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good afternoon, good evening and good night…
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pleasant dreams is apt.
good morning! errr good night? I just got in from Portland. My inner-clock is screwed up even though I didn’t change times zones. Guess the nap on the plane was not such a good idea. Hope you and all are doing well.
Welcome home. I hope you had a great time.
it was a wonderful trip. As soon as I get settled back in the grind here, I’ll have some pix to share. The Chinese Garden was breathtaking, as was Cannon Beach.
Hi Manny! Hope you had a great trip!
The vacation was fun. The trips were better 😉
I’m seriously questioning my sanity now in this blazing heat. Why do people live here? Yuck!
Ladies and gentlemen, Man Eegee. He just flew in from Portland, and boy are his arms tired!
I didn’t have the stamina to make it all the way to my final destination, so a short respite was taken in Las Vegas. How horrible, eh?
Good morning Andi, Cali and Manny.
I like that water drop Andi. Sweet dreams Cali. Manny my clock is thrown off too. I’ve been up since 12:00 am.
pleasant dreams too?
it looked like ‘pheasant’ dreams.
Morning, everyone.
I quail at the thought.
Is quail kosher? Are we supposed to be keeping kosher? Because I had the Spicy General Fu last night and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t.
You wanna keep kosher you can. I haven’t since 1966. (However, all birds are kosher so long as they are killed and prepared correctly.)
Ah…1966, I remember it well. I spent the first month of kindergarten eating paste.
Well there you go — paste is kosher.
No wonder Sr. Maristella was smacking me with a ruler all the time. Clearly, I was going to hell.
Somehow I suspect you’re leaving out some other significant details.
(I’m putting on my keres hat here and clarifying that most paste is pareve, unless it was made with gelatin in which case the odds are good that it isn’t kosher — so you might have to go to hell for some other reason.)
I’m sure there are a ton of other reasons why I’ll see you in hell. All of the fun people will be there.
Speaking of fun – it’s off to the dogpark. Maybe I’ll bring Hopeful this time.
There’s an old saw that goes something like this:
“There’s no need to worry. There’s really only one thing to worry about: Your health. You’re either sick or you’re well, and if you’re well you don’t need to worry, and if you’re sick there’s really only two possible outcomes. You’ll either get better or you’ll die from it. If you get better you’ll be healthy again, and if you die there’s really only two possible outcomes. Either you’ll go to Heaven or you’ll go to Hell. If you go to Heaven there’s really nothing to worry about, and if you go to Hell you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your old friends you won’t have time to worry. So why worry?”
Good morning, everyone!
Almost weekend.
to those folks who have Friday off. Unfortunately I know from long experience that watching Jim not work does not make me feel like I’m not working.
If it makes you feel any better, I have to do some work tomorrow and this weekend.
Nope, it doesn’t; it’s just more accumulated misery to me.
I’d rather propose that we cheer ourselves up by thinking pissy thoughts about the non-working members of the household.
But I did that yesterday! Of course, that does mean I have some practice at it now… 😉
I’m all stoked about going to our local science fiction convention (Norwescon) tomorrow afternoon and all day Saturday. It’ll be a far cry from my first convention. Back then it was something like $10-15 for the weekend and I could crash in a room with a bunch of strangers. This time around I am traveling with wife (whom I met at a con), daughter, granddaughter, and wife’s SF-reading friend, membership is $60 each for the weekend and we need two hotel rooms for our entourage.
Then Easter on Sunday. We have decided to do a traditional Easter lasagna. That’s about all we’ll be up for.
Is that layers of rabbit, colorful eggs, marshmallow peeps and chocolate Jesus?
No, but that sounds completely disgusting, doubly so for a diabetic. Lemme at it.
Actually, after a day and a half of frenzied congoing, followed by suiting everyone up for Easter and going to services, and topped off by an Easter egg hunt that will involve my son’s hyperactive kids (age 5 and 2), my wife decided all she’s going to be up for was taking a Stouffer’s frozen lasagna out of the box and baking it for two hours. Can’t say I blame her.
What a lovely picture at the top of the cafe.