Monday, March 22, 2010

Yummy! Spam is Delicious...No, really...Come Back

Actually, I don't remember the last time I ate Spam. 

Unfortunately, I think a truckload backed up to my bloggy house lately. Full of goo and yuck. Went into almost every room in my bloggy house. Left nasty pictures...or bragged about a gambling problem...even spoke in languages I am not sure are human. (Maybe the aliens from District 9 escaped and instead of cat food, they are enjoying Spam.)

For the next week or so, I will have word verification on my comments so Anonymous will hopefully leave me alone for a while.  The little pecker. One guy is super relentless in invading my bloggy house. Here is a sample of the goo he leaves behind.

I know you and your friends are memebers on this site Erica... Well guess what? Now they get to see you slutty naked ass! HAHAHAH. Just go to Enjoy!][img]  

Does anybody in their right minds click on any of these links? It is like answering the Nigerian e-mail scam. Even if all you have is two brain cells karooming around your brain like the Los Angeles Thunderbirds jamming around a rink, at some point they make contact, and you realize some things are just too stupid to believe. 

The rest of you can spam me all you want as usual.

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Thursday, March 18, 2010

I Have Greeeeeeeeen Pee Pee

I wish you could have seen it. Who was this girl? Wild hair. Kinda braggy attitude. Flying out of the bathroom to announce to one and all, and this must be said in a sing song voice: 

" I have greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen pee pee!"

Being the slightly oddball person that I am, I had to investigate. 

"Did you flush?"


I cross the room and take a peek in the potty. Well, looky there. Green pee pee. I flush the toilet. (Practicing my manners.)

Oh, look. Blue water. 

Being the highly intelligent proto scientist, I ponder this. Blue water. Yellow pee. 

Blue + Yellow = Green

Elementary, my dear, Watson. 

Teddy Bear was quite proud of herself. How many five-year-olds can manufacture greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen pee pee?

I told her that was her Irish coming out. 


You have to be Irish to kiss the Blarney Stone? (Perhaps we need to invent Mexican Malarkey.)

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Picture is Worth....Ah, Heck.

Dang. And I thought it would be safe to go on or even e-harmony.

It gave me some good know, highlight the good bits and downplay the bad bits. Does anybody have an x-ray machine so I can display my awesome pancreas? Also, I think my olecranon rocks. 

In a flagrant pilfering of ideas, I was clicking through blog land and saw Bill at Just a Moment of Miscellany's post on Fractals and just had to pop in. The whole mathematical backdrop for fractals is interesting to me...and then I remembered an old post of mine on fractals. So I decided to re-post it. Because Fractals and Fonts make a good Jack Daniels and almost anything.

Wow. Pilfering and laziness in one blog post. 

Font Conference by

Just thinking out loud. Finding your first gray hair will do that for you. That, and a bottle of Jack Daniels to drown your sorrows. My sister-in-law plucked out the gray hair for me. I know. You're not supposed to do that because it will bring all its little buddies with it, but somehow I just could not stand to know it was there. As if being 51 didn't suck enough.

Anyways, I was reading an article, which for the life of me I cannot find on Yahoo, about people getting their panties in a bunch about Comic Sans and wanting to ban it. Yeah, banning a font. A FONT. Did you know there is a documentary out there about the Helvetica font? It looks fascinating and I really want to see it now. But what got me thinking was no matter how much you look into a subject, you can still go deeper into it. People were waxing poetic on fonts and typography and I totally get it. The love and fascination for graphic design and typography. I started doing what always gets me into trouble, jumping from link to link to learn more about a subject, and the more I looked the deeper the subject went and finding out how much there is out there which I have no clue about.

It got me thinking about fractals. You start with a formula, create an image, and when you zoom in on that image, it continues to stay complex and interesting no matter, it seems, how much you zoom in. (My understanding of fractals is strictly an amateur's fascination. I may be totally full of shit here, but this is what I far.) What is a fractal? Ah, this video might help.

Well, I'm off to go play with Times New Roman. Well, one doc likes his transcription in Arial. Maybe I should invoice in Comic Sans....nah, the docs already think I rob them blind and will not appreciate the comical light-hearted touch I think. I should make it something tough and bossy. Helvetica sounds bossy but I'm not sure.

Any ideas?


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Friday, March 5, 2010

If You Have a Bucket, I Have a Tune

I truly cannot carry a tune. I hum off key. The shower runs in terror when I hop in. 

But I love these guys. Just belting out this song. 

I live in trepidation for the day I get snockered enough to do karaoke...I know it will end up on YouTube. I will end up like this lady. 

Yes, yes, I know I will. 

I went looking for a nice sweet video on YouTube about grandmas and grandsons so I could prattle on about my grandson turning 2 on March 1st.

Look, it's hard enough to BE a grandma when I look in the mirror and I don't SEE a grandma. I don't have gray hair. I don't wear house dresses all day. (Shut up. Sweats don't count.) My hair is not in a bun. You might starve to death in my house because I hardly ever cook.

This is me as the mother of the bride. Okay, so I look like I'm already out to lunch and the wedding had not even started. My oldest daughter, the Hot Tamale, is the bride, and Teddy Bear, my youngest is third from the left. 

But HT made me a grandma...and she is due again in June. I am on a hunt for a name still. My mom is Grandma, so it gets confusing when we are all together. 

Well, I get to baby-sit tonight. Little Z doesn't really talk yet, so I have a chance to pick a name for myself and persuade him to call me that.  

I won't be singing Little Z to sleep tonight because I'm sure then he would think up a good name to call me. 

I could be Granny Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........

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