Greetings from LaGuardia airport! I finally signed up for boingo internet service so I can use my netbook from airports that don't have free wi-fi.
DR Jose,
I could have taken the blue line in, but I wasn't familiar enough with where it ends, how easy it would be to get a cab there etc. So since it was sort of raining, I was pulling a suitcase and had a heavy backpack, I decided to just take the cab.
I hope this link takes you to today's 9 Chickweed Lane, which is very funny and has "Cranberries" as part of the punchline.
http://www.gocomics.com/9chickweedlane?ref=comics
So, cranberries.
DRs Jose and Cillaliz--do you want to meet up before the show?
DRs Jose and Cillaliz--do you want to meet up before the show?
I am not feeling so well today, nothing to complain about....except I won't be working.....
DR Elmore, the funny thing was the halls here are sort of a maze, and as I wandered around I realized that I had to turn at the fire escape sign to get to my room. It's a narrow little hallway with just 2 rooms by the fire escape. All I could think of was MBarnum on your fire escape. It's a very nice room and is quiet, but I laugh every time I turn down the hallway to get hereIs it breezy?
It's a glorious Friday!
And the word of the day is: QUISLE!
Freitag afternoon greetings! We are crusing the Mosel River today after a visit to foggy Cochem and the spectacular Reichburg (Imperial Castle). Richard and I are relaxing in our cabin, enjoying not being talked at. We're due to dock in Zell in about 3 hours. There we'll have an onboard wine tasting in the company of the Mayor of Zell and the Wine Queen.
Hello from the Windy City! I just checked into my hotel. I decided to try the "blue line." Well, actually it was the blue line and then the red line. It took about 1 1/4 hours. And if there was an elevator or escalator at the Grand Street station, I didn't see it. So I had to trudge up the stairs carrying my large suitcase, plus a carryon. Not sure if I'll go back to the airport the same way!Have fun!
My office is infested with fruit flies!
Yeah! Arrangements to meet for dinner are made. See ya all later....
I also thought of DR Elmore as I found my room. You go down the hall and turn at the sign marked "Fire Escape" lol.
Then I went to Millenium Park to see the bean.
Yippee!! My new TV arrived today. It's a 3D set. I know not everyone likes 3D but I've been a fan ever since I first saw 3D films back in the '50s and modern 3D is vastly better than that. I've got to wait now for a prospective buyer to purchase my old set which I can then remove from the wall before putting the new one up.
My office is infested with fruit flies!
Freitag afternoon greetings! We are crusing the Mosel River today after a visit to foggy Cochem and the spectacular Reichburg (Imperial Castle). Richard and I are relaxing in our cabin, enjoying not being talked at. We're due to dock in Zell in about 3 hours. There we'll have an onboard wine tasting in the company of the Mayor of Zell and the Wine Queen.
My Wife And I Were on The AMALYRA Sailing Up The Danube Two Years Ago'We Had A Great Time. A Blast! Enjoy The Rest Of Your Trip.
My mom asked me how the meeting was going....oops.
People can really be raging a**holes at times, if I do say so myself. And I do.
People can really be raging a**holes at times, if I do say so myself. And I do.
Is this comment in reference to Mr. G, whom you advised another poster against speaking with?
He didn't believe it was mono? Has he HEARD it?
People can really be raging a**holes at times, if I do say so myself. And I do.
People can really be raging a**holes at times, if I do say so myself. And I do.
I cannot disagree with this.
