I owe Sarcastro big time. I wanted “Tears Of A Clown” out of my head, and he obliged with a blog post which made me think of Highway 61 Revisited instead. I’d rather ponder on a Dylan brainworm any day. But he wrongfully claims that the creepiest episode of Little House On The Prairie was [...]
Archive for August, 2007
Yes, There Was A Rapist Clown On Little House
Posted in clowns are evil on August 31, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I Know My Name Is Katherine, But…
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 31, 2007 | 7 Comments »
Someone landed on this blog thanks to a Google Search for the question “Do horses have a penis”? A) Someone needs to revisit mammalian biology class B) Do I look like an expert on hipposchlong? C) Really, male horses each have one penis apiece, so I’m thinking maybe this was a trick question. D) What [...]
Holly Hunter, Owen Wilson, Meerkats and A Keyboard Which Should Be Confiscated
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 31, 2007 | 20 Comments »
I know it’s not fair to do a lazy braindroppings post seeing as how most of my writing this week was unduly influenced by Nyquil. But that’s what I’m good for today, so that’s what the cafeteria is serving. Maybe next week meat’ll be back on the menu, boys. When will the fall season of [...]
Erotic Dreams
Posted in the Kat'll all have brucellosis on August 30, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Someone on Twitter (not me) is writing of their erotic dream from last night. It involves Jim Halpert (of The Office) and drugs. I don’t have that many erotic dreams anymore, and when I do they always feature my husband. (awwww!) What I do have are the dreams where some random person has fallen completely [...]
Oh, The Drama!
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 29, 2007 | 1 Comment »
I’ve been laying/lying down on the couch watching* tv. But now I’m down at my desk for a few minutes. Why? Because it’s raining. It’s been so long since we’ve had rain that the dogs are afraid of the sound it makes on the roof, and the TV/couch combo just happens to be on the [...]
dear netflix
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 29, 2007 | 6 Comments »
i am counting on you. please do not let me down. i cannot read today. i cannot sit at my desk for more than five minutes because i think my eyeballs may pop out of my head and squish against my monitor like rotten grapes. i cannot speak because my voice is gone, so i [...]
My Maternal Instinct Is Going To Kill Me
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 28, 2007 | 1 Comment »
We kept the babies in the nursery on Sunday. I am now wickedly sick. (Surprise!) It’s like clockwork…I can count on it. But I’m starting to think it’s worth it all, just seeing two little fists reach up at me pleadingly for a hug or hearing that little gigglesqueal at the end of the morning [...]
Same Old Lang Syne
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 28, 2007 | 11 Comments »
We’re talking about “saddest country songs” over at MCB. Since the only country songs I know are Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton I’m out of the running pretty early. But then someone brought up Dan Fogelberg’s Same Old Lang Syne, which got me to thinking. Isn’t that essentially the same song as Harry [...]
I Know It’s Wrong To Laugh…
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 28, 2007 | 3 Comments »
But this Wiki cracks me up. It’s not that I don’t believe a person can become addicted to World of Warcraft. I’ve lived a long life as a gamer, and know full well how they can suck you in. It’s just that this is so, well…here. Let me show you: Find out what has caused [...]
Because The One Thing The Internet Is Missing Is A Picture Of My Dog
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 28, 2007 | 14 Comments »



