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|Thursday, September 8th, 2011|
I'm sure Liz will be making a much more thorough entry later, but I wanted to let everyone know how hasn't been told yet, that Liz had her baby this morning. Peter George came out at 8 pounds, 14 ounces, with ten fingers and ten toes. Everyone is doing great. Mom and Dad are running short on sleep, since labor started at 11:30 last night, but other than that we're all great. Mason is accepting the presence of "Baby" really well, and even handled a morning without mom and dad around, watched over by his two grandmothers.
Watch Liz's journal for more.
Lots of thanks to everyone for all your support and well-wishes.
|Friday, August 26th, 2011|
We're all doing the Tango Irene right now, getting ready for the big disaster.
Anyway, I don't think it's going to be that bad. You heard it here first.
I was talking to a guy at work and this conversation ensued:
ME: I saw the map, it's under that Carolina overhang, it won't get any further along the shore. And if it comes inland, it'll blow itself out before it reaches Virginia.
YIP YIP: Or it could come ashore, then go back out into the ocean and regenerate.
ME: Yeah and then maybe it'll slingshot around the sun and go back in time.
YIP YIP: Yeah that's what Fox News is predicting.
|Friday, October 8th, 2010|
A song that reminds you of your father.
Oh wow. How can I sum up my dad in one song? Well he never was too big on music, but he introduced me to CCR, one of the first bands I really got into.
so how about this:
And then there's this perfect sumation of fatherhood, from Cat Stevens:
|Thursday, October 7th, 2010|
A song that reminds you of an ex.
I've only had one, and it occured to be recently that I can't remember her last name.
She really liked the Smashing Pumpkins, who suck, and also Aerosmith, who are pretty good. Here's her favorite.
|Tuesday, October 5th, 2010|
Back from my hiatus. Ugh. I hate drill.
So this one is a band or singer who's popularity I'll never understand. Gee, where to start? Got a few hours?
I don't get it.
|Thursday, September 30th, 2010|
A band or singer you're ashamed to admit you like.
Tough one. I'm not ashamed of my opinions. I guess the next best thing to ashamed is not mentioning this song because people will think I'm depressed. But I love this song.
What you have to understand about this song, at least in my interpretation, is that when he says at the end "... and you can do the same thing, if you please", is not that he's encouraging the listener to commit suicide. He saying you can also "take or leave it". No matter how helpless you might feeel, you still have a choice, to give up or stick it out.
I posted this version because the studio, band-sung version, is too depressing even for me.
Got a MUTA 6 coming so the next two or three days will be silent. Don't get the wrong idea.
|Wednesday, September 29th, 2010|
Your favorite band. go on, guess. lol
|Tuesday, September 28th, 2010|
Your favorite female singer.
I actually had a moment there where I was like, "Wow, all my favorite singers are guys. What does that say about me?"
So I guess I gotta go with Sheryl Crow.
|Monday, September 27th, 2010|
Your favorite male singer
See a pattern emerging?
What can I say? I know what I like.
|Sunday, September 26th, 2010|
A song that makes you dance.
I'm a terrible dancer, anyone will tell you so. So I generally refrain from dancing. But if this comes on, I can't fight it.
|Saturday, September 25th, 2010|
A song that makes you cry. That's easy. It's from Stan Rogers. I hear this and i'm bawling by the end.
|Friday, September 24th, 2010|
This is supposed to be favorite song. But I don't really know if I have a favorite, favorite. I'm pretty sure that by the time this is over, I'll have a new favorite. But for now, you just can't beat the feel-good rockingness of this one.
|So I'll guess I'll do this too.
Sure, what the heck. Though my selection isn't as varied as many people's.
Day 1: Your favorite song.
Day 2: A song that makes you cry.
Day 3: A song that makes you dance.
Day 4: Your favorite male singer.
Day 5: Your favorite female singer.
Day 6: Your favorite band.
Day 7: One band/singer you're ashamed to admit you like.
Day 8: One band/singer whose popularity you will never understand.
Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.
Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father.
Day 11: A song that reminds you of your mother.