Melody's mom sent me an e-mail this morning. They're agent shopping and Melody needs a one-minute dramatic and comedy monologue. They found the drama, but couldn't find anything remotely funny that a thirteen year old could do. I told her I'd think about it - and I couldn't think of anything either. On my jog, I got an idea, and when I got back I wrote her a monologue. I sent it to them without telling them it was me. They loved it and wanted to know what it was from so they could read the play. I 'fessed up that I'd written it just for her. And her mother said, "That's why it's perfect for her." Here it is:
Molly: Can I tell you about my mother? I need to tell you about my mother. Please, let me tell you about my mother. Okay, I’m telling you about my mother. She’s crazy. She’s thirty-eight years old. She’s having some kind of mid-life whatever. She wants to be my age, she wants to be thirteen. She wants to be best friends and do what I do and hang out with me all the time. I told her I have lots of friends my age, that I need her to be an adult. She took away my cell phone for using the “A” word. She wants to have sleepovers. I told her, mother we live in the same house, we have sleepovers every night. That’s not good enough. She wants to sleep in my room and stay up late and act stupid. She wants me to call her Eileen. Who wants to call their mother Eileen? First of all, her name is Dorothy. But she saw some old movie on cable, My Sister Eileen, and now she wants to be Eileen. She does that all the time. Last week she saw The Sound Of Music and wanted me to call her Leisl. She kept on singing I am sixteen going on seventeen – I sang back, you are sixteen going on thirty-eight – she took away my cell phone for being an ungrateful daughter. Yesterday she came into my room to show me her new thong. Can I just tell you that the one thing a thirteen year old never needs to see ever is their mother wearing a thong? Fail. I just want my mother back. I want thirty-eight to be the new thirty-eight not the new thirteen.
Melody's mom sent me an e-mail this morning. They're agent shopping and Melody needs a one-minute dramatic and comedy monologue. They found the drama, but couldn't find anything remotely funny that a thirteen year old could do. I told her I'd think about it - and I couldn't think of anything either. On my jog, I got an idea, and when I got back I wrote her a monologue. I sent it to them without telling them it was me. They loved it and wanted to know what it was from so they could read the play. I 'fessed up that I'd written it just for her. And her mother said, "That's why it's perfect for her." Here it is:
Molly: Can I tell you about my mother? I need to tell you about my mother. Please, let me tell you about my mother. Okay, I’m telling you about my mother. She’s crazy. She’s thirty-eight years old. She’s having some kind of mid-life whatever. She wants to be my age, she wants to be thirteen. She wants to be best friends and do what I do and hang out with me all the time. I told her I have lots of friends my age, that I need her to be an adult. She took away my cell phone for using the “A” word. She wants to have sleepovers. I told her, mother we live in the same house, we have sleepovers every night. That’s not good enough. She wants to sleep in my room and stay up late and act stupid. She wants me to call her Eileen. Who wants to call their mother Eileen? First of all, her name is Dorothy. But she saw some old movie on cable, My Sister Eileen, and now she wants to be Eileen. She does that all the time. Last week she saw The Sound Of Music and wanted me to call her Leisl. She kept on singing I am sixteen going on seventeen – I sang back, you are sixteen going on thirty-eight – she took away my cell phone for being an ungrateful daughter. Yesterday she came into my room to show me her new thong. Can I just tell you that the one thing a thirteen year old never needs to see ever is their mother wearing a thong? Fail. I just want my mother back. I want thirty-eight to be the new thirty-eight not the new thirteen.
Who the FRELL is Mr. G?
My office is infested with fruit flies!
Freitag afternoon greetings! We are crusing the Mosel River today after a visit to foggy Cochem and the spectacular Reichburg (Imperial Castle). Richard and I are relaxing in our cabin, enjoying not being talked at. We're due to dock in Zell in about 3 hours. There we'll have an onboard wine tasting in the company of the Mayor of Zell and the Wine Queen.
My Wife And I Were on The AMALYRA Sailing Up The Danube Two Years Ago'We Had A Great Time. A Blast! Enjoy The Rest Of Your Trip.
Then I went to Millenium Park to see the bean. Then I walked back to the John Hancock building and went to the observatory for a sandwich and a beautiful view and now I'm resting a bit before meeting up with Jose and Kevin. Looking forward to a nice evening with the HHW guys
Freitag afternoon greetings! We are crusing the Mosel River today after a visit to foggy Cochem and the spectacular Reichburg (Imperial Castle). Richard and I are relaxing in our cabin, enjoying not being talked at. We're due to dock in Zell in about 3 hours. There we'll have an onboard wine tasting in the company of the Mayor of Zell and the Wine Queen.
My Wife And I Were on The AMALYRA Sailing Up The Danube Two Years Ago'We Had A Great Time. A Blast! Enjoy The Rest Of Your Trip.
One day I would like to take a river cruise.
