Too bad I'm not writing a dissertation or have comps or something coming up, then I could REALLY kick ass on here! As it is, WooLI and this semester in general serve PLENTY as impetus (impeti? you look it up - for some reason I'm eschewing my normal hyper-detail-picky tendencies just now) for procrastination. And the blog is the best outlet for that kind of energy these days.
Go check out the clocks, geezy cow! They're down below. Exceedingly fun... OK well fairly fun anyway. I grudgingly added the Auburn one, obviously.
"Smock Smock Smock...!" Paraphrase from one of my favorite Calvin & Hobbs strips where Calvin wants to do some art thing and hands Hobbs a smock and Hobbs starts saying how fun it is to say the word "smock," and proceeds to sing it out incessantly, much to Calvin's dismay. It's exceedingly funny, altho not as much, I suspect, in the re-telling as in the reading-for-one's-own-self, goldangit. Oh well. Too bad for you.
C&H was written of course by Bill Waterson, who is no relation that I know of to Sam Waterston, even tho they have similar fun last names and are both very fun in general in my book. Bill Waterson is from Hudson, Ohio, which pretty burg is quite connected to a bunch of other fun people I know by the name of Gandy, which is another fun last name. The most fun of the Gandy clan, in my opinion, is one F.D. Gandy, residing in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, where there are a lot of skunks, tho F.D. Gandy is not one.
Seriously you can't spit without hitting a skunk in the warmer months in CH. And beware if you go for an evening jog, or if you happen to have an ancient dilapidated garage in your back yard, as the varmints have been known to take up residence in dark, low traffic places with their smelly albeit cute younguns and sometimes have the nerve to expire there as well. The good news is you will not notice this for a long time because dead skunk, while belonging to a different family of odor, smells no worse at all than live skunk, and will be overshadowed by the vestiges of the skunk's normal smell for many weeks, so if you're lucky you won't even realize it until the carcass is all dehydrated and decayed enough that it's just a flat empty bag of skin and skunk bones, thereby making its eventual removal considerably less messy and less trouble than that of a live stinker.
It's Friday! Come ON! I can ramble on Friday with only the teensiest fraction of my normal during-procrastination guilt!
Yes well of course I should be working on either WebCT or WooLI stuff...{{{{rationalization music overlay}}}} ...but I'm going to have to come in tomorrow either way and tho it's a bit more brisk today than yesterday, it is quite beautiful out and I have a couple of errands to run. Plus I could spend some cat time and relax before going to dinner at Laredo's with Lisa, Brig, Pree and Victoria...
Yikes I might actually be getting social again... Shhhh
2 commentaires:
you look it up - for some reason I'm eschewing my normal hyper-detail-picky tendencies just now
Maybe you eschewed (hopefully with your mouth closed!) it with regard to "picky tendencies" but you were certainly hyper-detailed in this entry regardless!
Fun read though.
I know a few skunks. But they frequent a place I know that is very well lit and is not at all low-lying.
Goldangit. That should have said "low-traffic" ....
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