Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Pink Little Dome
On Friday last week, I was sitting at home reading my Daily Telegraph news on this internet after a hard day at the orifice. Glass of wine (large) in one hand and typing with the other. All of a sudden, I heard some roosters outside start to warble. I thought I'd fixed those bastards months ago when I called Animal Control on their poultry assess. Obviously not, otherwise I would have been hearing silence. Anyway, I heard the roosters and got upset, stood up too quickly and whacked the top of my bald palatial acreage on the underside of the armoir within which my laptop is located. The result is a large, Gorbachev-like dark gash across the top of my head which contrasts strongly with the pink color that is my undamaged flesh.
One of the people in my office today remarked, "Oh Bubba .....", (I'm known as "Bubba" to my hommies), "..... what on earth did you do to your Pink Little Dome ?".
One of the people in my office today remarked, "Oh Bubba .....", (I'm known as "Bubba" to my hommies), "..... what on earth did you do to your Pink Little Dome ?".
Saturday, February 05, 2005
BaldiBlog Goes Fancy
I got a BlogRoll and put it in the lower portion of the sidebar. Go check it out.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
My Wife Made Me Do This
She got some questionnaire that she religeously filled out. I did the same, not religeously.
1. Song that sounds like happy feels:
“California Dreaming” by The Mama’s and The Papas.
I’ve been over in the US of A for 20 years. Bald the whole time. Before I came over, but when I knew I was coming, I had this impression of what it was like to be in California. That impression was driving in a 70’s gas guzzler down the highway, windows open, the wind blowing in and the sun shining, and with a song playing. That song was “California Dreaming”. When I got here, I did get a 1974 Plymouth Satellite and one of the first things I did just before getting pulled over for doing 110mph on the US 101 in King City was sing along to “California Dreaming”. I was happy. Then I got pulled over and fined $276. That was north-bound on Friday. I got pulled over in the same spot the following Sunday going south-bound for the same reason. The moral of the story: don’t sing and drive.
2. Earliest memory:
Propped in a high chair in my parents living room on a summer’s day watching TV. Not bald. There was some show on I loved – “Down by the River” or something. A frog was involved. I like frogs. The curtains were drawn and my mum was in the garden. Must have been small, young. It’s a very vivid memory, one I never forgot. The other early memory I have is when my brother was born and he was lying in the crib in my parents bedroom. I am 2.5 years older than him, so I must have been 2.5 years old at the time. Wow. I scare myself.
3. Last CD you bought:
That Elvis Costello one where he sung the classics. Didn’t work though. The needle kept skating across the surface when I tried to play it.
4. Reminds you of school:
Elementary School: Must be an American questionnaire. I never went to elementary school. But I did go to infants school and junior school. What reminds me of them ? Any old building here in California. My junior school was built in 1897 and was, and is, considered expendable if another building would ever be suggested in its place. But here in California, such a building would be an historic monument and protected as such. Whenever people talk about “old” buildings in California, I always talk about my junior school.
High School: Brits have high schools also. No indignation here. What reminds me of high school ? Jumping off cupboards with an umbrella. This usually comes up during polite conversation and I relate how, back then, I was a bit of a clown and my friends would always get a kick out of me doing this.
College:
Nothing really reminds me of college. It was unremarkable. I had a good time and lots of things happened, but nothing happens these days that makes me think, “hmmm, that was just back in college when ……”.
5. Total music files on your PC:
None. They are all copied over to CD’s.
6. Song for listening to repeatedly when depressed:
I don’t get depressed. And if I did, I don’t believe in making it worse. A woman must have written this question.
7. Song that sounds British, but isn't:
What ? Something poppy I suppose. That Nils Lofgren thing. I dunno the name. Any guesses ?
8. Song you love, band you hate:
Song: “Jesse” by Janis Ian ! Hated Band: That dipstick off Led Zeplin, Jimmy Page. He just looks weird. There, I said it.
9. A favorite song from the past that took ages to track down:
“It’ll be lonely this Christmas” by Mudd.
