If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

“It is the finest spring ever known—soft, hot, blue, misty.” ~ Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. March 1928

Friday afternoon, sunny and beautiful, 85 degrees.

First word that comes to mind (I enjoyed doing this, so it may appear here more often): scumbling (art term). Don’t know where in the recesses that was hidden.

I keep having dreams about an old friend from junior and high school: A. Steindler. I wonder why she’s visiting my dreams?

I had this sudden flash of memory whilst meandering through tumblr today: My mother used to go to a bakery inside of the old Montgomery Ward to buy Napoleon pastries for the two of us. Isn’t that odd: a bakery inside a Montgomery Ward? They were exquisitely delicious. I’m certain that my love of desserts comes from my mother raising me on all different kinds.

Today’s collection is a bit different. I found a comic by Grant Snider, who I’ve posted before, and I came across a wild story about a woman’s date with a very different kind of guy.

Enjoy.

More later Peace.


From Incidental Comics:

Wanted to share this story from the tumblr No Bad Dates, Just Good Stories. After this post, the writer was contacted by other women who had similar stories (click the link for more). Can I say once again how very,  very glad I am that I’m not part of the dating scene. Its a weird, dangerous world out there . . .

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P.S. This woman was much nicer than I would have been.

Serendipitous: As I was walking the other day, I realized that I haven’t seen many dandelions around here:

And then there’s this:

 

“Put high walls around the part of you that dreams . . . ” ~ Fernando Pessoa, from “Advice” (trans. Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown)

If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

Friday evening, misty and milder, 52 degrees.

Yesterday’s post took more out of me than I had anticipated, so today, I’m falling back on one of my favorite kinds of posts. I don’t have too  many in my collection yet, obviously, but I like these. Enjoy.


I will never not love “The West Wing,” and CJ most of all:

Irony in light of the recent movie:

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Love this:

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Music by Mansionair, “Easier”

Friday leftovers

This week’s headline:

“To any local Florida officials who refuse to perform these ceremonies: You live in a giant cockroach choking-hazard infested, Hooters-dining, reptile-abusing Everglades-draining, election-ruining, stripper-motorboating, ball-sweat scented, genitalia-shaped, 24-hour-mugshot factory.” ~ Jon Stewart on some Florida counties’ decision not to perform courthouse marriages, “The Daily Show” (15 January 2015)

Um . . . come again?

I don’t think this was what Big Brother had in mind:

Needs no explanation . . .

How cool is this?

Marie Curie: One of the baddest of the original BAMF:

Wasabi is a miracle food as far as I’m concerned. Nothing opens my sinuses faster, and after a good crying jag, wasabi allows me to breathe . . . just saying . . .

                    

Music by The Neighborhood, “Let it Go” (no, not that one)

If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

Late addition:


 

Friday afternoon. Partly cloudy and temperate, 62 degrees.

My computer is dying and that is the least of my woes . . .

Having a really bad November 7. No words . . .

This week’s best news exchange:

Jon Stewart: But first, team coverage at various campaign headquarters.

Jason Jones: Incredible night for Money in politics . . . all $6.5 billion that participated in this year’s election are here tonight . . .

Jon Stewart: Sam Bee is at money’s opponent in this year’s election: Ideas.

Sam Bee: As you can imagine, it’s been a tough night for Ideas. Just minutes ago, Ideas conceded to Money. Obviously, it was a collect call. Ideas is in rough shape.

Jon Stewart: I think a lot of people didn’t even realize Ideas were on the ballot this year

Sam Bee: Ideas didn’t put up much of a fight, appeared in very few ads, certainly didn’t show up for any debates

Ear worm:

So, yeah. Science. Love that stuff . . .

I am such a sucker for things like this. I cannot believe that LeBron James made me tear up. No, I’m absolutely not sniffling and stuff . . . and besides, it’s Ohio, and Corey and stuff . . .

Jon Oliver’s “Last Week Tonight” takes on couples shopping at Home Depot . . . Can sooo appreciate this . . .

I really have no words for this . . .

Photo: It's nacho problem.

And not sure I have any words for this, either:

[Mom] comes into the classroom with a pan full of treats and brings them to me and says with a smile “I decided you can use these to teach the kids about the woman’s vagina today”. Baffled and completely caught off guard I slowly peel the aluminum foil off the pan to behold a plethora of sugar cookie and frosting vaginas. Not just any old vagina, but ALL KINDS OF VAGINAS… I give the parent the most professional look I can muster and quietly reply “I’m sorry Autumn, but I can’t give these to my students. This just isn’t appropriate.”

I don’t have an image for these educational cupcakes, but if you want to see the rest of the story, including the mother’s rant, click here.

I mean really, second graders? I. Just. Can’t. Even.

In our continuing coverage of social media fails:

Jumping on the Ebola bandwagon:

Photo: You knew it was coming.

