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Well, you've read the notes, the notes were an hour behind, and now it is time for you to post until the cows come home - they're currently looking for the hands of time after having found the feet of time.
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And the word of the day is: MULLIGRUBS!
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
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Haven't gotten used to the new time yet, so I'm awake early - for me, anyway.
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Can you hear me? I don't have my microphone on.
Donna McKechnie AND Carol Lawrence? That's like cake AND ice cream! If nothing else, I hope they got to wear some nice clothes.
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
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And the word of the day is: MULLIGRUBS!
And The Song Of The Day Is: I WANT IT NOW
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"
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It is still cold in Montreal......
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Did anyone hear about the two radio disc jockeys from Montreal who PUNKED Sarah Palin.
"on 01 november 2008, a couple of canadian disk jockeys, sébastien trudel and marc-antoine audette who call themselves the 'masked avengers' on montreal's ckoi-fm 96.9, prank called 2008 republican vice-presidential nominee sarah palin.
in the call they pretended to be french president nicholas sarkozy."
Didn't she remember that on his recent trip to the USA that is was announced that he didn't speak English"
Here is the Punk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6QpnaypCe4 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6QpnaypCe4)
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And it is still cold in Montreal.
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Very cold
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From someone who is used to Florida weather
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I am making up for some lost time with these posts
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In case I didn't mention it.........
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It is cold in Montreal
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Hello Elmoore
I hope all is well with you
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Good morning, all! I've got a few hours at Toyland and then a trip to physical therapy. After that, it's back to Frank Losser. My gal is to get through most of Act one by the beginning of next week.
Last night I began watching the BBC series CRANFORD based on Elizabeth Gaskell's novels and it's quite wonderful with some great actresses - Eileen Atkins, Judi Dench, Francesca Annis, Imelda Staunton, Julia McKenzie, Julia Sawalha - giving amazing performances. I think it's quite wonderful and the 1842 costumes and sets are glorious. A lot of the plot seems to settle on the conflict of village life as it always has been and the encroaching modern world, rather like FIDDLER ON THE ROOF without the pogroms. I liked Francesca Annis' haughty Lady Ludlow and her refusal to employ as servants girls who were able to read or write since they should be kept in their station and the conflict with the older and younger doctors on the theories of bone setting and amputation.
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Is it cold there, Michael?
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Anyone heard how the weather is in Montreal?
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Very chilly, Montreal.
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Very chilly, Montreal.
Sounds like a Rodgers & Hart tune.
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"
Sherwood sighed wearily. It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell. Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other. And both having died in such bizarre circumstances.
As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...
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And the word of the day is: MULLIGRUBS!
Ah, yes, the early Dr. Seuss classic, And To Think That I Saw That D*mn Cr*p on MULLIGRUBS Street!
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Good Morning!
I'm up, I'm up... And I wished we had had an extra hour last night too. ;)
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"
Sherwood sighed wearily. It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell. Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other. And both having died in such bizarre circumstances.
As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...
...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again. Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch. He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response. But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...
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And now it is time for me to head on down to midtown to meet up with some friends for breakfast, and then I'm back at the R-G this afternoon for a couple of hours of work for The Mouse.
Laters...
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BK,
I'm surprised that you didn't like L.A. CONFIDENTIAL the first time that you saw it.
Personally, I think that it is the best movie to come out of Hollywood in the last 20 years.
I just watched the new SE DVD about a month ago and I enjoyed it as much as I did the first time.
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My being a Whovian is beginning to reap a few rewards.
I am guilty guilty guilty of having loaned our Doctor Who DVDs to Jeff, a very nice fellow who works in the deli at the store. What Jeff had originally wanted was to borrow our Torchwood DVDs, because he thinks John Barrowman is hot, but I insisted that Jeff would appreciate Torchwood more if he watched the first two seasons of Doctor Who first, in order to get the show's context right.
I have, of course, made a convert. Jeff now loves loves loves Doctor Who (and thinks Torchwood isn't quite as good).
Which brings us to the rewards.
Jeff has started loaning us discs. Specifically, he's loaned us his copy of a film by Julie Taymor, Across the Universe. The film didn't do too well at the box office, and I had my doubts - one more film using Beatles songs for the jukebox score, with all the names of course springing from names used in Beatles songs, and a story about the revolutionary '60s? Hasn't this been done before? No, Jeff said, give it a try.
So we did.
And it proved to be a lot better than my expectations had allowed. It is visually stunning, which I had expected (this is a Taymor film, after all). What I hadn't expected were well-drawn characters who had at least a couple of toes planted in reality. Nor had I expected Taymor to say "Bullshit" to some of the left-wing ideology that permeated the 60s - instead, she took the song "Revolution" to heart and followed a more moderate path.
We also discovered something I hadn't realized about der Brucer and myself - I'm far more aware of the Beatles ouvre than he is. "What's that song, I've never heard it before?" was something he said more than twice. And there were spoken quotes, like "She came in through the bathroom window," that had me howling with laughter but just got a blank look from him.
We may have to invest in a few Beetles albums, just to get him up to speed.
Anyway, back to the film. Is it perfect? No. But it's far better than Hairspray, far more intelligent and respectful of the intelligence of it's audience.
Maybe that's why it didn't do too well at the box office. Respect just doesn't get the respect it used to get nowadays.
(I'm thinking of insisting that Jeff, who doesn't like Shakespeare, give Branaugh's Hamlet a try.)
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"Don't wish for something too much. You may get it."
I'm not sure who said that, but perhaps we all should keep that in mind tomorrow when we vote.
And, that is the most political statement you're ever going to get from me on this board.
:)
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Monday morning greetings! After today, I will have only 30 more workdays. Think I'll start a countdown of some sort.
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"
Sherwood sighed wearily. It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell. Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other. And both having died in such bizarre circumstances.
As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...
...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again. Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch. He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response. But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...
...the sound of heavy breathing. "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again." A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed. The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...
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SR SWW - I might suggest Branagh's HENRY V instead of HAMLET.....but there you are.
I am reminded of HENRY V because of your post - and as I wrote last night, I heard Patrick Doyle's score being played over the television promo of the new Baz Lhurman movie AUSTRALIA.
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Der B is back in his room, reading Defying Gravity, or at least skimming it while waiting for some unsuspecting bird or squirrel to come within range of his camera. Buster, Bonnie and Mikey have clustered themselves around him, lazily attentive. Fletcher, meanwhile, has flopped himself on my bed, where there is more room.
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Alas and alack, we have Henry V on laserdisc, not on DVD. I don't know if Jeff has a laserdisc player. I suppose we could loan him ours, but lugging the player back and forth from work would be a hassle, and since Jeff works back in the deli I wouldn't put it past one of his co-workers to try using it as a new slicer and gum up the works with some gouda.
Jeff does have a full print-out of our DVD collection, however, which der B was kind enough to compile on our recalcitrant printer.
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Ahh.....well if he likes HAMLET....he can find HENRY V on his own.
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Good morning!
It's overcast this morning though the rain possibility percentages are low today and tomorrow. Cool, but not nearly as cold outside as it's been the last couple of weeks.
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I have found another list!
Yes, I have found a list over at Rotten Tomatoes, this time covering what they are calling the top 50 animated films.
Their criteria is based on the reviews the films have received, with some adjustment according to the number of reviews received as well.
