Category Archives: just plain silly

Sunday Morning Breakfast Ruminations

The Inter­net, besides being the source of all knowl­edge, porn and fan­fic­tion (and, erm, we’ll get to that shame­ful new addic­tion of mine some other time, mmkay?) is also a source of new words, abbre­vi­a­tions and phrases, although some­times it’s just respon­si­ble for mak­ing those words from music/tv/press go “viral.” (See, that’s a very Intar­webz word, too.)  With­out teh Intar­webz, how would I know of the addi­tions to the lex­i­con that are: nom, “i can haz,” LOL, kthxbai, “oh hai,” (hmm, clearly I read too much LOL­cats) GQMF (GQ Moth­er­fucker), mmkay, FAIL, EPIC, and ‘EPIC FAIL’ (a thing of beauty for­ever), ‘for the win,’ LMAO plus its var­i­ous iter­a­tions, and MOAR.  And let’s not for­get “you win the Internet.”

See, no, ‘MOAR’ is not a word,” the Bet­ter Half sput­tered and fumed.  “Dif­fer­ent spellings don’t count.  They just don’t.”  His voice rose and he stood behind his chair, so indig­nant that he ignored his pan­cakes.  (That’s a lot of indig­na­tion.  The BH is quite devoted to pancakes.)

No, it counts,” I said calmly, putting on my “I can ratio­nal­ize any­thing with logical-sounding total bull­shit” lawyer hat.  “See, ‘more’ as a word fails to encom­pass the con­cept of ‘MOAR,’ because the orig­i­nal word fails to encom­pass the sense of com­plete and total AWSUM that some­thing can have in a way that fore­closes any­thing ever being bet­ter than the thing being described as ‘MOAR.’”

I have never heard a more indig­nant series of “tsks” and exas­per­ated breath­ing, nor have I ever seen some­one turn vig­or­ous eye-rolling into a full body event.  Sweetie, you win the Inter­net.  And the eye-rolling Olympics.  But I still need you to main­tain this web­site, because I can haz band­width?  Kthxbai.

Note to Self

Dear Self:

Yes, your hus­band is ex-Army.  Yes, your hus­band is a com­puter Geek.  Yes, your hus­band is an avid reader of blogs about fonts and design.  (Yes, fonts.  Like Optima.*)  And yes, if you ever, ever ref­er­ence a phrase from any Broad­way show writ­ten or per­formed before 1990, it will set off the singing of said song and then every other song in said musi­cal, and then every other musi­cal by same com­poser.  And then Jesus Christ Super­star.  Just because he likes it.

Note to self: stay away from the song ref­er­ences.  Even if there ain’t noth­ing like a dame.

Mmkay?

blc

*The BH says if he was to marry a font, it would be Optima.  Do you see what I’m deal­ing with?

Mango fried rice, a bottle of wine, and Hugh

To com­pletely bas­tardize the famous verse in the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam about books, wine, bread and thou, I had a lovely Sat­ur­day night with my friend L.  We picked up some Pad Kee Mao (chicken, nicely spicy, loaded with Thai Basil) and Mango Fried Rice, drank a bot­tle of a flinty Macon-Villages, and feasted our eyes on this:

Yeah.  Dirty, sweaty, bearded Hugh Jack­man in Baz Luhrman’s Aus­tralia.  Just, yeah.  The movie was fun in an over-the-top, melo­dra­matic way, and the cin­e­matog­ra­phy, cos­tum­ing and color sat­u­ra­tion were all incred­i­ble.  The scenery was also fan­tas­tic.  Aus­tralia?  Pretty.  Nicole Kid­man?  Pret­tier.  Hugh Jack­man? Pret­ti­est of all.

Need more proof?  Exhibit B.

Still not con­vinced?  Exhibit C.

He cleans up well, right?  You can take him any­where.  And if the clut­ter around the house gets out of con­trol, or you’ve got too many peo­ple clam­or­ing for your time, effort and energy?

Hugh will whip things into shape for you.  I also hear he hosts large Hollywood-type events and knows his way around a Broad­way stage.

But at the end of the day, while I do enjoy a movie with Hugh Jack­man and his mus­cles and smile and great act­ing skills (and did I men­tion his mus­cles and smiles?) the fact remains– the BH makes a fab­u­lous omelet, a mean cup of tea, an excel­lent tuna melt, and is the best, cutest, fun­ni­est Sys Admin going.  And he looks great in a tux.

Really, he just needs to work on that bull­whip on horse­back thing and we’ll be all set.  Get crackin’, sweetie.

Horribly inappropriate and very funny site

It’s a weather site.  It tells you the tem­per­a­ture and fore­cast for your loca­tion, based on your ISP address.  There’s a blog and a com­ment form and the design is very, very sim­ple.  But there’s just enough edi­to­r­ial com­ment of the NSFW type to make it all so very worth­while.  In the vein of the peo­ple who know that the F-word is one of the most ver­sa­tile words in the Eng­lish lan­guage, I present (ok, fine, the BH told me about)– The Fuck­ing Weather.

Happy f-ing Memo­r­ial Day, all.  Hope it’s safe, healthy, and more fun than a bar­rel of f-ing monkeys.

A little validation for the weekend

This is a short film called “Val­i­da­tion” that is just so … smile induc­ing.  I loved it, and have been feel­ing kind of blue.  Hope you enjoy it, too