Really? You had to add that disclaimer? Sheesh.

“Merica…………..

More ‘Merica……….

Just remember:

This is too cool not to post: Wes Anderson Centered

Just two of many reasons to go to Norway:

And because I am forevermore a Star Wars nerd . . .

If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

Friday afternoon. Partly cloudy and autumnal, 67 degrees.

So . . . hmm . . . a whole lot of nothing going on in my head . . . actually, too much to sift through . . .

The dogs kept me up most of the night, well, up and down and up and down. There must have been some kind of critter in the back yard that had their interest. The highlight of my evening was watching the finale of “Project Runway,” which I still like, even after 13 seasons. Tried to read and couldn’t. Tried to watch something else, and couldn’t. Not really sure what’s going on.

At least I finally got the x-rays on both of my hands done yesterday afternoon, something my pain management doctor prescribed weeks ago. Funny how I hadn’t noticed how weird my left thumb is looking, as in misshapen. Love this getting older stuff. Oh well . . .

                   

This week’s headline:

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You don’t say . . .

And another good one:

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That these two were friends (they went to Julliard together) is absolutely amazing:

Have you ever ridden in an Intelevator? Me neither.

It’s long, but worth it, especially around 5:40.

Where do I get some of this?

Crime and Punishment: He did what?

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Crime and Punishment: World’s worst robber?

The hell, you say?

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Too bad the U.S. doesn’t have the guts Canada has in this instance:

Love the pun:

Moral of the story? Always check for newts . . .

Twitter responses to pumpkin riot in New Hampshire hand conservative pundits their own words . . . with a twist:

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Love this story:

To read the judge’s lyrics, click here.

And finally, let’s turn the tables on birth control:

If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

This week’s headline (sort of):

“A photon checks into a hotel, and the bellhop asks him if he has any luggage. The photon replies, ‘No, I’m traveling light.'”

Does this answer your question?

Genius Test Answers

Where Was The Declaration Of Independence Signed

Smart Test Answers

 In the “would you believe” category:

Word play as clever jokes, for $1000, Alex?

Ghandi joke

Wow. Free $50?

Sweeney Todd, anyone?

Say what?

This is so not funny:

This was an actual ad:

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For your bibliophiles who are just aching to spend more money: Book Riot’s Quarterly Box

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Click here to find out more.

 

Wonder how these taste . . .

I love this:

Jericho the horse and his baboon friends at Monkeyland, a spacious free roaming animal sanctuary in South Africa’s Plettenberg Bay which serves to rehabilitate and free previously caged primates.

And this:

 

“September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.” ~ Alexander Theroux, from Darconville’s Cat

Mark TObey Orange Leaves sumi ink on paper
“Orange Leaves” (1965, Sumi ink on paper)
by Mark Tobey

“Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.” ~ Andre Breton, from Nadja

Saturday, late afternoon. Mostly cloudy, 77 degrees. Make that Saturday night, 74 degrees.

So this is how my day began:

Dreaming: Nooooo. Make it stop. Make it stop . . . (pounds something imaginary then bolts upright)

Thinks to self: No. Wait. What was that? Seriously? Did I just dream that?

Says out loud to dogs: Whoa. You know it’s time to make yourself get up when Kris Jenner enters your dream.

Dog 1 to Dog 2: Is she having weird dreams again?

Dog 2 to Dog 1: Obviously. She’s already talking to us, and it isn’t even noon yet.

Seriously? Kris Jenner? Whyohwhyohwhy?!? Those K women are already everywhere, so I certainly don’t need them intruding upon my dreams. Of course, the result was . . . wait for it . . . a migraine.

Surprise!

Anyway, I spent most of the afternoon reworking a poem I began yesterday. I was going to post it, but I don’t think that I’m ready. Instead, let me share some truth is stranger than fiction facts with you:

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I can’t decide which person I am gladdest that I am not—the person who destroyed the moon landing footage or the financial analyst who advised the honchos at Yahoo to pass on buying Google.

More later. Peace.

Music by James Vincent McMorrow, “We Don’t Eat”

                   

The Motive for Metaphor

You like it under the trees in autumn,
Because everything is half dead.
The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves
And repeats words without meaning.

In the same way, you were happy in spring,
With the half colors of quarter-things,
The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds,
The single bird, the obscure moon—

The obscure moon lighting an obscure world
Of things that would never be quite expressed,
Where you yourself were not quite yourself,
And did not want nor have to be,

Desiring the exhilarations of changes:
The motive for metaphor, shrinking from
The weight of primary noon,
The A B C of being,

The ruddy temper, the hammer
Of red and blue, the hard sound—
Steel against intimation—the sharp flash,
The vital, arrogant, fatal, dominant X.

~ Wallace Stevens