In any case, for your enjoyment, here is their list:
1 Toy Story 2
2 Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
3 Pinocchio
4 Toy Story
5 WALL-E
6 Finding Nemo
7 Fantasia
8 Chicken Run
9 Who Framed Roger Rabbit
10 The Nightmare Before Christmas
11 The Incredibles
12 101 Dalmatians
13 Spirited Away
14 The Iron Giant
15 Dumbo
16 Ratatouille
17 Persepolis
18 Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit
19 James and the Giant Peach
20 Monsters, Inc.
21 Antz
22 Yellow Submarine
23 The Triplets of Belleville
24 Beauty and the Beast
25 Princess Mononoke
26 The Lion King
27 Aladdin
28 The Simpsons
29 A Bug's Life
30 Shrek
31 Kung Fu Panda
32 Shrek 2
33 Bambi
34 The Little Mermaid
35 Akira
36 The Jungle Book
37 Tarzan
38 Lady and the Tramp
39 Mulan
40 Cinderella
41 Howl's Moving Castle
42 Lilo & Stitch
43 The Emperor's New Grove
44 Tim Burton's Corpse Bride
45 Sleeping Beauty
46 Fantasia 2000
47 Paprika
48 The Rescuers
49 Watership Down
50 South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut
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Ahh.....well if he likes HAMLET....he can find HENRY V on his own.
And MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING is also sterling!
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I'll be working on SABRINA today. The new comedy TROPIC THUNDER was just delivered by UPS this morning, but I'll wait until tomorrow to tackle it. It comes out on the 18th of the month. SABRINA comes out next Tuesday (the 11th).
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Personally, I've never even heard of #47, Paprika.
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On TV Tonight!™
ABC - DANCING WITH THE STARS, SAMANTHA WHO?, BOSTON LEGAL
CBS - comedies, CSI: MIAMI
NBC - DEAL OR NO DEAL, SNL Presidental Sketch Special
FOX - SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES, PRISON BREAK
CW - GOSSIP GIRL, ONE TREE HILL
and for DR TCB: ESPN - Monday Night Football
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I went to pull up the last episode of MAD MEN on HD On Demand only to find it wasn't there! I hope it will be added back. Otherwise, I have yet to see the season finale of the show! :(
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Ahh.....well if he likes HAMLET....he can find HENRY V on his own.
And MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING is also sterling!
Oh, I agree. And, again, we have it on laserdisc, not on DVD. Go figure.
(All the men from Don Pedro's regiment bathing and splashing about during the opening credits, but with the Prince of Arragon himself, Denzel Washington, noticably absent. What was that about, Denzel perhaps thinking that a Prince would never sweat, or what?)
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I have three (count 'em ) three 14-disc A&E boxed sets to wade through, review-wise. Thankfully I've already seen some of the contents of each, but it's still quite daunting. I also have a stack of single discs to watch. Methinks there might be a new list of JMK DVDs here soon. ;)
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The Hands of Time is, of course, a Michel Legrand/Alan & Marilyn Bergman reference.
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I received a Bollywood ETC care package from DR MBARNUM today....so I will have lots of entertainment over the course of the week!
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I think I have seen ten of the movies on SWoody's list. A long time ago, when my children were very small.
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I think of buttered spumoni all the livelong day!
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"
Sherwood sighed wearily. It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell. Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other. And both having died in such bizarre circumstances.
As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...
...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again. Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch. He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response. But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...
...the sound of heavy breathing. "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again." A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed. The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...
a gurney that some incompetent intern had left by the elevator. Those damn interns, they were the bane of his existence. The new crop was especially bad. But he didn't have time to deal with it now - he had a murder on his hands, a heartless murder - literally. He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and went to his office. "Good morning," he said to his trusted secretary, Miss Mervyn. "Doctor, there's someone waiting to see you - it's...
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Heading down to get cleaned up for my lunch out with best friend John.
WBBL.
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I really wanted to sleep a little later, but, as you can see, I did not.
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"
Sherwood sighed wearily. It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell. Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other. And both having died in such bizarre circumstances.
As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...
...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again. Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch. He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response. But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...
...the sound of heavy breathing. "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again." A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed. The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...
a gurney that some incompetent intern had left by the elevator. Those damn interns, they were the bane of his existence. The new crop was especially bad. But he didn't have time to deal with it now - he had a murder on his hands, a heartless murder - literally. He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and went to his office. "Good morning," he said to his trusted secretary, Miss Mervyn. "Doctor, there's someone waiting to see you - it's...
Pansy Ferrell." Pansy was of course Tansy's transexual sister (formerly her brother, Buck). What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered?
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Dr. Sherwood, who was seventy-eight and still the best damned brain surgeon at County General Hospital, spit out the bite of meat loaf he’d just eaten, saying, "Soy Sauce! Who put Soy Sauce in the meat loaf?" Dr. Sherwood had spent many hours that day operating on a young lawyer who had an aneurism. The poor man was having daily spells in which he had visions of dancing dildos - most unseemly. Tomorrow was to be a very busy day - he was scheduled to operate on…..
der Brucer
....Tansy Ferrell, the daughter of the president of the hospital board of directors. Tansy had received a heart transplant from her twin sister who had been killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident. Dr. Sherwood was contemplating changing his scrubs when a voice on the intercom said: ,,,
"Scrub the operation. Tansy Ferrell has been found dead. In fact she has been murdered. Her heart has been removed. But the strange thing about it is there is no incision. They don't know how the heart was removed......"
Sherwood sighed wearily. It saddened him to lose a patient, but he was also now saddled with the responsibility of breaking the tragic news to Tansy's father, Augustin Ferrell. Ferrell was already heartbroken over the loss of his other daughter, but now will have to face the death of the other. And both having died in such bizarre circumstances.
As he pushed his wheelchair away from the cafeteria table, Sherwood prayed to God that Augustin would not find out about...
...the fact that over the past few months, he had started feeling some "feelings" in his legs again. Possibly a tingle, maybe just an involuntary twitch. He had already written to a specialist in Switzerland he had read about in some journal he found in the waiting room, but was still awaiting some sort of response. But then as he finally pushed himself away from the table, and had turned himself around to wheel himself towards the elevator, over the hospital's paging system he heard...
...the sound of heavy breathing. "Dang it," Sherwood muttered to himself, "Nurses Houlihan and Ratchett are teasing some poor intern again." A wave of nostalgia came over him as he remembered the hazing he himself had gone through at the hands of a certain Nurse Nightingale, and wonderfully adept hands they had been indeed. The memory blurred his vision momentarily, and it was only with a alarmed voice crying "Hey, watch it!" that he realized that he'd run directly into the legs of...
a gurney that some incompetent intern had left by the elevator. Those damn interns, they were the bane of his existence. The new crop was especially bad. But he didn't have time to deal with it now - he had a murder on his hands, a heartless murder - literally. He took the elevator up to the sixth floor and went to his office. "Good morning," he said to his trusted secretary, Miss Mervyn. "Doctor, there's someone waiting to see you - it's...
...Nurse Nightingale."
"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office. "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"
"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.
"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency." Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains.
"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked. Dang, she was still quick! "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor. I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest." And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...
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Hmmm, contradictory and simultaneously written twists in the tale! Further evidence of the multiverse, no doubt!
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Pansy bitchslaps Nurse Nightingale, cosmically speaking of course.
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According to the timecode, Pansy made it seven minutes before the Nurse (so to speak).
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Yes, let's continue with the Pansy story - perhaps S. Woody can edit his post and pick up from there.
