So I’m watching a show on TV–Judge Alex if you must know–and there is a family on there. A mother. A father.
And their daughter.
Whose name is LaTrina.
LaTrina.
What are some people thinking?
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 29, 2008| 7 Comments »
So I’m watching a show on TV–Judge Alex if you must know–and there is a family on there. A mother. A father.
And their daughter.
Whose name is LaTrina.
LaTrina.
What are some people thinking?
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 29, 2008| 1 Comment »
I’m a bit late to this, but on this friday I think that we must (of course) feature something by The Stones. And what better Stones feature than my all-time favourite Stones song:
(Can you tell I’m in a bit of a mood?)
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 28, 2008| 3 Comments »
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 27, 2008| 4 Comments »
I’m passing another kidney stone. (I tell you this not for sympathy but to explain why I was asleep during the day.) I just woke up from a long drug-induced sleep–thank you, Phenergan–and for some reason completely unknown to me I have this song going through my head.
It’s perhaps the cheeriest song about kidnap and rape that has ever been sung. And a lot of people complain about RAP being degrading to women!
Treat ’em rough like them there Romans do
Or else they’ll think you’re tetched.
and
Dobbin’ really rattled their ears.
Oh they acted angry and annoyed,But secretly they was overjoyed
I just have no idea why the drugs decided to pull THAT out of the memory hole.
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 26, 2008| 2 Comments »
The shame part is because I’ve never been a great writer of tech gadget posts. People like Ceeelcee and Kerry Woo and Caseydo a really good job and are able to toss around specs and other kinds of facts that I just don’t know how to put in. It’s not that I don’t know how they work and what they mean, those phrases like P-Ram and Bluetooth and whatnot. I tend to write my tech posts the way sloppy romance writers write sex scenes in books. While I know the mechanics behind it all, I think most folks get turned on by reading about all the parts in action.
But tech writers and tech readers like to talk about the parts and how they work and that’s fine with me. That’s why I’m not a tech writer. It’s also why I don’t write about techie things–it comes off like cheap gadget porn.
This is a post about gadget porn. Because I am in love with my iPod Touch. Yes, I got it nearly nine months ago (it was a Christmas present) and yes, I know the firmware update and the App storewas old news several weeks ago. But just as it took me a bit longer than some kids to lose my virginity it also took me a bit longer to install the firmware on my Touch. That firmware which takes it from a respectable sexy gadget and revs it up into this life-changing va-va-voom piece of glowing glassy gateways.
You see, with the apps it stops just being about music and video and looking at pictures and becomes something you interact with. It becomes something you graft onto your life. The “apps” (tiny applications) range in price from free to upwards of $10, with the games and high-end photography programs being more expensive. There are apps to help you be more active and apps to help you relax. You can expand your mind and rot your brain. You can save the universe and destroy little dots in a maze. It is just…incredible.
My top five apps of the moment are:
There are a dozen others that do various things like track knitting rows, sharpen math skills and find restaurants for you. And yes, I know this just amounts to a bunch of silly games. But I love it beyond all reason.
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 22, 2008| 5 Comments »
When I was at my mom and dad’s their dishwasher broke. So I spent an hour handwashing their dishes in spite of my arthritis. I love to handwash dishes and have ever since I was a kid. It’s kind of a peaceful, meditative exercise.
I’ve also really been enjoying folding laundry.
It occurs to me that I do like housework, but only if I can make some noticable difference. With handwashing dishes and folding laundry you start with a pile of stuff and work that pile down to nothingness. It’s the most immediate feedback possible.
I also like to mop. On our dark green kitchen floor you can see where the mopped part is shiny and damply clean. You can easily see how much is clean and how much remains.
I think I’ve discovered that I like cleaning only when I feel like I’m accomplishing something.
Posted in Monkey Wash Donkey Rinse on August 22, 2008| 5 Comments »
What more could you ask for? There’s drama, crime fighting, riots, reunited lovers…
and kazoos!!!
KAZOOS!!!
Yes, indeed!