here on the Zone a while back about how our initial meeting way back in 1987 didn’t go so well, but in recent years we have caught up and chatted off and on and a nicer and more pleasant guy you couldn’t meet, so I’m doubly thrilled for his success. It’s awesome when good things happen to good people.
The Red State Update bits (all of which can be found on YouTube and the guys’ site) are what’s made them so famous now, but I leave you with one of my favorite Travis and Jonathan bits, Travis and Satchel, which both makes me laugh and creeps me out a little ‘cos Satchel both looks and sounds a little bit like one of my older male relatives (and dummies kinda freak me out anyway). Enjoy…
Please bring me a set of Bob Krumm and Bill Hobbs action figures this year for Christmas.
I know it’s a little early to be asking, but I believe you can also get the Roger Abramson, Sean Braisted, and Rob Huddleston ones as an added bonus if you act now. I would very much like those too.
I understand the Kleinheider and Brittney Gilbert ones are always included when you have the whole set, so that’d be great.
(Please wrap them separately, though, since I hear the Kleinheider action figure is now only available in the version with the yanking chain attachment and the included bumper sticker that says “Pungent is a GOOD adjective!”.)
Thanks and Happy Late Easter,
Lynnster
P.S. If the Newscoma and Hutchmo Mondo Awesome Organizers with matching action figures are available also, those would be nice too. Especially if the Newscoma one comes with the Mabel attachment. Thanks.
P.P.S. Please leave a set of all of those action figures in Aunt B.’s stocking this year too.
P.P.P.S. It might be a good idea to hide her video camera and change her YouTube password while you’re there. I’m just sayin’.
Just a big hearty welcome to any overreacting business people or legal eagles who should have known better, should they drop by and visit The Lynnster Zone.
I hope you like reading about Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs, Skittles, Australian garage rock & surf music, aging Minneapolis indie rockers, and my ex-boyfriend. Enjoy!
(Hmm, matter of fact, if you’re in the legal profession, I might like to talk to you about the couple or three four or five thousand or thereabouts bucks the Freeloader Ex never paid me back, come to think of it… nah, never mind. But anyway, happy reading!)
(UPDATE: I don’t like to leave stuff hanging “vague” and there are probably two dozen links I could post at this point, including some wonderfully eloquent stuff at Newscoma’s, but Aunt B. sort of managed to very succinctly wrap up stuff I’ve been inefficiently blabbering in my usual too-rambling way for hours with a few excellent, clear and concise points, so I’ll just link that here over to Tiny Cat Pants and you’ll get the basic gist of what this is all about.)
(Sometimes when I think I’ve seen the dumbest things ever… eh, people just slay me.)
Y’all! All the women I know online and/or off - married or single, parent or childless, those with nieces and nephews and those with none - all of you need to go over to Dirty Catholic’s place and check out these two videos IMMEDIATELY. They’re a hoot!
(Guys will probably find them funny too, but probably not as hilarious as the gals.)
Hmm, so it occurs to me I now have links to Dirty Catholic, Martiniministry featuring Recovering Baptist, and famous ex-and anti-Mormon Heather Armstrong of dooce. Because I am such a completionist (sic? - completist?), I should probably start seeking out other blogs loosely based in the same vein regarding other sects. I guess I could represent the Episcopalians, except (A) we don’t really have anything to get pissy about, and (B) I can’t really think of any good Episcopalian jokes off the top of my head and “Catholic Lite” is only funny so many times, and (C) same goes for singing, “There are no Episcopalians down in Hell” **.
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** (They are all up above, drinking beer and making love. What?!?! That’s how the song goes!)
Go over to B-Mo’s and do this, and report there and report back here. Because this one amuses me greatly.
Ironically enough, my answer is the same two days in a row, except yesterday was a dark blue sweatshirt and today’s is light blue. At least I’m not working in my pajamas today.
Oh, by the way, I realize it hasn’t been all that pleasant around here the last week or so. We’ll soon get back to fun and games around here again, promise!
I have had an ongoing headache that refuses to go away this week, and I’ve just been feeling pretty crabby in general, so I’m kinda going light on posting right now because it would just be “crab crab crab, blah blah blah, sucks sucks sucks, hate hate hate, crab crab crab” some more.
However, this from Everything is Wrong with Me made me laugh today, even though it’s pretty gross (which is often par for the course with Jason): “…I probably could have eaten a lump of raw ground beef and four perfectly cooked hamburgers would have appeared from my colon twenty minutes later.”
Click here for the post in its funny but rather pitiful entirety.
Jason writes about his bowel habits rather often. In the course of regular blogreading, I seem to know an awful lot more than seems reasonable about other bloggers’ internal waste removal systems, both nationally and on a more local level. Color me bemused, yet slightly disturbed.
My retarded friend Stevie Kane, who is monitoring my Last.fm playlistlive by RSS feed tonight (GEEK!!!) and making sure to e-mail smartass commentary after every track, can kiss my butt here, and I don’t care what anybody says. Bread’s “Everything I Own” is still one of the best lost love songs EVER.
I wouldn’t pay much attention to the Radio Lynnster playlist for an houra couple of hours about three hours or so if I were you. (It’s 5:30 p.m. CST now.)
(Click on the top chart for real-time stats if needed, the chart here at the Zone is behind sometimes.)
If KC were here, he’d say, “This is one of those days when knowing you and being your friend is really embarrassing.”
Heh.
(PS - If you get here late, just click the “See More Recent Tracks” link and you probably won’t have missed much.)
I’m sure it happens here at WordPress sometimes, just like such things do anywhere on the ‘Net, but today I’ve noticed brief bits of slowness and delays for the first time, really, since I set up over here. A little delay in blogroll changes and comments appearing, some slight freezing going from page to page, etc. Nothing big.
And, it’s making me giggle. Because if I were a betting woman, I’d almost bet that the reason the system’s just a teeny bit slow today here and there is because lots of people woke up to something like this handsome fella here did this morning - after a week full of outages, freezes, multiple errors, and other such stuff over yonder at that other place that starts with B.
I suspect there’s been a mass exodus today, and probably the numbers of new blogs both here at WordPress and over at TypePad have probably gone WAY up, as well as the number of inactive blogs here at WP that are probably suddenly getting used today. I bet that Import tool is getting a huge workout (’cos not everybody at the B place got the “move or else” message today… another NIT blogger I was working on moving today hadn’t gotten it this morning).
There’s another fine NIT blogger who’s going to be waiting for Jeff Probst to show up with a check for a million dollars, it looks like. I dunno if Jeff will show up, but maybe this awesome guy will bring you some free BBQ for outplaying, outwitting, and outlasting us jumpers…
I don’t know if it’s because I read fast or it’s just a slow week for blogging all over, but I keep running out of stuff to read online this week.
I have already been through the archives of several on my blogrolls catching up on past history whenever I had spare time, so I went for a few more and this time have been hitting the back pages of three favorite daily spots (and probably couldn’t have picked a better three to read in the same week):
Note to self: When another blogger calls you and says they hope they’re not disturbing you, it is perfectly A-OK to say, “Oh, no, not at all. I just was blogging.”
(As opposed to when most family or non-bloggers call, who would likely respond, “Huh? You were WHAT?”)
Things I do - or don’t do - really puzzle me sometimes. The switch in my brain is forever on delayed response. Heh.