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...Nurse Nightingale."
"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office. "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"
"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.
"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency." Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains.
"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked. Dang, she was still quick! "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor. You already know your other guest, Pansy Ferrell."
Doctor Sherwood looked glanced to the corner of the room. There, indeed, stood Pansy Ferrell, the surviving transexual sister of Tansy Ferrell, (formerly her brother, Buck). What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered? "Ah, yes, Miss Ferrell, I'd have spotted those football-shoulderpad shoulders anywhere. Good to see you again!"
"Good to see you, as well, Doctor, although I wish the circumstances were better," Pansy replied in a voice that would always remind Sherwood of Sam Elliot selling Dodge Trucks or beef or something of that ilk.
"I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest." And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...
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Ah, yes, when universes collide! ;D
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Oh, it was sort of like those "Choose your own ending" books!
I'm loving this story and wish I were creative enough to contribute.
Off to a meeting - bye for now.
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E&T DR Rodzinski's latest here (http://www.playbill.com/celebritybuzz/article/122941.html)...
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...Nurse Nightingale."
"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office. "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"
"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.
"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency." Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains.
"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked. Dang, she was still quick! "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor. You already know your other guest, Pansy Ferrell."
Doctor Sherwood looked glanced to the corner of the room. There, indeed, stood Pansy Ferrell, the surviving transexual sister of Tansy Ferrell, (formerly her brother, Buck). What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered? "Ah, yes, Miss Ferrell, I'd have spotted those football-shoulderpad shoulders anywhere. Good to see you again!"
"Good to see you, as well, Doctor, although I wish the circumstances were better," Pansy replied in a voice that would always remind Sherwood of Sam Elliot selling Dodge Trucks or beef or something of that ilk.
"I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest." And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...
...a large fuchsia colored dildo. But knowing Nurse Florida Nightingale as well as he did, Dr. Sherwood exhibited little in the way of surprise.
"Wipe that ennui off your face, Dr. Strangelove. This is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill plaything. Watch this..."
Nurse Florida Nightingale stood the dildo on its base on a nearby table. As soon as she did, the rubbery member began to pulsate with life. It started to bob from side to side. And then it shimmied. And soon it was dancing its way about the table top to an unheard rhumba.
"Yessssss, doctor," Nurse Florida Nightingale purred, her eyes gleeming with delight. "It's a dancing dildo!"
Sherwood was suddenly erect (and not in the way you are probably immediately thinking, dear reader!) His brain was now abuzz with the young lawyer he had just operated on this morning.
He quickly spun his chair about and sped down the hallway to the young lawyer's room. He burst through the door and to his surprise he found...
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Just got the news that Dr. Teaford (who Jane will probably remember), my high school choir teacher, passed away on Halloween night - peacefully, in his sleep. He was in his mid-eighties and was still a dynamo, having monthly music concerts at his home. For those who've read Kritzer Time, he's all over that book, as Dr. Teesdale. I went to one of his musical soirees about six years ago and it was lovely and he was very gracious. He read the first Kritzer book and loved it.
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The "new truth" (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/02/sports/playmagazine/112pewarm.html?em) about stretching before exercising.
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...Nurse Nightingale."
"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office. "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"
"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.
"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency." Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains.
"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked. Dang, she was still quick! "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor. You already know your other guest, Pansy Ferrell."
Doctor Sherwood looked glanced to the corner of the room. There, indeed, stood Pansy Ferrell, the surviving transexual sister of Tansy Ferrell, (formerly her brother, Buck). What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered? "Ah, yes, Miss Ferrell, I'd have spotted those football-shoulderpad shoulders anywhere. Good to see you again!"
"Good to see you, as well, Doctor, although I wish the circumstances were better," Pansy replied in a voice that would always remind Sherwood of Sam Elliot selling Dodge Trucks or beef or something of that ilk.
"I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest." And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...
...a large fuchsia colored dildo. But knowing Nurse Florida Nightingale as well as he did, Dr. Sherwood exhibited little in the way of surprise.
"Wipe that ennui off your face, Dr. Strangelove. This is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill plaything. Watch this..."
Nurse Florida Nightingale stood the dildo on its base on a nearby table. As soon as she did, the rubbery member began to pulsate with life. It started to bob from side to side. And then it shimmied. And soon it was dancing its way about the table top to an unheard rhumba.
"Yessssss, doctor," Nurse Florida Nightingale purred, her eyes gleeming with delight. "It's a dancing dildo!"
Sherwood was suddenly erect (and not in the way you are probably immediately thinking, dear reader!) His brain was now abuzz with the young lawyer he had just operated on this morning.
He quickly spun his chair about and sped down the hallway to the young lawyer's room. He burst through the door and to his surprise he found...
An accupuncturist, hovering over the still unconcious young lawyer, his left hand armed with a fistfull of needles. "Stop! What are you doing?" Sherwood cried. "And, while we're at it, who are you?"
"I am this young lawyer's accupunturist, isn't that obvious? My name is Jimmy Shoe, and I am here to help him communicate while he recovers from the surgery I personally didn't approve. With my assistance, he will be able to send us messages telepathically."
Nurse Florida Nightingale and Pansy Farrell ran into the room, Nurse Nightingale first because she was wearing sensible flats and would have had more practice running in heels anyways. "Is that a dancing dildo in your hands?" Jimmy Shoe's eyes widened noticeably.
"Why, yes!" Nurse Florida Nightingale breathed excitedly.
"Quickly, give it to me!" the accupuncturist requested.
"Well, I usually wait until the second date, or at least the second cocktail, but if you insist..." The nurse handed the dildo to the accupuncturist, who set it upright on the still unconcious young lawyer's side table. Almost immediately, the dildo began to dance to an exciting new rhythm.
"I recognize that rhythm!" exclaimed Pansy. "That's Morse Code! Give me a moment, I think I can translate. Yes! Yes! I know what it's saying!"
"What?" Dr. Sherwood, Nurse Florida Nightingale and Jimmy Shoe asked in unison.
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trying a test of sorts
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wow it worked
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I can say no more at this time other than I've been very lazy this morning and now it is time for me to get off my ASS and do the long jog.
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...Nurse Nightingale."
"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office. "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"
"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.
"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency." Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains.
"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked. Dang, she was still quick! "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor. You already know your other guest, Pansy Ferrell."
Doctor Sherwood looked glanced to the corner of the room. There, indeed, stood Pansy Ferrell, the surviving transexual sister of Tansy Ferrell, (formerly her brother, Buck). What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered? "Ah, yes, Miss Ferrell, I'd have spotted those football-shoulderpad shoulders anywhere. Good to see you again!"
"Good to see you, as well, Doctor, although I wish the circumstances were better," Pansy replied in a voice that would always remind Sherwood of Sam Elliot selling Dodge Trucks or beef or something of that ilk.
"I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest." And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...
...a large fuchsia colored dildo. But knowing Nurse Florida Nightingale as well as he did, Dr. Sherwood exhibited little in the way of surprise.
"Wipe that ennui off your face, Dr. Strangelove. This is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill plaything. Watch this..."
Nurse Florida Nightingale stood the dildo on its base on a nearby table. As soon as she did, the rubbery member began to pulsate with life. It started to bob from side to side. And then it shimmied. And soon it was dancing its way about the table top to an unheard rhumba.
"Yessssss, doctor," Nurse Florida Nightingale purred, her eyes gleeming with delight. "It's a dancing dildo!"
