I want
someone to write a Weasley clock app that lets you twitter to it to change the location of the hands for the family…
or maybe a Google mashup where you use the iPhone to figure out where you are using GPS and then it takes that info and displays it on the clock…
OK, go.
Schnooper pooper
I love the grasses in my garden. I also love my cat. What I do not love, however, is what happens when the two mix, which they frequently do.
Oh Schnoopette, why must thou daily ingest my grasses? Why, when thou knowest they induce thou to vomit? Why dost thou shun the specially-purchased “cat grass” in favour of my pennisetum? And why – oh God! – why dost thou choose the 100% wool, long-shag rug to bless with your digestive mishaps?
Best comment evah…
# Kristen on April 10th, 2008 at 9:34 pm:
>She needs to get over it!
Bunny boilers never just get over stuff. They make things as awful as possible, then someone ends up drowned in a bathtub.
[Author DeborahAnne MacGillivray Harasses Amazon Reader]
Anyhoo, this author (in pathetic grammar) responded to a reader’s review on Amazon (and has subsequently removed it) telling her why she was mistaken in her opinion.
And moreover:
She has since deleted the review, but not before it came to light that MacGillivray uses yahoogroups and author groups to encourage, browbeat, or by other means, individuals into taking down negative reviews by reporting that the review is a) not helpful and b) abuse. MacGillivray also appears to have taken even further steps to ascertain personal information about Reba
2c. Re: vote down this bitch please
Posted by: DeborahAnne MacGillivray
writer@DeborahMacGIllivray.co.uk scotladywriter
Date: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:17 pm ((PDT))
Well, thanks to XXXXXX our PI , we now have her name, her husbands
name, her chidrens names, her grannies and great grannies name. Her
address phone number and email
lolquite interesting.
Hilary Sares, MacGillivrays Kensington editor, purportedly is very aware of this situation and said only people with nothing better to do plays in this mess.
Bunny boilers indeed.
All of this is probably way more interesting than her books anyway.
Two paragraphs
that cement the fact that I heart Neil Gaiman…
“A five in the morning wake-up call and off to the airport to fly home. Finished the Yearbook article in the Northwest Lounge. Sent it off. I slept a bit on the plane. I’d heard that “crippling” snow was expected in Minneapolis, but it was actually rain and didn’t turn into snow until I had got home safely. And it was vital that I made it back in time because I had to get back home for…
The Sleepover. At which I was going to be The Adult. Starring Maddy and five of her thirteen/fourteen year old friends, at which I get to serve as chauffeur (to cinema and back) adviser (“you could probably put more cheese on those nachos”), placer-of-things-into-oven, and most importantly, because they had all just seen Prom Night and were a bit skittish, offerer of helpful advice (“You’ll all want to stick together this evening. It’s a big old house after all, and given the people who’ve died here over the years… well, I’ve said too much already…”). It’s going on as I type this.”
[Religiously interrupting your being since 2001]
Verily Kramer says unto me: apocalypse
Photo by Jill Johnson. Model: Chicken
Yes, wigs for cats is wacky (but doesn’t everyone dress up their pets for fun?) but what really made me laugh (and then cough and cough and cough…) was the cat’s name. Love it.
Looks like Chicken is part Russian Blue… they are so suitable for modeling!
New fun blog to read…
well, you might be brighter than I am and already reading this…
AND finally, I went to the doctor about my Guitar Hero shoulder and after analysis of my range of movement he quite sagely told me I misdiagnosed the problem and it is a Rock Band injury. Apparetnly wrist pain=Guitar Hero and rotator cuff pain =Rock Band. It’s in the PDR. And he told me not to get a Wii because the bowling game would probably hurt my elbow. Then he asked me if Freebird was on Guitar Hero III or II and I said II and to buy a used copy of it at Game Stop and start off on Easy, because it’ll fool you at the beginning by being pretty laid back and easy, but once it starts rocking you will be IN THE SHIT. Oh, yeah, and he gave me a prescription for some NSAID I’ve not taken before and told me to quit playing Rock Band for a while. And play Guitar Hero sitting down.
This guy in his mid- to late-forties. Yeah, look out, kids. We children of the 70s are going to be problematic as we age.
edit:well this part and the other part I read amused me. Some of the other stuff, well, meh.
edit part deux:Although I quite liked this one…”The Easter Bunny Ate My Baby“
Just what I need
I think Eden is trying to wake me up with this and Valerie has nudged me via email to update:
I’ve spent probably 90% of the last two days seeing the inside of my own eyelids as I have been so tired I got up Friday at noon then, after a cup of coffee, took a 3 hour nap only to read for a while and go to bed early.
Then today (after a patchy night of Bunny waking me up every two hours for who knows what) I dragged my arse out of bed, took Timmy to San Rafael and then took another nap. And I’m probably about to get into bed early again.
Post Mortem on T-day…it was good.
I skipped a few things since Tex wasn’t usable (back issues) and I only can do so much.
The final line up was:
Cornish Game Hens (with all the butter in the whole world) on a bed of quinoa
Cornbread Dressing and gravy (and a sacrificial cornbread to keep the hordes from eating all the stuffing makin’s)
Green Beans
Garlic Mashed Potatoes
Butternut Squash Soup* with Creme Fraiche
cranberry sauce from a can with the rings in place
I never did find phyllo, so the mushroom tarts were a wash and I was so busy I didn’t even take a single picture. However, the boys ate until they cried and then they didn’t even whine that I didn’t get around to making the cherry pie or the bread.
Ah well.
My hand and arm hurt so badly after a full two days of heavy cleaning, cooking then cleaning again that I had to stop and I had a hard time sleeping because of the ache.
Its better now, but still. I will not be doing that again.
*I ended up with 2 organic butternut squashes from Whole Foods and went with Swanson’s chicken broth along with the regular recipe for my soup. Apparently it was even better than before, so hey, give that a whirl if you try the recipe.
And now I will leave you for a while because this is hurting my hand…
;)
Never trust a bird.
I think my favorite part of this is that the customers are paying for bags of chips so the shopkeeper doesn’t go broke because they think Sammy is cute…
If you ever need a really good laugh
just read the reviews of cat products on Amazon.
Here’s a really good start:
CatGenie
You could, if you were on Atkins
“Next thing you know they’re going to get all crazy and tell me that I should stop eating cubes of butter wrapped in bacon.”
[dooce]
I’m also convinced that her pooping issues are exacerbated by the sheer number of carbs she eats.
Yeah, I know you wanted to read that sentence today.
I THINK THIS IS A DRESS
“My mom bought Nora a “beach cover-up” and was very careful to label it such in all conversations. Nora seemed all right with it at first, but right before vacation the nanny got Nora dressed in swimsuit and “cover-up” for an afternoon pool outing, and as they were driving along a panicked voice came from the backseat: “I THINK THIS IS A DRESS!” I love the idea of Nora suddenly looking down at her lap and thinking WAIT A FRIGGING MINUTE! Needless to say, the “cover-up” has been outed as its true self and Nora has firmly told me that it can go in the giveaway bag, don’t pull that shit again, she only wears Action Clothes and must have a separate container for each leg, thank you and good night.”
[Mimi Smartypants]
