'tis windy, rainy & through bibliothèque glass, a veneer of earthy grit's draped over the courtyard's swaying trees & the spaces between; above, one of a thousand appropriate pieces chosen at pseudo-random. Politicked out & I don't even politick much.* A fine sign, I suppose.
*I blame you all. Write about fuzzy little bunnies, ice cream & Cthulhu, dammit.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Home and away
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Well, I was going to do a quick tale about Mr. MacGregor summoning Cthulhu. In the ensuing confusion, Flopsy and Mopsy would be torn to pieces before Peter hit Cthulhu with two scoops of ethereal eggnog, and the green monstrosity would melt into a pile of...nah, too tired. How about this, instead?
Hey! I had a "Happy Post" so don't go finger pointing at me! :)
It's rainy and windy here too and I have to go grocery shopping. :(
This Alberto is eating me out of house and home!
I made a chocolate cake yesterday and he ate 3 quarters of it himself..!
Not that I mind kids eating food...I'm just not used to one person eating as much as my other 4 kids do altogether. ;p
Great song. Fits my mood too.
A good day to just snuggle up on the couch and read. :)
Or stay in bed.
((Hugs))
Laura
The bunnies are cooking in the stew pot. The ice cream either melted or was recalled. Cthulhu was last seen running rampant in a Detroit suburb.
There how's that for 'blues'?
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
ooops..... wrong post, write time.
A fine sigh indeed.
Oooops again... fucking dysalexiya....
ooops.. never mind.
Numb's first book purchase on arriving in Toe's Wet East was a copy of the Necronomicon - the complete collection. He's happily engrossed in the Dunwich Horror now that we're back from our walk through streets whose houses can still be found in Miskatonic.. if you can find that.
cormac, that might be the finest non-porn thing I've seen on the internets in years. I owe you a beer.
sunshine, who said anything about happy? Happy is for weirdos and Canadians!
Maybe next time you'll join the Foreign Exchange Hamster program. They probably eat less than Spaniards.
demeur, if I could write a song, I'd turn your comment into one.
okjimm, is that a surreptitious plea for drugs?
susan, we used to have a copy of the Necronomicon but there was some, well, unpleasantness. We don't like to talk about it.
Graves, you swine!
Whatchu talkin' 'bout? It's all sunshine and warm outside, low 80s for today. Perfect picnic weather, so prepare a basket from Ray's, 'K?
Regards,
Tengrain (in Californiastan)
PS - I like the music selection today.
Thanks for the Delta Blues.
What cha' talkin about Randal, Cthulhu won the nomination in Delaware last night.
Nice to hear some old blues again. I'm not really that into Robert Lockwood, Jr., Robert Johnson, Elmore James, etc. But without them we wouldn't have Buddy Guy, Albert Collins, B.B. King...
tengrain, I can see why your state is full of loonies, all that goddamn sun and heat.
P.P.S. just for that, you know what's coming.
susan t, can't go wrong with a little of that.
tom, bite your tongue, heathen! Though the latter guys are quality, too.
BB, and for the record, Cthulhu does masturbate. Which of course, kills planets worse than the Death Star and that might be the geekiest comment I've ever electroned.
". . . a veneer of earthy grit's draped over the courtyard's swaying trees & the spaces between . . ."
We've experienced combination wind/rain/dust storms in my area that did just that. I thought in Ohio it was mostly migrating residue from oil- and coal-fired power plants to the west and more localized sources of air pollution.
Cthulhu? Isn't that the new Mexican fast-food chain that dispensed with meat, cornmeal, rice and beans, concentrating instead on soups and purees made from blends of the most caustic peppers available?
You and me both kiddo~Lovecraftian tales of horror are much preferred to politics now-a-days.
I don't know how old this song is but the old sound makes it sound... uh cool
o I see.. it's 1941 no wonder
SWA, in this case, I don't think it was actual residue from our industrial pit, merely a trick of light due to the cloud cover.
Peppers? Try humans. They think they can take on Famous Ray's. They're wrong.
liberality, plus Yog-Sothoth is far more cuddly than a Bush or an Obama or a Bibi.
SY, can't top that analog!
"cormac, that might be the finest non-porn thing I've seen on the internets in years. I owe you a beer."
And on an unfortunate note, they got Kerropi (sp?) The Turtle dead-on. The Teen when he was all of four years old, made me watch a Pochacco video (the dog in the Hello Kitty-verse) over, and over again.
okjimm, is that a surreptitious plea for drugs?///
I thought it was blatant.... send meth...coke...pot.... my dealer got busted and I am left with nothing but munchies in the cupboard
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