Sherwood was suddenly erect (and not in the way you are probably immediately thinking, dear reader!) His brain was now abuzz with the young lawyer he had just operated on this morning.
He quickly spun his chair about and sped down the hallway to the young lawyer's room. He burst through the door and to his surprise he found...
An accupuncturist, hovering over the still unconcious young lawyer, his left hand armed with a fistfull of needles. "Stop! What are you doing?" Sherwood cried. "And, while we're at it, who are you?"
"I am this young lawyer's accupunturist, isn't that obvious? My name is Jimmy Shoe, and I am here to help him communicate while he recovers from the surgery I personally didn't approve. With my assistance, he will be able to send us messages telepathically."
Nurse Florida Nightingale and Pansy Farrell ran into the room, Nurse Nightingale first because she was wearing sensible flats and would have had more practice running in heels anyways. "Is that a dancing dildo in your hands?" Jimmy Shoe's eyes widened noticeably.
"Why, yes!" Nurse Florida Nightingale breathed excitedly.
"Quickly, give it to me!" the accupuncturist requested.
"Well, I usually wait until the second date, or at least the second cocktail, but if you insist..." The nurse handed the dildo to the accupuncturist, who set it upright on the still unconcious young lawyer's side table. Almost immediately, the dildo began to dance to an exciting new rhythm.
"I recognize that rhythm!" exclaimed Pansy. "That's Morse Code! Give me a moment, I think I can translate. Yes! Yes! I know what it's saying!"
"What?" Dr. Sherwood, Nurse Florida Nightingale and Jimmy Shoe asked in unison.
"You ding-dongs!" Pansy translated. "If Tansy Farrell just had a heart transplant from her twin sister who was killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident, then how is it possible for the transplanted heart to have been removed without an incision? The doctor transplanting the heart would have had to make an incision to put in the new heart!"
"This unconcious young lawyer is right!" Sherwood proclaimed.
The dildo kept dancing. "Now what is he saying?
"Enough... with... the... needles... all ready... can't... a... guy... get... some... rest... around... here?" Pansy finished translating just as the dildo's batteries gave out.
"Doctor, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Nurse Florida Nightingale asked Doctor Sherwood.
"Well, if you're thinking that someone has been playing around with the intercom system, and sending false messages, and that Tansy Ferrell is indeed not yet dead, then yes, we are thinking roughly along the same lines," Sherwood replied. "Which means that we must find whoever it is that is playing with the intercom system, and find Tansy Ferrell, before it is too late!"
"Too late for what, Doctor?" Pansy asked. "And, if I might also ask, why exactly were you scheduled to operate on my sister? She's already had the transplant, why would she need another operation?"
"Well...." Doctor Sherwood realized that he was going to have to spill the beans.
"Yes, Doctor!" chimed in Nurse Florida Nightingale. "We're waiting!"
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OK, I know, I should have let someone else post in between my story contributions, but there was a plot hole that I realized needed clearing up. So sue me. Get that unconsious young lawyer to draw up the papers.
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Ahh.....well if he likes HAMLET....he can find HENRY V on his own.
And MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING is also sterling!
(http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff302/HHWgroup/MUCHADO_.jpg)
I much prefer this MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING to Kenneth Branagh's.
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I believe the talented Mr. Peter Link wrote the score to that MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. His setting "Sigh No More Lady" is one of my all-time 50 favorite songs. (I don't know what the other 49 are, but that's definitely in the top 50. :) )
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(http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff302/HHWgroup/MUCHADO_.jpg)
I much prefer this MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING to Kenneth Branagh's.
Ah, yes, my first Ado! But, since the Jeff I'm loaning DVDs to is not a Shakespeare fan, I think Branagh's visuals would be more to his liking.
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Good morning, all! I've got a few hours at Toyland and then a trip to physical therapy. After that, it's back to Frank Losser. My gal is to get through most of Act one by the beginning of next week.
Last night I began watching the BBC series CRANFORD based on Elizabeth Gaskell's novels and it's quite wonderful with some great actresses - Eileen Atkins, Judi Dench, Francesca Annis, Imelda Staunton, Julia McKenzie, Julia Sawalha - giving amazing performances. I think it's quite wonderful and the 1842 costumes and sets are glorious. A lot of the plot seems to settle on the conflict of village life as it always has been and the encroaching modern world, rather like FIDDLER ON THE ROOF without the pogroms. I liked Francesca Annis' haughty Lady Ludlow and her refusal to employ as servants girls who were able to read or write since they should be kept in their station and the conflict with the older and younger doctors on the theories of bone setting and amputation.
Elmore, I am contemplating ordering the dvds of that series. It is amazing... great acting and story telling, beautiful costuming... Enjoy!
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Good day one and all!
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Did anyone hear about the two radio disc jockeys from Montreal who PUNKED Sarah Palin.
"on 01 november 2008, a couple of canadian disk jockeys, sébastien trudel and marc-antoine audette who call themselves the 'masked avengers' on montreal's ckoi-fm 96.9, prank called 2008 republican vice-presidential nominee sarah palin.
in the call they pretended to be french president nicholas sarkozy."
Didn't she remember that on his recent trip to the USA that is was announced that he didn't speak English"
Here is the Punk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6QpnaypCe4 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6QpnaypCe4)
I saw that the other night... Gotta love dem Canadians :)
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I find it most unseemly that Pansy's storyline has been dropped, despite it clearly having been posted before Nurse Nightingale's. I would storm off in a huff (or perhaps a minute and a huff), but that's been done in extremis here, so I will muddle through somehow. ;)
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SWW both are very good ... Love the bard!
BBC has always done various programs quite well.
I am luke warm to Gibson's approach to Hamlet.
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For BK or anyone else who knows about Books
Does a book have to say "First Edition" to be a first edition or as long as it is the first printing is it considered a first edition?
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My being a Whovian is beginning to reap a few rewards.
I am guilty guilty guilty of having loaned our Doctor Who DVDs to Jeff, a very nice fellow who works in the deli at the store. What Jeff had originally wanted was to borrow our Torchwood DVDs, because he thinks John Barrowman is hot, but I insisted that Jeff would appreciate Torchwood more if he watched the first two seasons of Doctor Who first, in order to get the show's context right.
I have, of course, made a convert. Jeff now loves loves loves Doctor Who (and thinks Torchwood isn't quite as good).
Which brings us to the rewards.
Jeff has started loaning us discs. Specifically, he's loaned us his copy of a film by Julie Taymor, Across the Universe. The film didn't do too well at the box office, and I had my doubts - one more film using Beatles songs for the jukebox score, with all the names of course springing from names used in Beatles songs, and a story about the revolutionary '60s? Hasn't this been done before? No, Jeff said, give it a try.
So we did.
And it proved to be a lot better than my expectations had allowed. It is visually stunning, which I had expected (this is a Taymor film, after all). What I hadn't expected were well-drawn characters who had at least a couple of toes planted in reality. Nor had I expected Taymor to say "Bullshit" to some of the left-wing ideology that permeated the 60s - instead, she took the song "Revolution" to heart and followed a more moderate path.
We also discovered something I hadn't realized about der Brucer and myself - I'm far more aware of the Beatles ouvre than he is. "What's that song, I've never heard it before?" was something he said more than twice. And there were spoken quotes, like "She came in through the bathroom window," that had me howling with laughter but just got a blank look from him.
We may have to invest in a few Beetles albums, just to get him up to speed.