Melody's mom sent me an e-mail this morning. They're agent shopping and Melody needs a one-minute dramatic and comedy monologue. They found the drama, but couldn't find anything remotely funny that a thirteen year old could do. I told her I'd think about it - and I couldn't think of anything either. On my jog, I got an idea, and when I got back I wrote her a monologue. I sent it to them without telling them it was me. They loved it and wanted to know what it was from so they could read the play. I 'fessed up that I'd written it just for her. And her mother said, "That's why it's perfect for her." Here it is:
Molly: Can I tell you about my mother? I need to tell you about my mother. Please, let me tell you about my mother. Okay, I’m telling you about my mother. She’s crazy. She’s thirty-eight years old. She’s having some kind of mid-life whatever. She wants to be my age, she wants to be thirteen. She wants to be best friends and do what I do and hang out with me all the time. I told her I have lots of friends my age, that I need her to be an adult. She took away my cell phone for using the “A” word. She wants to have sleepovers. I told her, mother we live in the same house, we have sleepovers every night. That’s not good enough. She wants to sleep in my room and stay up late and act stupid. She wants me to call her Eileen. Who wants to call their mother Eileen? First of all, her name is Dorothy. But she saw some old movie on cable, My Sister Eileen, and now she wants to be Eileen. She does that all the time. Last week she saw The Sound Of Music and wanted me to call her Leisl. She kept on singing I am sixteen going on seventeen – I sang back, you are sixteen going on thirty-eight – she took away my cell phone for being an ungrateful daughter. Yesterday she came into my room to show me her new thong. Can I just tell you that the one thing a thirteen year old never needs to see ever is their mother wearing a thong? Fail. I just want my mother back. I want thirty-eight to be the new thirty-eight not the new thirteen.
Who the FRELL is Mr. G?
Freitag afternoon greetings! We are crusing the Mosel River today after a visit to foggy Cochem and the spectacular Reichburg (Imperial Castle). Richard and I are relaxing in our cabin, enjoying not being talked at. We're due to dock in Zell in about 3 hours. There we'll have an onboard wine tasting in the company of the Mayor of Zell and the Wine Queen.
My Wife And I Were on The AMALYRA Sailing Up The Danube Two Years Ago'We Had A Great Time. A Blast! Enjoy The Rest Of Your Trip.
Here is a very distinguished gentleman, with a lovely female companion, and another couple.(http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u271/actr2000/Arnold.jpg)
It is amazing who you will discover on the internet!
Freitag afternoon greetings! We are crusing the Mosel River today after a visit to foggy Cochem and the spectacular Reichburg (Imperial Castle). Richard and I are relaxing in our cabin, enjoying not being talked at. We're due to dock in Zell in about 3 hours. There we'll have an onboard wine tasting in the company of the Mayor of Zell and the Wine Queen.
My Wife And I Were on The AMALYRA Sailing Up The Danube Two Years Ago'We Had A Great Time. A Blast! Enjoy The Rest Of Your Trip.
Here is a very distinguished gentleman, with a lovely female companion, and another couple.
It is amazing who you will discover on the internet!
It's MONO I tell you! It's MONO! (talking sound, not health) ;)
Freitag afternoon greetings! We are crusing the Mosel River today after a visit to foggy Cochem and the spectacular Reichburg (Imperial Castle). Richard and I are relaxing in our cabin, enjoying not being talked at. We're due to dock in Zell in about 3 hours. There we'll have an onboard wine tasting in the company of the Mayor of Zell and the Wine Queen.
My Wife And I Were on The AMALYRA Sailing Up The Danube Two Years Ago'We Had A Great Time. A Blast! Enjoy The Rest Of Your Trip.
One day I would like to take a river cruise.
You could cruise the Columbia.
I just dropped a full glass of cranberry juice in the hallway when my legs gave out. I need a Warning Label on my tee-shirt.
It's MONO I tell you! It's MONO! (talking sound, not health) ;)
Please provide your technical expertise credentials before you make such an assertion.
It's MONO I tell you! It's MONO! (talking sound, not health) ;)
Please provide your technical expertise credentials before you make such an assertion.
I have ears.
Where is everybody tonight?
