Inimitable is a great word.
So I’m listening to the radio on the way to work, and I hear the inimitable In the Summertime, and I heard this part for the first time:
If her father’s rich, take her out for a meal
If her father’s poor, you just do what you feel
I just had to laugh. It’s an old song, of course, but it brings up all sorts of strange thoughts and questions.
silver_bits is graduating today with her degree for interpreting sign language (my apologies for not knowing the exact wording), and we’re going to celebrate with a bunch of fine folks at the TGI Friday’s in Auburn Hills. Many of you have heard me chat about K.T. – you are more than welcome to join in the revelry! We expect to be there shortly after 9pm.
Does anyone have any welding or fencing gloves I can borrow for awhile? I wouldn’t be giving them back until late fall, so make sure you don’t need them. ;)
I went to bed early last night, and have plenty of energy today. Of course, having a sometimes-unreliable shower that suddenly went ice-cold might have something to do with that as well. I get out at 5pm today, and have plans all weekend (summarized with the words grad, Jess (et al.), Lansing, Junie, pool, Netmouse!). Mm boy!
Meanwhile, the Chuck Roast video has been delayed while the original tapes are located, and the trip to L.A. (and the wedding immediately after in Cleveland) is coming up awfully fast.
Also unrelatedly, I’d heard all this foofaraw about the energy drink Cocaine: The Legal Alternative, and I thought it was pulled but there it was at my local gas station. Since I’m keeping a collection of unique energy drink cans at work (which I rarely add to these days, by the way), I bought a can. And it. is. vile. Part liquid “fireball”, part asbestos, the very first sip had me feeling like I was trying to swallow fiberglass. I tried again, equally miserable at the result. Looking around, there was no place to put the nearly-full but very small can… so I had to crack the door at a stop light and dump it. Those offended by the name should just keep quiet – it’s taste-like-ass nature will send it to the dump faster than you could.
And as long as I’ve sucked you under this LJ cut, I’d like to say that I’m tickled that the firefox spellchecker suggests foofaraw be replaced with picofarads.
No doubt drug cartels and emo kids everywhere rejoice to hear this news.
“Vile” is one of my favorite words. :)
How strange and amusing. :D Will you be around on Saturday?
Oh, I’ll be around. :) Alex and I are out and about in the morning and then there’s the party in the evening.
I have one (right-hand) fencing glove, if you want to borrow it. It’s fairly beat up, though, since after I stopped fencing it became the Animal Bothering Glove. :)
That would probably work, actually :)
I think it’s an AAS.SLS – meaning an Associates of Applied Science in Sign Language Studies. Is it sad that I’m not sure either? :grin:
I’m excited for walking and celebrating tonight, but concerned for the letdown when I still have to go to class.
What do you need the welding or fencing gloves for? Depending on the answer, I have a few suggestions and a possible pair that would work.
Oddly I do have extra welding gloves, but I’d have to find them (just moved). I bought them to have more articulated things to protect my hands wile cooking and grilling, but I have things better suited for the purpose now.
The funny thing bout the “Inimitable” “in the summertime” is that your song was the fourth I thought of after Roger MIller’s, Of Montreal’s, and Will Smith’s.
Also, I think it’s “if her daddy’s rich…”