Anyway, back to the film. Is it perfect? No. But it's far better than Hairspray, far more intelligent and respectful of the intelligence of it's audience.
Maybe that's why it didn't do too well at the box office. Respect just doesn't get the respect it used to get nowadays.
(I'm thinking of insisting that Jeff, who doesn't like Shakespeare, give Branaugh's Hamlet a try.)
a bit of trivia here for ya SWW...
Did you know there is a stock film clip of the Beatles in a Doctor Who story?
It is in the run of hte first doctor, William Hartnell and in the story "Unearthly child' or the Chase I believe.
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The Who clip of the Beetles is in The Chase.
Pansy has not been dropped - she's right there, translating Morse Code and waiting for somebody to pick up on why she's there (and I'm certain she's there for a reason, and probably knows a lot more than anyone else and can therefor do tons of exposition!)
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Der B has shopping for us to do. I shall return!
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For BK or anyone else who knows about Books
Does a book have to say "First Edition" to be a first edition or as long as it is the first printing is it considered a first edition?
Each publisher does it differently. Some say first edition, some say first edition and also have a number line which, if it's a true first, must end in "1" - some older books don't say anything - it requires research depending on the publisher. If you have a specific question, I can probably answer it.
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...Nurse Nightingale."
"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office. "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"
"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.
"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency." Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains.
"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked. Dang, she was still quick! "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor. You already know your other guest, Pansy Ferrell."
Doctor Sherwood looked glanced to the corner of the room. There, indeed, stood Pansy Ferrell, the surviving transexual sister of Tansy Ferrell, (formerly her brother, Buck). What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered? "Ah, yes, Miss Ferrell, I'd have spotted those football-shoulderpad shoulders anywhere. Good to see you again!"
"Good to see you, as well, Doctor, although I wish the circumstances were better," Pansy replied in a voice that would always remind Sherwood of Sam Elliot selling Dodge Trucks or beef or something of that ilk.
"I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest." And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...
...a large fuchsia colored dildo. But knowing Nurse Florida Nightingale as well as he did, Dr. Sherwood exhibited little in the way of surprise.
"Wipe that ennui off your face, Dr. Strangelove. This is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill plaything. Watch this..."
Nurse Florida Nightingale stood the dildo on its base on a nearby table. As soon as she did, the rubbery member began to pulsate with life. It started to bob from side to side. And then it shimmied. And soon it was dancing its way about the table top to an unheard rhumba.
"Yessssss, doctor," Nurse Florida Nightingale purred, her eyes gleeming with delight. "It's a dancing dildo!"
Sherwood was suddenly erect (and not in the way you are probably immediately thinking, dear reader!) His brain was now abuzz with the young lawyer he had just operated on this morning.
He quickly spun his chair about and sped down the hallway to the young lawyer's room. He burst through the door and to his surprise he found...
An accupuncturist, hovering over the still unconcious young lawyer, his left hand armed with a fistfull of needles. "Stop! What are you doing?" Sherwood cried. "And, while we're at it, who are you?"
"I am this young lawyer's accupunturist, isn't that obvious? My name is Jimmy Shoe, and I am here to help him communicate while he recovers from the surgery I personally didn't approve. With my assistance, he will be able to send us messages telepathically."
Nurse Florida Nightingale and Pansy Farrell ran into the room, Nurse Nightingale first because she was wearing sensible flats and would have had more practice running in heels anyways. "Is that a dancing dildo in your hands?" Jimmy Shoe's eyes widened noticeably.
"Why, yes!" Nurse Florida Nightingale breathed excitedly.
"Quickly, give it to me!" the accupuncturist requested.
"Well, I usually wait until the second date, or at least the second cocktail, but if you insist..." The nurse handed the dildo to the accupuncturist, who set it upright on the still unconcious young lawyer's side table. Almost immediately, the dildo began to dance to an exciting new rhythm.
"I recognize that rhythm!" exclaimed Pansy. "That's Morse Code! Give me a moment, I think I can translate. Yes! Yes! I know what it's saying!"
"What?" Dr. Sherwood, Nurse Florida Nightingale and Jimmy Shoe asked in unison.
"You ding-dongs!" Pansy translated. "If Tansy Farrell just had a heart transplant from her twin sister who was killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident, then how is it possible for the transplanted heart to have been removed without an incision? The doctor transplanting the heart would have had to make an incision to put in the new heart!"
"This unconcious young lawyer is right!" Sherwood proclaimed.
The dildo kept dancing. "Now what is he saying?
"Enough... with... the... needles... all ready... can't... a... guy... get... some... rest... around... here?" Pansy finished translating just as the dildo's batteries gave out.
"Doctor, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Nurse Florida Nightingale asked Doctor Sherwood.
"Well, if you're thinking that someone has been playing around with the intercom system, and sending false messages, and that Tansy Ferrell is indeed not yet dead, then yes, we are thinking roughly along the same lines," Sherwood replied. "Which means that we must find whoever it is that is playing with the intercom system, and find Tansy Ferrell, before it is too late!"
"Too late for what, Doctor?" Pansy asked. "And, if I might also ask, why exactly were you scheduled to operate on my sister? She's already had the transplant, why would she need another operation?"
"Well...." Doctor Sherwood realized that he was going to have to spill the beans.
"Yes, Doctor!" chimed in Nurse Florida Nightingale. "We're waiting!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to keep waiting," said Dr. Sherwood. "As you know, I have surgery in twelve minutes and I must go."
Dr. Sherwood wheeled himself out of the room, chuckling to himself as he did so.
"Now what?" asked Pansy. "This is a fine kettle of fish."
But just then, Adcock Fleming walked into the office. Adcock was a commanding 6'5" and had a full head of bushy hair. The room went silent. That always happened when Adcock Fleming walked into a room. He looked at everyone and said, "
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DR Jose, Maria is beautiful, how does one look that good after running a marathon.
DR Cilla, adorable photos.
DR Michael S-How cold is it in Montreal?
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Back from the long jog and shall now go ship a few packages, check my mail place, get something amusing to eat, and then return.
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Jane did you read my post?
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Just got the news that Dr. Teaford (who Jane will probably remember), my high school choir teacher, passed away on Halloween night - peacefully, in his sleep. He was in his mid-eighties and was still a dynamo, having monthly music concerts at his home. For those who've read Kritzer Time, he's all over that book, as Dr. Teesdale. I went to one of his musical soirees about six years ago and it was lovely and he was very gracious. He read the first Kritzer book and loved it.
I did not no him personally but only heard good things about him. I will share the sad news with my classmates (our class has a very large email list & keeps connected).
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Bruce I was typing as you were posting.
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
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CONGRATULATIONS! VIBES ALL GOES WELL!!!
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
Hoo and Ray!!!
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Those HHW vibes sure do work!
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The Arizona Republic had Debate Bingo....here's Election Night Bingo from the Sioux City Journal
http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/
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This morning we made an appointment for Sherlock to be looked at again. We have been keeping a close eye on him but while we were getting dressed he rubbed a few scabs off of his nose. We figured we would have to get him one of those horrid e-collars, the big plastic cones.
Good news, we didn’t. In fact the doctor cleaned him up and gently removed much of the scabbing. She also wanted to see what was going on under there & took a sample to run a bacterial culture. Once a day we are to gently clean off the antibiotic/steroid powder & dab on a mix of vitamin E oil & the powder. The E is to promote healing & prevent scars. Later we will be switching to a mixture with honey-interesting.
