Thursday, August 28, 2014
thirsty thursday
Weird science,
in the form of
puns and jokes,
sitting at a bar and
getting chummy.
Just ask my ex,
he will agree!
Here we go now,
as Ozzy would say.
Pavlov is sitting at a pub, enjoying a pint. The phone rings and he jumps up, saying "Oh, no! I forgot to feed the dog!"
A Roman walks into a bar and asks for a martinus.
"You mean a martini?" the bartender asks.
The Roman replies, "If I wanted a double, I would have asked for it!"
Helium walks into a bar and orders a beer.
The bartender says, "Sorry, we don't serve noble gases here."
He doesn't react.
Schrodinger's cat walks into a bar and doesn't.
What do you get when you put root beer into a square glass?
Beer.
Werner Heisenberg, Kurt Godel, and Noam Chomsky walk into a bar.
Heisenberg turns to the other two and says, "Clearly this is a joke. but how can we figure out if it's funny or not?"
Godel replies, "We can't know that because we are inside the joke."
Chomsky says, "Of course it's funny! You're just telling it wrong!"
Another Roman walks into a bar, holds up two fingers, and says, "Five beers, please!"
C, E Flat, and G walk into a bar.
The bartender says "Sorry, no minors."
The Past, the Prest, and the Future walked into a bar.
It was tense.
Three logicians walk into a bar.
The bartender asks, "Do all of you want a drink?"
The first one says, "I don;t know."
The second one says, "I don't know."
The third one says, "Yes!"
Descartes walks into a bar.
The bartender asks if he wants a drink.
"I think not," Descartes says.
And then he disappears.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
water hazards and golf
The joke:
God, Jesus, and Moses are playing golf one day.
Things are going well until they get to the hole with the water hazard blocking the green.
How to best proceed?
Moses is first to tee off. Before he strikes the ball, though, he stands tall, back straight, arms at his sides. Then, slowly, he raises his arms and moves them far apart. As he does this, the water parts down the middle, roiling and rolling, but leaving a clear, dry path straight to the green. Moses then takes his shot, easily landing the ball within an easy putt to the hole.
God and Jesus give polite golf claps to acknowledge his skill.
Then Jesus steps up for his turn. The ball lands squarely in the water. No worries! He walked over and onto the water, then took a second swing. The ball sailed out of the drink and up to the green, landing mere inches from the hole.
Nicely played, the others agreed.
God then approached the tee for his turn. As his ball is sailing toward the hole, it lands in the water, too. But not for long! A catfish swims to the surface and spits the ball into the air! Then a hawk swoops down and catches the ball, carrying it over the green and dropping it - but just short of the hole. Then a mole burrows up from under the ball, tilting it and causing it to roll right in for a hole in one!!!
Moses and Jesus just stood there and looked at the green and their two balls perched upon it.
Then they looked at God.
"Dad," Jesus said, "it's just a game!"
* * * * *
I have a problem with this joke.
You know, similar to the problem I had with the joke about the physics of hell.
On the surface or to someone uninformed, the above is funny.
However, the receiver of the joke is being asked to believe that Moses, by his own power, was able to control the movement of water.
Moses did not part the sea on his own, folks. Right?
Moses was just a man. He was only able to perform that feat because he was acting as the vessel for God's power.
God parted the sea.
The receiver of the joke is also asked to believe that Jesus had the power to bypass gravity and density in order to walk on water.
Jesus was not able to perform that feat on his own, folks. Right.
Jesus was just a man. He was able to walk on water because God circumvented physical laws and enabled his doing so.
God was there, holding Jesus up.
If that was all true in the ancient world, then it would certainly still hold water on a modern golf course.
Right?
Any incredible acts performed by either Moses or Jesus would be by the grace of God.
I really think I'm right on this one.
Please, do feel free to comment, though.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
twice in a single summer!
To tell you the truth, I was trying to hold off until the weekend.
You see, at Dragon*Con, LifeSouth will give me a really cool T-shirt for donating blood and participating in the Robert A. Heinlein "Pay It Forward" blood drive.
Outstanding reason to donate! Right?
Then again, the American Red Cross will give me a really cool T-shirt at the end of the year, as they have for several years now.
Why?
I'm a VIP LifeSaver, Silver Level, which means I have pledged to donate whole blood at least three times per year.
This was my second donation this year. I had a fairly late start, as I was a bit under the weather in January and February. Then, when I showed up in early March to donate, I was hijacked by the folks in the plasmapheresis department. I did donate that day, but it was plasma, so that did not count toward my annual obligation.
Time progressed. I kept dodging the calls asking me to come back and donate again. I always had a ready excuse for why I could not make it there.
To donate plasma.