Day 12: A song that makes you want to have sex.
Day 13: A song you sing in the shower.
Day 14: A song from the year you were born.
Day 15: A song you liked in high school.
Day 16: The first song in your mp3 folder.
Day 17: The last song in your mp3 folder.
Day 18: An instrumental song you like.
Day 19: Your favorite love song.
Day 20: Your favorite breakup song.
Day 21: A song that makes you want to break stuff.
Day 22: Your favorite song from a movie.
Day 23: Your favorite duet.
Day 24: Your favorite cover song.
Day 25: Your favorite song from 2010 (so far)
Day 26: Your favorite music video.
Day 27: One song in your mp3 folder you're pretty sure no one else has.
Day 28: One song that needs to never be played again.
Day 29: One song that gives you the creeps.
Day 30: A song you'd like played at your funeral.
|Friday, July 23rd, 2010|
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|Friday, July 17th, 2009|
Lizzie says I have to write this down.
Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo. That was a legitimate, gramatically correct, complete sentence.
"Buffalo" is a word that's unique in the English language because without any conjugation, it can serve as both a noun, verb, or adjective. It can mean American Bison, or being-from-the-city-of-Buffalo-New-York, or to intimidate.
So, "Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo" means: "American Bison from the city of Buffalo, New York intimidate other American Bison from the city of Buffalo, New York."
According to this, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo
You can stretch it out to eight repatitions and still have a legit sentence. But I've read the explination and it doesn't make sense to me. I see what they're going for, but I don't see how it's possible without at least a little conjugation.
What's really cool is this:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lion-Eating_Poet_in_the_Stone_Den
About a Chinese poem written with 96 differnt characters, all pronounced almost exactly the same.
|Wednesday, July 15th, 2009|
|Tuesday, July 14th, 2009|
So here's a little story that I know I heard somewhere. It plays like on of those sappy ones you get from the relative who fowards every single email. I have no idea where I first heard it because it's been years and years. But it popped out the other night and Lizzie says I should write it down.
Once upon a time, there was a king with three sons. He wanted to teach them a valuable lesson, so he brought them to one of the great storerooms in his castle. It had been emptied out for the occasion.
"My boys," he said, "you all have much to learn about what it means to be a ruler, so I've brought you here to test you. I shall give you each ten gold coins, and whichever of you can fill this storeroom with whatever you buy with that money, shall inherit my throne."
So he gave them each ten coins and sent them on their way. The first brother was a very straightfoward young man, so he went looking for the cheapest, most space-filling material he could. He settled on goose-feather pillows. He bought three wagonloads of the cheapest, fluffiest pillows he could find, and had them brought to the storeroom. But when they were unloaded, they only filled the room about halfway to the ceiling.
The second brother was rather crafty and thought more cleverly about his plan. He hired an architect to redirect the castle's aquaduct, and to install a pipe in the ceiling of the room, so it wouold fill up with water. But he forgot to seal the door, and all the water spilled out and ran down the halls of the castle, leaving only a few puddles.
The third son was very disheartened by his brother's failures, and had no idea how to meet his father's challenge. He walked through the city streets, trying to imagine a way to fill the room on only ten gold coins. As he walked he passed a group of children. They were hungry and begging for money to buy food. He decided that he was going to fail anyway, so he might as well put his money to good use. He gave them each a gold coin, leaving him with only five. This made him feel a little better about his own plight, so he decided to go into the church, where he put 4 more of his remaining coins into the collection box. He went on down the street and saw an old woman selling homemade candles. He decided to buy one, and gave her his last coin. She looked at it and said, "Goodness sire, I don't have change for this!"
"Keep it," he said. "It'll do you more good than me." So he went back to the castle. He reported to the storeroom that evening and told his father. "I'm sorry father, but I gave away the coins, and have nothing to show for it but this candle."
His father the king produced a match and lit the little candle, and the light filled the entire room from ceiling to floor. "My son," he said, "I think you've learned a valuable lesson."
I didn't write this, I only added some details for flavor. I have no idea where it originally came from, but if anybody know's I'd love to hear it.