For now we are continuing with the Prednisone twice a day, eventually reduced to once a day, & then reduced again & again until he is slowly off of it.
As curious as we are to know what the cause of this is, we will not be doing a biopsy which is the only possible way to know.
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The Arizona Republic had Debate Bingo....here's Election Night Bingo from the Sioux City Journal
http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/
Sounds like fun, if you are going to watch the elections.
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The Arizona Republic had Debate Bingo....here's Election Night Bingo from the Sioux City Journal
http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/
Sounds like fun, if you are going to watch the elections.
I'm just hoping that it won't preempt Dancing With the Stars, but I fear it might. I mean really what's more important ;)
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Sounds like you have a good vet for Sherlock. I would think that removing the scabby stuff would relieve some of the itching
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Lunch ran long and so did some telephone calls that happened after I got back in. Thus, I was not able to watch SABRINA this afternoon since it's 112 minutes and I wanted to see the entire thing again in one sitting.
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Instead, I finished the last 38 minutes of last night's BROTHERS & SISTERS. Too much squabbling, but the storyline with Sarah seems promising. I suspect she's going to begin an affair with the hunky blonde guy as well before much longer.
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The Arizona Republic had Debate Bingo....here's Election Night Bingo from the Sioux City Journal
http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/
I've always thought that Election Night is better served with a drinking game.
;)
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Oh, I just checked, results show will be Wednesday night...that thought was just too good to be true. ;)
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The Arizona Republic had Debate Bingo....here's Election Night Bingo from the Sioux City Journal
http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/
I've always thought that Election Night is better served with a drinking game.
;)
Who says you can't do both? The possibilities are endless
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I then began watching the SABRINA documentaries. Since I've seen the movie so many times, there was nothing to spoil for me, so I watched them. They were longer than the featurettes for either SUNSET BOULEVARD or ROMAN HOLIDAY (though not as many of them). There's one on Audrey as a fashion icon, one about the character actors in SABRINA (enjoyable), one on Holden's years at Paramount, and an interesting one on the Gold Coast of Long Island and the fabulous mansions that were once a part of the scene.
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I have two more documentaries on the SABRINA bonus disc and then I can start the movie and watch it from disc one.
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I did skim through today's AS THE WORLD TURNS. No Luke or Noah, but they were in the previews.
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I shall be home with the cats Tuesday night. It's the first election I can remember where I haven't poll watched, worked at the polls or made phone calls and it's the first time I haven't been sick from germs I gathered sharing the phones at headquarters. Kind of nice, actually. I will say I'll miss going into the polling booth and pulling the curtain. Early voting was fine, but it takes something away from the process
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Sounds like you have a good vet for Sherlock. I would think that removing the scabby stuff would relieve some of the itching
We think she is great, and we were one of her earliest clients. We even went to her wedding :)
It seems to us Sherlock has been more in pain than itching. Saturday was the worst day & we don't think he is hurting too much now.
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Walking to the polls was always nice, I do not enjoy driving to them. Keith took our ballots and drove up to the ballot box at the library & dropped them in the drive through box. That was ok too & he was driving right past the library.
I think the chance for error is greatly reduced when you vote in the comfort of your home, especially in Oregon which has so many darn measures.
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...Nurse Nightingale."
"Why, my dear Florida Nightingale!" Sherwood exclaimed as he wheeled himself into his office. "I was just having palpitations thinking about you!"
"Nothing premature, I trust," Nurse Nightingale rose from the visitor's chair, wearing a miniskirt that would have been unseemly on any other eighty-year-old but entrancing on her.
"Oh, no, I've slowed down since my residency." Sherwood wheeled himself behind his desk, to hide any incriminating stains.
"I see you had the meatloaf - that splotch of soy-sauce on your pants is a dead giveaway," Florida remarked. Dang, she was still quick! "But, enough of these double entendres, Doctor. You already know your other guest, Pansy Ferrell."
Doctor Sherwood looked glanced to the corner of the room. There, indeed, stood Pansy Ferrell, the surviving transexual sister of Tansy Ferrell, (formerly her brother, Buck). What could Pansy be doing here, he wondered? "Ah, yes, Miss Ferrell, I'd have spotted those football-shoulderpad shoulders anywhere. Good to see you again!"
"Good to see you, as well, Doctor, although I wish the circumstances were better," Pansy replied in a voice that would always remind Sherwood of Sam Elliot selling Dodge Trucks or beef or something of that ilk.
"I have something to show you, something you might find to be of great interest." And, without further adeau, Nurse Florida Nightingale reached into her volumnous purse and withdrew...
...a large fuchsia colored dildo. But knowing Nurse Florida Nightingale as well as he did, Dr. Sherwood exhibited little in the way of surprise.
"Wipe that ennui off your face, Dr. Strangelove. This is not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill plaything. Watch this..."
Nurse Florida Nightingale stood the dildo on its base on a nearby table. As soon as she did, the rubbery member began to pulsate with life. It started to bob from side to side. And then it shimmied. And soon it was dancing its way about the table top to an unheard rhumba.
"Yessssss, doctor," Nurse Florida Nightingale purred, her eyes gleeming with delight. "It's a dancing dildo!"
Sherwood was suddenly erect (and not in the way you are probably immediately thinking, dear reader!) His brain was now abuzz with the young lawyer he had just operated on this morning.
He quickly spun his chair about and sped down the hallway to the young lawyer's room. He burst through the door and to his surprise he found...
An accupuncturist, hovering over the still unconcious young lawyer, his left hand armed with a fistfull of needles. "Stop! What are you doing?" Sherwood cried. "And, while we're at it, who are you?"
"I am this young lawyer's accupunturist, isn't that obvious? My name is Jimmy Shoe, and I am here to help him communicate while he recovers from the surgery I personally didn't approve. With my assistance, he will be able to send us messages telepathically."
Nurse Florida Nightingale and Pansy Farrell ran into the room, Nurse Nightingale first because she was wearing sensible flats and would have had more practice running in heels anyways. "Is that a dancing dildo in your hands?" Jimmy Shoe's eyes widened noticeably.
"Why, yes!" Nurse Florida Nightingale breathed excitedly.
"Quickly, give it to me!" the accupuncturist requested.
"Well, I usually wait until the second date, or at least the second cocktail, but if you insist..." The nurse handed the dildo to the accupuncturist, who set it upright on the still unconcious young lawyer's side table. Almost immediately, the dildo began to dance to an exciting new rhythm.
"I recognize that rhythm!" exclaimed Pansy. "That's Morse Code! Give me a moment, I think I can translate. Yes! Yes! I know what it's saying!"
"What?" Dr. Sherwood, Nurse Florida Nightingale and Jimmy Shoe asked in unison.
"You ding-dongs!" Pansy translated. "If Tansy Farrell just had a heart transplant from her twin sister who was killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident, then how is it possible for the transplanted heart to have been removed without an incision? The doctor transplanting the heart would have had to make an incision to put in the new heart!"
"This unconcious young lawyer is right!" Sherwood proclaimed.
The dildo kept dancing. "Now what is he saying?
"Enough... with... the... needles... all ready... can't... a... guy... get... some... rest... around... here?" Pansy finished translating just as the dildo's batteries gave out.
"Doctor, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Nurse Florida Nightingale asked Doctor Sherwood.