10. Bought the album for one good song:
I have the capability of doing this, and have done it many times, but to answer this question would involve getting off my ass (not bald, I hasten to add) and reviewing my CD collection. I’ll get back to you on this one.
11. Worst Song to Get Stuck in your Head:
“Can’t get it out of my head” by Electric Light Orchestra. Pablum and banal.
12. Best song to dump a beer on someone's head to, then storm out of the bar?
Again, a woman wrote this question. Real men don’t storm out of bars like nancies.
13. Who should do this next?
Beats me. I dunno any other bloggers. Live long and prosper.
1. Song that sounds like happy feels:
“California Dreaming” by The Mama’s and The Papas.
I’ve been over in the US of A for 20 years. Bald the whole time. Before I came over, but when I knew I was coming, I had this impression of what it was like to be in California. That impression was driving in a 70’s gas guzzler down the highway, windows open, the wind blowing in and the sun shining, and with a song playing. That song was “California Dreaming”. When I got here, I did get a 1974 Plymouth Satellite and one of the first things I did just before getting pulled over for doing 110mph on the US 101 in King City was sing along to “California Dreaming”. I was happy. Then I got pulled over and fined $276. That was north-bound on Friday. I got pulled over in the same spot the following Sunday going south-bound for the same reason. The moral of the story: don’t sing and drive.
2. Earliest memory:
Propped in a high chair in my parents living room on a summer’s day watching TV. Not bald. There was some show on I loved – “Down by the River” or something. A frog was involved. I like frogs. The curtains were drawn and my mum was in the garden. Must have been small, young. It’s a very vivid memory, one I never forgot. The other early memory I have is when my brother was born and he was lying in the crib in my parents bedroom. I am 2.5 years older than him, so I must have been 2.5 years old at the time. Wow. I scare myself.
3. Last CD you bought:
That Elvis Costello one where he sung the classics. Didn’t work though. The needle kept skating across the surface when I tried to play it.
4. Reminds you of school:
Elementary School: Must be an American questionnaire. I never went to elementary school. But I did go to infants school and junior school. What reminds me of them ? Any old building here in California. My junior school was built in 1897 and was, and is, considered expendable if another building would ever be suggested in its place. But here in California, such a building would be an historic monument and protected as such. Whenever people talk about “old” buildings in California, I always talk about my junior school.
High School: Brits have high schools also. No indignation here. What reminds me of high school ? Jumping off cupboards with an umbrella. This usually comes up during polite conversation and I relate how, back then, I was a bit of a clown and my friends would always get a kick out of me doing this.
College:
Nothing really reminds me of college. It was unremarkable. I had a good time and lots of things happened, but nothing happens these days that makes me think, “hmmm, that was just back in college when ……”.
5. Total music files on your PC:
None. They are all copied over to CD’s.
6. Song for listening to repeatedly when depressed:
I don’t get depressed. And if I did, I don’t believe in making it worse. A woman must have written this question.
7. Song that sounds British, but isn't:
What ? Something poppy I suppose. That Nils Lofgren thing. I dunno the name. Any guesses ?
8. Song you love, band you hate:
Song: “Jesse” by Janis Ian ! Hated Band: That dipstick off Led Zeplin, Jimmy Page. He just looks weird. There, I said it.
9. A favorite song from the past that took ages to track down:
“It’ll be lonely this Christmas” by Mudd.
10. Bought the album for one good song:
I have the capability of doing this, and have done it many times, but to answer this question would involve getting off my ass (not bald, I hasten to add) and reviewing my CD collection. I’ll get back to you on this one.
11. Worst Song to Get Stuck in your Head:
“Can’t get it out of my head” by Electric Light Orchestra. Pablum and banal.
12. Best song to dump a beer on someone's head to, then storm out of the bar?
Again, a woman wrote this question. Real men don’t storm out of bars like nancies.
13. Who should do this next?
Beats me. I dunno any other bloggers. Live long and prosper.
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