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I have proof that the evil squirrels are trying to discredit the war kittens by stealing the latest issues of Cat Fancy from the shelves and putting out a false rumor that the issue was pulled by the publishers.
When Bloggin’ Hurts
I sure *ouch* pick a good *ouch* time to start *cringe-pain* to blog. I did something to my right *pause due to pain* hand, somewhere under my thumb in my palm, *hurt* and it is coming in waves of pain… not sever pain, but *shooting pain* kinda like someone beat my hand with a baseball bat and it bruised my palm. If I sit still (like I have time for that) the pain goes away for a little while. I guess I did *pain all the way up my arm* something bad when I installed the doggie door this weekend. You see, I had to use this big ass electric hand jig saw kinda like this one because my *ouch shoulder
twinge* smaller one would not hold the blade. I couldn’t take the door off and I had to cut the opening while the door was still vertical. You imagine this heavy, super-vibrating piece of stubborn equipment trying to cut through a fire door while you are in an awkward sitting position *please kick in soon pain pills* by yourself. Well, I shouldn’t say by myself as I had help from very inquisitive kittens that were anxious to use the doggie door. After installing the door, caulking the edges (we don’t want the elements to get in around the door do we), and cleaning up, we had our doggie door that the dog refused to use. It was only after we declined to let the dog out the traditional way that the dog used the doggie door to go out and bark at our neighbors. Now all I have to do is put the the fence around the back door and we can leave the dog at home during the day instead of with a sitter.
Must remember to close the doggie door when I get home so the blasted dog doesn’t get out and chase the neighbors.
*MORPHINE! I NEED MORPHINE HERE!*
Goodbye, Anna
Han:Looks like a moon.
Obi Wan: That is no moon… it is a space station.
This pretty impressive picture of Saturn’s moon Mimas brought to you by Astonomy Picture of the Day
Yes, I’m up, which means I am not sleeping. You tell me why I am not sleeping. Could it be that I took a nap this afternoon? I don’t think it has anything to do with what is on TV tonight though seeing Sheryl Lee in John Carpenter’s Vampires is worth staying up for.

Of course the incessant commercials about Viagra, Finess Made Simple, and Serta mattresses are taking a toll on my ability to stay awake and see more of Sheryl.
Yawn
Fight sleep.
Yeah, where were you two hours ago when the Falcons game when off (they won 37 to 10 over the Bengals).
I don’t even think Adriana Sage will kep me awake now.


If I Were A Carpenter
by Tim Hardin
If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway, would you have my baby?
What is the deal with people and turn signals? Is it too much to ask that you turn it on when you a going to make a turn. I may be a giant in mental telepathy, but I can’t read minds very well while I an driving. And please please use the tuning lane, the people behind you have would like to continue on their journey and they made that turning lane just so that you wouldn’t have to stall traffic for ten minutes waiting for a chance to turn left.

Carrying the pots I made, following behind me
Crystal Gayle mmmmm, those eyes and that long, long dark hair. Many a night (and day) I would dream about being married to her (yes, married not just sleep with), imagining being lost in those eyes daily and hearing that sweet voice saying my name. She is like the supermodel of country music and probably the only country music star I will listen to unconditionally. Yes, I still have a BIG crush on her.

I give you my only-ness – come give me your tomorrow
Robert Redford turns 67 today. I want to look as good as he does now when I get to 57. If I was a woman I’d be drooling over him… which my wife does every time she sees him.

Answer me, babe, yes, I would, I’d put you above me
I never realized how sexist this carpenters song is until now. But then I didn’t know that She Bop by Cyndi Lauper was about masturbation until a just recently. Oh yeah, I have this thing for Cyndi too. I don’t care what year it is or what hair color she has, I would marry Cyndi too. She is just so cute and sexy… and I love her voice.

Would you miss your colored box, your soft shoes shining?
On this day in 1227, the Mongol conqueror Genghis Khan died. Khaaaaaaaaaan! I had to do that, my inner Shatness was fighting to get out.

I give you my only-ness – come give me your tomorrow
On this day in 1958, the novel by Vladimir Nabokov that made older men (and censors) nervous, Lolita. Hmm, I wonder how many old men where on the movie review board at that time. By the way, the Stanley Kubrick version is very good, I haven’t seen the Adrian Lyne version.

Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
Here’s another picure of Crystal Gayle…

Pretty fly I tell ya…
I was listening to Pretty Fly For A Rabbi and thinking that Fran Drescher

was singing the female lyrics in the song (well, she was in Al’s movie UHF) and I read the CD cover to find that it is voice actress Tress MacNeille doing ths singing… Babs Bunny!

Of course both women look quite scrumptious to me.
Pretty Fly For A Rabbi
by Al Yankovic
Veren zol fun dir a blintsa
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
And all the goyim say I’m pretty fly for a rabbi
Meccha leccha hi, meccha hiney hiney ho
Our temple’s had a fair share of rabbis in the past
But most of ‘em were nudniks and none of ‘em would last
But our new guy’s real kosher, I think he’ll do the trick
I tell ya, he’s to dies for – he really knows his shtick
So how’s by you? Have you seen this Jew?
Reads the Torah, does his own accounting too
Workin’ like a dog at the synagogue
He’s there all day, he’s there all day
Just say “Vay iz mir!” and he’ll kick into gear
He’ll bring you lots of cheer and maybe bagels with some shmeer
Just grab your yarmulka and
Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
And all the goyim say I’m pretty fly (for a rabbi)
He shops at discount stores, not just any will sufice
He has to find a bargain ’cause he won’t pay retail price
He never acts meshugga and he’s hardly a schlemiel
But if you wanna haggle, oy, he’ll make you such a deal!
People used to scoff, now they say “Mazel tov!”
He’s such a macher ’cause he worked his tuchis off
Yeah, he keeps his cool and teaches shul
What’s not to like? What’s not to like?
On high holy days, you know he prays and prays
And he never eats pastrami on white breath with mayonnaise
Put on your yarmulka and
Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!
When he’s doing a Bar Mitzvah, now that you shouldn’t miss
He’ll always shlep on down for a wedding or a briss
They say he’s got a lot of chutzpah, he’s really quite hhhhhip
The parents pay the moyl and he gets to keep the tip
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
(How ya doin’ Bernie?) Oy vey, oy vey
Meccha leccha hi, meccha meccha cholly ho
He’s doin’ well, I gotta kvell
The yentas love him, even shicksas think he’s swell
Show up at his home, he says “Shalom”
And “Have some cake – you want some cake?”
Yah, he calls the shots, we really love him lots
Oy gevalt, I’m so ferklempt that I could plotz
So grab your yarmulka
The one you got for Chanukah
Let’s put on our yarmulkas and
Hey! Hey! Do that Hebrew thing!
Okay, one more pic of Fran….

Did I tell you that I find her incredibly attractive and sexy, even when she does that voice. So maybe I’ve got some voice fetish, but that voice just turns me on somehow. Maybe it is because of some deep buried sexual fantasy from my teen years or that I just associate that voice with that bod.

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