"Well, if you're thinking that someone has been playing around with the intercom system, and sending false messages, and that Tansy Ferrell is indeed not yet dead, then yes, we are thinking roughly along the same lines," Sherwood replied. "Which means that we must find whoever it is that is playing with the intercom system, and find Tansy Ferrell, before it is too late!"
"Too late for what, Doctor?" Pansy asked. "And, if I might also ask, why exactly were you scheduled to operate on my sister? She's already had the transplant, why would she need another operation?"
"Well...." Doctor Sherwood realized that he was going to have to spill the beans.
"Yes, Doctor!" chimed in Nurse Florida Nightingale. "We're waiting!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to keep waiting," said Dr. Sherwood. "As you know, I have surgery in twelve minutes and I must go."
Dr. Sherwood wheeled himself out of the room, chuckling to himself as he did so.
"Now what?" asked Pansy. "This is a fine kettle of fish."
But just then, Adcock Fleming walked into the office. Adcock was a commanding 6'5" and had a full head of bushy hair. The room went silent. That always happened when Adcock Fleming walked into a room. He looked at everyone and said, "
Walk this way, the oracle will see you now."
Pansy, taking great angry strides, stepped to the rear of the busy-haired gentleman.
"This oracle," she queried, "is this another one of your beer-battered tries to keep us off the scent of mystery surrounding this hospital?"
Adcock abruptly turned around, leaned down into Pansy's startled face and said, "No. This ancient oracle, on these grounds for what seems to be forever, will enlighten, entrance, and entertain you with the unseen, unheard facets of your pithy lives outside of these blood-drenched walls. Follow forward and remain silent."
They had reached the sterling silver elevator doors when a strange keening was heard from within, "Oracle, Oracl-ie, Oracl-A, Oracl-U, Oracle."
The keening continued as the elevators doors slid open, revealing the oracle, clad in
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The Arizona Republic had Debate Bingo....here's Election Night Bingo from the Sioux City Journal
http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/
I've always thought that Election Night is better served with a drinking game.
;)
Who says you can't do both? The possibilities are endless
With the way I'd be playing the drinking game, I don't think I'd be able to see the Bingo card clearly.
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Hopping off-line now to write for a little bit and then will head back down for more viewing.
WBBL.
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Good Afternoon! Good Evening!
It was a decent day of auditions. No one truly stellar, but there were a couple of people who "fit the bill", or more precisely, "fit the costume". ;)
*And I'd like to thank all the people who made me laugh today. Intentionally and unintentionally. ;D
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"You ding-dongs!" Pansy translated. "If Tansy Farrell just had a heart transplant from her twin sister who was killed in a mysterious hand mixer accident, then how is it possible for the transplanted heart to have been removed without an incision? The doctor transplanting the heart would have had to make an incision to put in the new heart!"
"This unconcious young lawyer is right!" Sherwood proclaimed.
The dildo kept dancing. "Now what is he saying?
"Enough... with... the... needles... all ready... can't... a... guy... get... some... rest... around... here?" Pansy finished translating just as the dildo's batteries gave out.
"Doctor, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Nurse Florida Nightingale asked Doctor Sherwood.
"Well, if you're thinking that someone has been playing around with the intercom system, and sending false messages, and that Tansy Ferrell is indeed not yet dead, then yes, we are thinking roughly along the same lines," Sherwood replied. "Which means that we must find whoever it is that is playing with the intercom system, and find Tansy Ferrell, before it is too late!"
"Too late for what, Doctor?" Pansy asked. "And, if I might also ask, why exactly were you scheduled to operate on my sister? She's already had the transplant, why would she need another operation?"
"Well...." Doctor Sherwood realized that he was going to have to spill the beans.
"Yes, Doctor!" chimed in Nurse Florida Nightingale. "We're waiting!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to keep waiting," said Dr. Sherwood. "As you know, I have surgery in twelve minutes and I must go."
Dr. Sherwood wheeled himself out of the room, chuckling to himself as he did so.
"Now what?" asked Pansy. "This is a fine kettle of fish."
But just then, Adcock Fleming walked into the office. Adcock was a commanding 6'5" and had a full head of bushy hair. The room went silent. That always happened when Adcock Fleming walked into a room. He looked at everyone and said, "
Walk this way, the oracle will see you now."
Pansy, taking great angry strides, stepped to the rear of the busy-haired gentleman.
"This oracle," she queried, "is this another one of your beer-battered tries to keep us off the scent of mystery surrounding this hospital?"
Adcock abruptly turned around, leaned down into Pansy's startled face and said, "No. This ancient oracle, on these grounds for what seems to be forever, will enlighten, entrance, and entertain you with the unseen, unheard facets of your pithy lives outside of these blood-drenched walls. Follow forward and remain silent."
They had reached the sterling silver elevator doors when a strange keening was heard from within, "Oracle, Oracl-ie, Oracl-A, Oracl-U, Oracle."
The keening continued as the elevators doors slid open, revealing the oracle, clad in
...A blue gingham tutu, a sparkley tiara, and bunny slippers. "What," the Oracle asked, "You were expecting buck naked?"
"Excuse me!" Pansy stepped back, aghast. "I always keep my clothes on!"
"I don't think the oracle was referring to your former name, dear," Nurse Florida patted Pansy's arm comfortingly.
"Now," the Oracle said in her most lilting tones, "What were your questions? No, wait, I already have the answers to the first three: Absolutely not; A splash of Tabasco will do the job; and at Two-Seventeen tonight. Anything else?"
"As a matter of fact..." Nurse Florida pondered how to ask her question correctly.
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DR Jane - Yes, Maria looked quite good after the race. In fact, I remember when I stood in the finishing area last year, being surprised at how "fresh-faced" most of the runners looked after running 26.2 miles.
*And most of them said that the hardest part of the race was getting out of Central Park after they had crossed the finish line. All the post-race formalities, as well as finding your way to your proper exit area, consists of a lot of standing-in-lines, and working your way through the other 39,000 runners.
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
YEAH!!!!!!!!
*So, will you try to find a last-minutes travel deal to get back home to Ohio for Thanksgiving?
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I know it's not "Ask BK/Ask DR" day, but...
How much time do you plan to spend in front of the TV tomorrow?
I work tomorrow morning, but I'll be done at 1:00. And then I think I'm going to watch a movie. Or two.
I have some friends who are opening their apartment for an "open party" from 3:00 on... I just can't imagine being "subjected" to all that election coverage for that many hours. From 7:00pm on, yes. But from 3:00pm on... No. -Especially since the most of the polls nationwide won't "close" for the East Coasters until 11:00pm or midnight.
I may actually see a show tomorrow night too. Apparently, a couple of shows may end up papering tomorrow night if they don't get a last-minute surge in ticket sales. And regardless of how things turn out, I have a feeling that most of the second acts tomorrow night could be quite interesting. ;)
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DR Jane - Continued GET~WELL~VIBES for DD Sherlock.
-And WORRY~LESS~VIBES for you and Keith.
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Good new from DR elmore3003 and improving news from DR Jane. :)
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bk, is the offer still good on the Hermann new issue - are there any "spare" copies left?
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I know it's not "Ask BK/Ask DR" day, but...
How much time do you plan to spend in front of the TV tomorrow?
I work tomorrow morning, but I'll be done at 1:00. And then I think I'm going to watch a movie. Or two.
I have some friends who are opening their apartment for an "open party" from 3:00 on... I just can't imagine being "subjected" to all that election coverage for that many hours. From 7:00pm on, yes. But from 3:00pm on... No. -Especially since the most of the polls nationwide won't "close" for the East Coasters until 11:00pm or midnight.
