worth 1,000 words and all that.

Credit David Horsey of SeattlePI.com

the perils of aging.

-- Music you formerly thought kicked ass, you now find unbearable to listen to. (I'm lookin' at YOU, Pearl Jam, post-"Ten," which is still pretty good.) I dug out "Yield" the other day and I couldn't get through it, when I used to love it.

Happens with books, too -- I thought "Fear of Flying" was the greatest thing I'd ever read when I was 19. Ten years later, I couldn't get through the first chapter.

-- Even if your near vision was really all you had going for you most of your life, at 40-ahem it, too, disappears. I friggin' hate that I have to either slide my glasses (first pair, 3rd grade) halfway down my nose, or put them on top of my head, to be able to read tiny print now.

But the amusing thing here is that on my way home from Menomonie today, I passed a Burger King on the other side of the highway. Apparently they have something now called a "burger shot," which I assume is a White Castle clone (dunno, try to avoid BK).

Yet, when I glanced at the sign, what I saw was "Try a Burger Snot."

Appropriately gross? Perhaps. It just sucks that right as I get my head more or less together, my body goes to hell! Would have been nice to have at least a year where they were both in decent shape at the same time.

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Now playing: everett smithson band - everything is Broken
via FoxyTunes

:-)))

There's nothing like the smell, look and feel of a vintage book that you have remembered for decades with fondness, then run across again.

These two, plus the Color Kittens and The Story of Zachary Zween, I read till the covers fell off. Anybody else remember them?





I'm waiting for Miss Suzy to arrive, and then I'll have all of them back in my hot little hands again. I wonder what kids of today will remember when they're 40-something. Can you really get attached to a website and remember it forever? :-\

who needs Roget when you have college kids?

Spending the day cleaning up and out. Found my scrapbook from my freshman/sophomore year of college at Mizzou (1983-84).

First entry: A piece of notebook paper. On it, my Linguistics 20 notes for the day (DAMN, that professor was a bitch, too, and she'd never seen my name before. The last one I can see. How is it that you get to be like 65 and don't know how to pronounce "Candace"? Or get a Ph.D, for that matter?)

Anyway. Whatever the point of the exercise was I no longer have any idea, but herewith, I provide you with about 20 college kids' contributions to "synonyms for inebriated":

• Drunk
  
• Plastered
  
• Bombed
  
• Blottoed
  
• Wasted
  
• Trashed
  
• Blitzed
  
• Schnockered
  
• Blasted
  
• Blown away
  
• Sloshed
  
• F'd up
  
• Gone
  
• High
  
• Feeling good
  
• Shite-faced
  
• Juiced
  
• Stoned
  
• FUBAR
  
• Skids
  
• Obliterated
  
• Tipsy
  
• Happy
  
• Intoxicated
  
• Fuddled
  
• Skiffy
  
• Oiled
  
• Tight
  
• Sozzled
  
• Screwed
  
• Blind drunk
  
• Soaked
  
• Boozed
  
• Liquored up
  
• Tanked
  
• Tossed
  
• Soused
  
• Buzzed
  
• Plowed
  
• Knocked off your ass
  
• On Cloud 88
  
• Nametagged
  
• Totaled
  
• Annihilated
  
• Stupid
  
• Under the table
  
• Paralytic
  
• Pissed
  
• Ripped
  
• Polluted
  
• Slammed
  
• Faced
  
• Lambasted
  
• Three sheets to the wind
  
• Cooked
  
• Zombied
  
• Messed up
  
• Mummified
  
• Smashed
  
• Pickled
  
• Canned
  
• Loaded
  
• Fried
  
• On the bottle
  
• Soaring
  
• Flying
  
• Fixed
  
• Discombobulated
  
• Rocked
  
• Bonkers
  
• Looped
  
• Goofed up
  
• Gassed

Hey, Mom and Dad! Your tuition dollars at work.

not too many surprises here....

but one of them broke my heart. (Hint in my "now playing" tag.)

Next they'll tell me Johnny Rotten loves puppies and kittens and unicorns and rainbows.

Republican celebs

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Now playing: The Ramones - Cretin Hop
via FoxyTunes

candy's ode to spring:

I'm sure Byron, Shelley and Keats would approve.

Photos to come of "the first day of spring." But while my camera battery charges, I have to sneak in Dorothy Parker's "A Pig's-Eye View of Literature" to get it out of my head:

Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it didn't impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley and Keats.

worth a thousand words and all that.

Sadness. :~(

Credit to boston.com for this photo of a newspaper box graveyard.