Saturday, May 27, 2006
Vote Xena, and all the kings horses?!
Before my ramble, I'd like to request that... oh, everyone on the planet go over to Teavee.com and vote for Xena:
Xena: Warrior Princess at Teavee.com
It's unfortunately in second place at the moment for best TV show. So, please go vote every five minutes (who needs sleep?), or as much as you can. The voting ends June 1st. Yes, it's fairly pointless, but for whatever reason, I've become emotionally invested in the outcome.
The logic of nursery rhymes
Let me say up front: while I read all the time as a child, I didn't read nursery rhymes, Dr. Seuss, etc. It was just never my thing. None the less, at least one has apparently penetrated my brain enough to be the subject of the very first voice memo I left myself, back in December.
Yes, friends, it's another MP3 (90k in size) of my lovely mumbling voice:
The translation: "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall... really, you know, big-ass dude like that, breakable, he really shouldn't be sitting on a wall."
If you ask me, ol' Humpty was just looking for trouble. He was an egg. He had to know if he fell, he wasn't gonna make it. He must have had a death wish by climbing that wall.
But it's not the rescue squad was any better. I can see sending the King's men, but expecting the King's horses to help put him back together is just silly. If anything, they probably just made things worse. Their fine motor skills are a bit lacking, what with those hooves of theirs and all.
So, as you can clearly see, I've put entirely too much thought into this. I can't remember what I did five minutes ago, but my brain is busy working on non-essential junk. It's good to have my priorities straight.
This just in from Tango the Wonder Kitty: "xac." I don't know what it means, but Tango just typed it, so it must mean something. It could be a coded message to all his Tango's New World Order recruits. Be warned.
Xena: Warrior Princess at Teavee.com
It's unfortunately in second place at the moment for best TV show. So, please go vote every five minutes (who needs sleep?), or as much as you can. The voting ends June 1st. Yes, it's fairly pointless, but for whatever reason, I've become emotionally invested in the outcome.
The logic of nursery rhymes
Let me say up front: while I read all the time as a child, I didn't read nursery rhymes, Dr. Seuss, etc. It was just never my thing. None the less, at least one has apparently penetrated my brain enough to be the subject of the very first voice memo I left myself, back in December.
Yes, friends, it's another MP3 (90k in size) of my lovely mumbling voice:
The translation: "Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall... really, you know, big-ass dude like that, breakable, he really shouldn't be sitting on a wall."
If you ask me, ol' Humpty was just looking for trouble. He was an egg. He had to know if he fell, he wasn't gonna make it. He must have had a death wish by climbing that wall.
But it's not the rescue squad was any better. I can see sending the King's men, but expecting the King's horses to help put him back together is just silly. If anything, they probably just made things worse. Their fine motor skills are a bit lacking, what with those hooves of theirs and all.
So, as you can clearly see, I've put entirely too much thought into this. I can't remember what I did five minutes ago, but my brain is busy working on non-essential junk. It's good to have my priorities straight.
This just in from Tango the Wonder Kitty: "xac." I don't know what it means, but Tango just typed it, so it must mean something. It could be a coded message to all his Tango's New World Order recruits. Be warned.
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