Melody's mom sent me an e-mail this morning. They're agent shopping and Melody needs a one-minute dramatic and comedy monologue. They found the drama, but couldn't find anything remotely funny that a thirteen year old could do. I told her I'd think about it - and I couldn't think of anything either. On my jog, I got an idea, and when I got back I wrote her a monologue. I sent it to them without telling them it was me. They loved it and wanted to know what it was from so they could read the play. I 'fessed up that I'd written it just for her. And her mother said, "That's why it's perfect for her." Here it is:
Molly: Can I tell you about my mother? I need to tell you about my mother. Please, let me tell you about my mother. Okay, I’m telling you about my mother. She’s crazy. She’s thirty-eight years old. She’s having some kind of mid-life whatever. She wants to be my age, she wants to be thirteen. She wants to be best friends and do what I do and hang out with me all the time. I told her I have lots of friends my age, that I need her to be an adult. She took away my cell phone for using the “A” word. She wants to have sleepovers. I told her, mother we live in the same house, we have sleepovers every night. That’s not good enough. She wants to sleep in my room and stay up late and act stupid. She wants me to call her Eileen. Who wants to call their mother Eileen? First of all, her name is Dorothy. But she saw some old movie on cable, My Sister Eileen, and now she wants to be Eileen. She does that all the time. Last week she saw The Sound Of Music and wanted me to call her Leisl. She kept on singing I am sixteen going on seventeen – I sang back, you are sixteen going on thirty-eight – she took away my cell phone for being an ungrateful daughter. Yesterday she came into my room to show me her new thong. Can I just tell you that the one thing a thirteen year old never needs to see ever is their mother wearing a thong? Fail. I just want my mother back. I want thirty-eight to be the new thirty-eight not the new thirteen.
I'm back from the Austin Film Festival roundtable.
I enjoyed myself; met some nice people.
Yippee!! My new TV arrived today. It's a 3D set. I know not everyone likes 3D but I've been a fan ever since I first saw 3D films back in the '50s and modern 3D is vastly better than that. I've got to wait now for a prospective buyer to purchase my old set which I can then remove from the wall before putting the new one up.
Good evening! Hi Keving H....Jose will be calling you any minute now
My mom asked me how the meeting was going....oops.
;D
I wish I were there with you, Jose & Kevin.
Who the FRELL is Mr. G?
Energy and health vibes for JRand. My allergies are putting in a kinda puny mood today, too, so I can understand where you're coming from.
Melody's mom sent me an e-mail this morning. They're agent shopping and Melody needs a one-minute dramatic and comedy monologue. They found the drama, but couldn't find anything remotely funny that a thirteen year old could do. I told her I'd think about it - and I couldn't think of anything either. On my jog, I got an idea, and when I got back I wrote her a monologue. I sent it to them without telling them it was me. They loved it and wanted to know what it was from so they could read the play. I 'fessed up that I'd written it just for her. And her mother said, "That's why it's perfect for her." Here it is:
Molly: Can I tell you about my mother? I need to tell you about my mother. Please, let me tell you about my mother. Okay, I’m telling you about my mother. She’s crazy. She’s thirty-eight years old. She’s having some kind of mid-life whatever. She wants to be my age, she wants to be thirteen. She wants to be best friends and do what I do and hang out with me all the time. I told her I have lots of friends my age, that I need her to be an adult. She took away my cell phone for using the “A” word. She wants to have sleepovers. I told her, mother we live in the same house, we have sleepovers every night. That’s not good enough. She wants to sleep in my room and stay up late and act stupid. She wants me to call her Eileen. Who wants to call their mother Eileen? First of all, her name is Dorothy. But she saw some old movie on cable, My Sister Eileen, and now she wants to be Eileen. She does that all the time. Last week she saw The Sound Of Music and wanted me to call her Leisl. She kept on singing I am sixteen going on seventeen – I sang back, you are sixteen going on thirty-eight – she took away my cell phone for being an ungrateful daughter. Yesterday she came into my room to show me her new thong. Can I just tell you that the one thing a thirteen year old never needs to see ever is their mother wearing a thong? Fail. I just want my mother back. I want thirty-eight to be the new thirty-eight not the new thirteen.
bk - That's a good monologue. However... Be sure she keeps looking for something from the "standard canon" as it were. Some agents, directors, etc. have an aversion to "specialty material" - especially if it's not excerpted from a longer work. There are a bunch of anthologies and listings. It will be worth the effort for her to find some more companion pieces.