Wednesday, November 28, 2007

You'll never walk with me on the beach at Waikiki

Howdy, I just traipsed in to say that this pisses me the hell off "Jail won't let mother pump milk". I mean, what the hell? "In general, spokeswoman Julia Rush said, inmates are not allowed to express milk without a court order." And hey, I'm one of those people who's a little grossed-out by breast feeding (just thinking of it makes me queasy), but why the barbarism, Mecklenburg County jail? The only reason behind such a policy can only be pure meanness.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Speaking kings english in quotation


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Originally uploaded by Mr. Gomez.

See the picture above? Is it awesome or what? Click on it and go see it in all its glory at Flickr. Tell your friends to go look at it, too. Mr. Pants took it. Where? Our very own Duke Gardens. Mr. Pants goes there at least once a week. Believe it or not I've lived in Durham for more than seven years and I've never even visited Duke Gardens. I should take the dogs there sometime.

Anywhoo, I'll be on the radio tonight, 8-10 pm Eastern, 88.7 FM if you're picking up the signal, wxdu.org if you ain't. I feel like doing something different since it's Thanksgiving Week, but i couldn't really think of anything so I think I'll just play a liberal dose of weird/interesting covers. Maybe a mashup or two. Whatever.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

But the ocean made me feel stupid

Mr. Pants wants to know what I want for my birthday, which is coming up. I won't say exactly which day except that I get the day off work that day because lots of people died in a war. I don't know what to tell him because I'm not sure what I want. Well, a Volvo wagon (aka a great dogmobile ... used is fine) would be fantastic, but somehow I doubt he'd get that for me. The only other things I find myself wanting all fall into the dog gear category.

Anyone know what want for my birthday?

Oh yeah, and I did the radio thing again last night. Playlist here. During my show I got a call from a guy who said he was in Jamaica. I don't know if he was actually listening to my show or not, but he wanted to know when the reggae show was (there's dancehall on Thursday nights and "Caribbean City Radio" on Saturdays) because he wanted to give a shout-out. I told him I'd give his shout-out anyway, so he asked me to tell all the Jamaicans at the federal penitentiary in Butner to keep their heads up and keep the faith. No problem, dude--the inmates are our most loyal listeners! (Insert joke about captive audience here.)

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Now it's all petty crime on the news at nine

Just two things:
  1. We believe there is something dead under the house. Mr. Pants went searching for it last night but he couldn't find it. I suppose it serves me right for letting Lucy wander around under there, hoping perhaps she'll kill whatever she finds. I think maybe she did, but unlike a cat, she had no inclination to bring it out and show it off. Anyway, those little oil candle stinkpretty things you see advertised on TV do a pretty good job.

  2. Doing good deeds is for suckers. I always regret them later.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Don't know what I want but I know how to get it

I hate it when people whose blogs I read suddenly neglect their blogs. I feel sort of abandoned, like "Hey, aren't you going to entertain me? Dammit!"

Yeah, so it's been a week since I last posted here. I've got a puppy, OK? She needs a lot of attention and then my other dogs (I almost wrote "my real dogs," because really puppies are just proto dogs ... they're like little dog-like bloblets waiting to be turned into proper dogs with patience and training) also need lots of attention to assure them that the new addition in no way displaces them from their positions of importance. Whew! Anyway, I have a brief respite while Pinky Laverne spends a couple of days at her Aunt Maria's house (Mr. Pants is out o' town this week, and one of his co-workers has agreed to host the pup during a couple of my busy days. I'll pick her up tonight after agility class.)

Anyway, I want to know, should I ask for one of these for my birthday or Xmas? Seriously, it's very similar to the machine that they use in the mini-doughnut booth at the State Fair. I could crank out mini doughnuts in my copious spare time! I could have mini-doughnut parties. Everyone would want to be my friend! Just add dough! (Thanks to BoingBoing for pointing me toward this marvel of modern technology, even though they call the lovely, lovely machine "disgusting." They are obviously completely ignorant of the winsome wiles of the magical mini-doughnut.)

In other news ... I don't think there is any other news. Oh, yeah, Cafe Tacuba has a new album out, which, as usual, sounds way different than any of their previous releases. The NYT seemed to love it, in fact lots of critics seem to be loving it. Except for Gustavo Arrellano, who's all like "Meh, I liked Re a lot better. I'll need a few listens to be sure, but I think I may agree with him, at least a little. I mean, there's no mistaking that the new album, SiNo, is pretty near rock virtuosity, but maybe I don't want rock virtuosity. Maybe I really want something that sounds like a ranchera on crystal or a ska-tinged cover of a Leo Dan hit.