Somehow, I'M the one feeling creepy and un-American, not these deathmongers....

[captainsblog]

We passed the hours before and during Super Orgy XLIV yesterday about as far removed from Teh Football as you can probably legally get in this country. Despite this year's contest somehow out-Nielsening the final MASH episode (which I never really understood the allure of anyway, since it wasn't the last that the cast filmed, was never shown in reruns, and didn't have the power of any of the individual eps), we passed our time on Sunday with the following pursuits:

* playing our first three-way Scrabble game of probably this century:



That's my stand-in player while I took the photo. (And that painting to your right of the chandelier is another Emily original.)



By the time I resumed my place at table, Zoey had decided the alphabet was a little too hard for her, and retreated to her usual role as Chief Cuddlee in the house.

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* grilling a steak and not even having a beer during the Big Game™. On the whole, we were positively Puritan in our eating choices for the evening. (OK, the drinking choices of the grups were a little more Hedonist.)

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* ignoring the entire televised spectacle in favor of watching a good chunk of The Sound of Music on the ABC Family Channel- first time Eleanor and I had seen it since going to the Singalonga version of it at London's Prince Charles Cinema close to a decade ago. We remembered a few of the lines, and generally knew to boo the Nazis, hiss the Baroness and raise our arms whenever the Hillllllls came to life. Ultimately, we both ran out of gas somewhere past 9, so I set the DVR to record for 90 minutes- thinking that'd be more than enough.  Ha. I'd forgotten that this movie came with a genuine intermission reel, and as we watched the end of it tonight, and the display on the DVD player got closer to 1:30, I seriously doubted if we'd gotten the whole second half of the film onto the recording.

No such no luck: my random start point brought us to the 1:30 mark with the Von Trapps family Climbing Every Almost Swiss Mountain....

till
you
find
yourrrrrrrr.....

::click!::

As Eleanor just noted, I couldn't have gotten closer to the final nanosecond of the picture if I'd tried.

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I've made some more derangements for my trip this week. Looks like I won't get out of Buffalo until late Wednesday afternoon, and I won't know until tomorrow if I can stay over on Lawn Guyland on Thursday night or not. Jan's husband made an online reference today to her newspaper obit, which isn't posted yet, but in checking for it, I found the one that Newsday posted for Congressman John Murtha. As you might expect, there is great rejoicing in Wingnutistan tonight over HIS passing:

"May he rot in Hell," offered Bare Naked Islam. "Justice Delayed, But Not Denied," said Jay Tea of Wizbang. "John Murtha, professional crook, is dead," said South Bend Seven. "Ding, dong and all that."

"John Murtha's legacy should be that he broke two of the Ten Commandments," said Yid with Lid, "do not bear false witness (Haditha) and don't steal (earmarks and corruption)... For me, John Murtha represented everything bad about politicians..."

Autographed Letter Signed ran some of his favorite Photoshop satires of Murtha and observed, "When I heard the news of the death of John Murtha (D-PA) after complications from gall bladder surgery, I did not have one moment of concern."

"But unlike the left when conservatives fall ill and pass on, I'll wait until he's buried to celebrate the loss," wrote Chicago Ray. "And celebrate I will, as today America just became a better place. Rest in misery traitor, never leave your men on the beach you fat fu**."

Feel free to dance on my grave when I'm gone, you insensitive idiots. I'll still be smarter than the likes of you even after I've become a healthy week's grocery run of maggot stew.

Comments

[bktheirregular]

You'll probably have more worth than them as well, even then. Didn't the carpenter have something to say about the log in your own eye?

[nonspecific.livejournal.com]

I really like the colors in the painting! It's very Eden-like.

[plantmom.livejournal.com]

I love the painting because it has a surreal quality, yet it's firmly based on reality. I know what patch of my gardens out front was the inspiration. So it's real and yet unreal. Em did a great job.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Kara? I think we need to defriend each other.

Temporarily.

Whatever it was that was producing that "*" code next to your name? It's now causing the text of my original message to you, with my Friends request, to appear each and every time you comment on an entry of mine.

So delete me. I will do likewise. Then, we'll start again, computer-code clean:)

[nonspecific.livejournal.com]

Ok, removed. Crazy lj.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

It's fixed. Turns out it was something known as a "PEBCAK" error:

"Problem exists between chair and keyboard."

Sigh. I know just enough about computers to be dangerous.

[nonspecific.livejournal.com]

Oh? How was that possibly your fault? It might have been a ID10T error on the part of lj.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

When I friended you the first time, a box appeared I'd never seen before called "add note." I figured this was part of the never-ending Facebooking of this site, so I said something about knowing you through Kim. That wasn't a note TO you, but a new "feature" that lets you add a note ABOUT the user that always appears next to their username on comment pages and such.

Which, of course, they just went and added without telling you, much less asking you if you wanted it. (See "Facebooking of this site," above.)

If you care about this nonsense, here: Frank the Goat Explains It All To You (http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=295). Otherwise, just put me back:)

[nonspecific.livejournal.com]

Ah, I see. At least Lj has never had a disaster as epic as Facebook fails on a regular basis. But they both could be worse... they could be myspace.