Finally, I worked up the nerve. No more Ms. Nice Girl! I explained how I had felt that one time I had been hooked up to the plasmapheresis machine and how exhausted I had been afterward. I explained that I actually enjoy giving whole blood and would prefer to only donate whole blood in the future.
By this time, a couple of months had passed.
My birthday arrived.
I always liked to give blood around the time of my birthday. Not only does my special day coincide with Memorial Day weekend, but I like to give back for all I have received.
Eventually, almost a month later and after two ill-timed visits to the donation center, I succeeded in my quest to give whole blood.
Woohoo!
My first VIP LifeSaver donation was completed!
Now, today, I donated the second pint toward that contract.
Only one more pint to go and I have plenty of time to do so. Every 56 days, I can donate whole blood. If I really try, I can make two donations before year's end.
Maybe LifeSouth will give me a T-shirt anyway this weekend...
Hey! A girl can dream!!!
Saturday, August 23, 2014
five-day shirt
Hooray for laundry day!
This shirt is again clean and ready to wear!
I don't know if I'll wear it for five days again... but I might.
One of the benefits of living single is being able to wear the same clothes over and over and no one complains.
Well, as long as they smell okay.
I wore this shirt for five days, even with the weather being typical of Southern summers, and not one person ever noticed a smell of sweat or funk. Nice, right?
I wore it to birthday parties and to the bfe's house for dinner. I wore it to movies in Savannah and movies in Pooler. I wore it to "Chicago" as well as the 48-Hour Film Project.
I even wore it to Fall Convocation.
It really helped that I didn't wear it around any of the same people from one day to the next. Folks assume everyone has a washer and dryer at home, so even if they saw me twice during the five days, they most likely would have thought I had washed it in between those viewings.
How did I keep it nice and fresh in this heat?
I go around the house topless until it's time to go somewhere. Then, everywhere I went, there was air conditioning, so the shirt stayed nice. As soon as I got home, off it went!
I know, you're probably thinking "too much information"!
I'm just stating an observation I have made during my life AD.
I should also mention that I call this my "yes, I'm a wench" top. It's rather flattering for a big-busted gal like myself, if you catch my drift.
So, maybe, just maybe, it's the exposed cleavage that distracts folks from any possible funky smells.
(smile)
Thursday, August 21, 2014
all of me, body and soul
The alliteration
certainly was
a drawing factor,
but I came
to hear
Lady Day sing the blues.
I hadn't realized
I would be transported
to a speakeasy
when I stepped through the church doors.
All that was needed
to make the transition complete
would have been
the clinking of glasses
and the billows
of cigar and cigarette smoke.
A little time travel is to be expected at a church built in 1848. The old-fashioned microphone stand contributed to the illusion, as did the onstage quartet accompanying the singer. Such a fabulous singer she was, too, capturing the heart and the ache of the songs written by, and for, the incredible Billie Holiday.
The Southern Holiday Jazz Band was formed by songstress Jane Ogle for the express purpose of performing Lady Day's songs. But that's not all there is to the show. The audience is treated to the story of Billie Holiday, warts and all, with her songs enhancing that tale and bringing the woman back to life before our eyes and ears.
If you get the opportunity, definitely go.
It'll be one of the best shows you'll ever see.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
if i only had the nerve
Oh
my
sweet
God!!!
Is that not delicious???
The man from PA (no, not the same as "The Man From U.N.C.L.E."), had posted the picture on his fb page.
I immediately stole it!
I am quite taken with the haircut.
What an awesome way to have a pet! Though, of course, if the furry beast was on my head, it would certainly be multi-hued, with silver shining throughout.
That said, I might opt to not have a real type of creature as a head-pet.
No, I just might have to choose some type of monster.
You know... like Sulley.
I already have such a keen attraction to him and very nearly had him in my life a few years ago.
(smile)
My thanks to one of my favorite films, "The Wizard of Oz", for today's title. Specifically, my thanks to Bert Lahr's completely cuddly Cowardly Lion.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
you gotta keep 'em separated
I took this photograph the last time I washed clothes.
That was the day I left for the AXE Conclave in Virginia.
Sheesh... that was on July 25th!
No wonder I'm running out of underwear!
Yes, only now is it starting to get dicey for me in that department.
Go ahead, I'll wait while you do a quick calculation.
26 days and counting...
Either Thursday or Friday, I really must venture out in the heat to Wash Plus and rejuvenate my panties!
The other clothes could use a good washing, too.
Especially the bras.
Oh, my!
"The Laundry Prayer
God grant me the serenity to accept the stains I cannot get out,
the courage to bleach the ones I can,
And the wisdom to remove that one red sock from the load of whites."
Makes you almost want to sing it, doesn't it!
Instead, I recommend you sing along with Freeze Ray, one of my favorite laundry-day tunes.
You might enjoy this Weird Al Yankovic mockery, too. He is such a hoot!
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