I wouldn’t be able to resist dancing to “Stayin’ Alive”, either
I left work to sail directly into atropis‘s lap, 3 blocks away, until I heard from silver_bits. You see, we had plans to see myopic_green, my favoritest green of all. Ann and I caught up a bit, but it’s never enough because we’re -both- random, so when you get the two of us together, well… keeping on track requires a referee.
silver_bits and I ate while her puppies cavorted in the kitchen, and it was pronounced good, despite the delivery mistake x2. We floated into Rochester Hills, where we met the Rocky equivalent to her two Bullwinkles. Carrie’s family has the teeniest little pup, and she’s very friendly, preferring to stick her tongue as far up your nostril as she can. I somehow escaped without a nostril-raping – I think my defensive skills vs Mozer, K.T.’s giant and ridiculously friendly St. Bernard, helped prepare me for licky doom. We all agreed that the puppy was too cute to live, so we had it bronzed.
Just kidding.
I feel compelled to repeat some off-color jokes made at Carrie’s expense… by her dad… but I’ll just stick to the facts. She’s very frustrated by the mobility issues and the doctors who can’t do a damned thing for her short of a spinal tap, and damn it, I want to firebomb places, mutilate toes until action is fucking taken. Fortunately for the lives and racquet-ball careers of certain doctors, K.T.’s prognosis is that our dear Carrie has improved from yesterday. Pete knows that we were hoping her newly-discovered pseudo-retardation would slow her down enough that we could keep up with her – alas, we’ll have to wait for the full body cast and the tongue-mounted joystick. She’s also still a hottie, even in jammies. I’m sure she’d look adorable in a helmet, I think we should all chip in and get her one, once it’s, well, funnier. And by funnier, I mean when she’s back to full health, and has kicked this blood virus or whatever straight to hell, with a nasty note to the teacher about wasting her valuable time.
Tuesday: Work, then Axon work. (yes, desiree, we haven’t heard from bonnie in forever. again.) More web work.
Wednesday: ?? Maybe figure out what I want to do, more specifically, for the ILB Podcast. I tried downloading the MP3 CD torrent, but it’s unseeded, or at least the tracker is down.
Thursday: Specialty work in Pontiac at the GM Powertrain center, and then 5th!! :)
Friday: Irish Pub in Canadia with K.T. and whatever crew she musters
Saturday: C & A hold a party, and I bust down the door with some crazy dance-action!
Sunday: KATRINA’S WEDDING. I bust down the door with some crazy dance-action! And take some pictures.
Hmmm. can you both bust down the door with some crazy dance action and photograph it at the same time? It’d be like photography-fu.
I’d pay to see some quality photography-fu.
“You learn quickly, Grasshopper. Shutter on, shutter off. Shutter on, Shutter off.”
I do have those skills.
I have skills for which there are no names, just ominous and powerful-looking hand gestures.
ooooh! Fancy!
*Impressed*
Kat’s wedding. Hmmm. Why do people still do that?
Because the wedding industry provides many people in this economy with much needed jobs :)
BRONZED! eeeeeeek!
well played, sir. :)