I may actually see a show tomorrow night too. Apparently, a couple of shows may end up papering tomorrow night if they don't get a last-minute surge in ticket sales. And regardless of how things turn out, I have a feeling that most of the second acts tomorrow night could be quite interesting. ;)
I'm not really into the game, so probably not much - maybe a half-hour to an hour to see what's happening.
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bk, is the offer still good on the Hermann new issue - are there any "spare" copies left?
Yes, I have some left - if you want however many, just do the usual - and be sure to include the name of the CD.
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The "new truth" (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/02/sports/playmagazine/112pewarm.html?em) about stretching before exercising.
Yep, that's the way to do it. I always sort of did that anyway, since when my muscles are "cold", they are "cold!!!!". Stretching should feel good. It should not hurt.
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I just watched/listened to Leontyne Price deliver "O Patria Mia" from Act III of Aida in her "Farewell" performance at the Met in 1985 on MetViewer. It is quite emotional, and the 3 minute pandemonium ovation made me cry.
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I just watched/listened to Leontyne Price deliver "O Patria Mia" from Act III of Aida in her "Farewell" performance at the Met in 1985 on MetViewer. It is quite emotional, and the 3 minute pandemonium ovation made me cry.
That's an amazing Moment!
*Did you see this article in last Friday's Times?
Justices Greet Diva: It’s Ardor in the Court (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/01/arts/music/01NEA.html?ref=music)
-This made me cry too.
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I just watched/listened to Leontyne Price deliver "O Patria Mia" from Act III of Aida in her "Farewell" performance at the Met in 1985 on MetViewer. It is quite emotional, and the 3 minute pandemonium ovation made me cry.
And I believe that that "moment" was voted the most memorable moment from PBS Metropolitan Opera broadcasts.
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The sheriff just called.
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Jose, I might watch some election coverage here & there, I doubt anymore than that.
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Somehow, when DR Laura says "The sheriff just called," there's this voice in my head that hears "Yoo-hoo, it's me, the Sheriff!" :D
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
YEAH!!!!!!!!
*So, will you try to find a last-minutes travel deal to get back home to Ohio for Thanksgiving?
No, but I may give some thought to Christmas.
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Mother's Cookies is no more. They are no longer in business. Stores are selling their remaining stock; I found a small bag at a local market . What will I do in a world without little white and pink animal cookies?!?!?!?!?!?!!? >:( >:( >:( >:( >:(
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Page five, page five. Paging page six, paging page six.
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I gotta tell you.
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I'm being very lazy right now because my foot-long Subway turkey sandwich made me tired. I'm listening to CDs and will open the Nudie script shortly and do some work.
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OH!
Does anyone know if there was any sort of "financial threat" or something like that affecting the banks today?
On the way back from auditions, I wanted to stop by my bank to make a deposit, but the line inside the lobby was about 20 people deep, so I walked up 8th Avenue to another branch. However, when I got to the next branch, the lines were long there too. -And then I realized that the lines were long in other banks too. -Then when I got home, my roommate said that when she was in line at Bank of America, they announced that they were closing the lobby area at 4:30 - instead of their usual 6:00. -And even if you were already in line, they were not going to allow any window transactions past 4:30. ???
-Does this usually happen on Election Day Eve?
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I haven't heard anything. I asked Keith since he reads the financial news everyday, he hadn't read anything.
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i've been running through JoAnn's MySpace photos looking for the photos of Riley and Jayden and Randy on Halloween. I'll have to call her back.
I did find this photo of my beloved brother and sister-in-law. It's a pretty accurate representation of their temperaments.
(http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff302/HHWgroup/RandyJo.jpg)
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I dunno about out there, but Chase Banks out here are receiving letters with suspicious white powder.
There's a job for the sheriff!
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Such a nice happy couple. :)
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Have you got a photo of the McBeths?
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I haven't heard anything. I asked Keith since he reads the financial news everyday, he hadn't read anything.
Since today was the "first" (business) day of the month, maybe that explained the lines.
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I checked and our bank is open as usual, this afternoon & tomorrow.
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On TV Tonight!™
ABC - DANCING WITH THE STARS, SAMANTHA WHO?, BOSTON LEGAL
CBS - comedies, CSI: MIAMI
NBC - DEAL OR NO DEAL, SNL Presidental Sketch Special
FOX - SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES, PRISON BREAK
CW - GOSSIP GIRL, ONE TREE HILL
and for DR TCB: ESPN - Monday Night Football
Thank you, Matt.
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Have you got a photo of the McBeths?
The camera melted.
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Have you got a photo of the McBeths?
I had one, but it's had too many darts thrown at it to be legible.
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Have you got a photo of the McBeths?
;D
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Very, very nice photo DR elmore. They look like the nice people you describe.
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Have you got a photo of the McBeths?
The camera melted.
I like that. We could do a whole series of these: the camera froze because of her cold heart.
vampires don't leave an image
she was so drunk she can't be photographed standing up
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And only because I happened to have some pretty interesting political discussions today...
Regardless of who wins tomorrow, we all have to remember to keep working after tomorrow. Tomorrow is - at it's simplest - the day WE elect a new President. It is not the day that things will change. It is not the day when everyone will start to have a better life. It is not the day when the stock market will suddenly correct itself. Tomorrow is only the start of all of those things - the start of a very long process. Keep going. Keep working.
*And I only bring this up since I had happened to talk with some college students - working for both parties - who did not really seem to know what they were going to do after tomorrow. Yes, helping to get your candidate in Office is good and honorable work, but making sure your candidate stays on the path is also important - moreso, in fact.
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100,000 more Sony batteries recalled for fire risk
http://tech.yahoo.com/blogs/null/109562
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I was looking at Jo's photos; she doesn't seem to have a photo of them, but the Macbeths treat her and Randy almost as poorly as they treat me!
I did find this photo of Randy & Jo's house. My room's the second floor window facing front over the living room addition. It's a very roomy old farmhouse and as homey and comfortable as they are.
(http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff302/HHWgroup/Randyshouse.jpg)
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*And I only bring this up since I had happened to talk with some college students - working for both parties - who did not really seem to know what they were going to do after tomorrow.
That is kind of sad though I expect they will find something to do.
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Nice house.:)
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Jose, I might watch some election coverage here & there, I doubt anymore than that.
Ditto for me. I figure the results will be the same whether I sit spellbound to the evening reports or watch some episodes of GILLIGAN'S ISLAND.
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Jose, I might watch some election coverage here & there, I doubt anymore than that.
Ditto for me. I figure the results will be the same whether I sit spellbound to the evening reports or watch some episodes of GILLIGAN'S ISLAND.
DR MBarnum - Have you come across a Bollywood rip-off equivalent of "Gilligan's Island"?
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Oh...
DR MBarnum - Did you like last night's "TAR"?
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
CONGRATULATIONS!
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
HOORAY!!!
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I know it's not "Ask BK/Ask DR" day, but...
How much time do you plan to spend in front of the TV tomorrow?
I work tomorrow morning, but I'll be done at 1:00. And then I think I'm going to watch a movie. Or two.
I have some friends who are opening their apartment for an "open party" from 3:00 on... I just can't imagine being "subjected" to all that election coverage for that many hours. From 7:00pm on, yes. But from 3:00pm on... No. -Especially since the most of the polls nationwide won't "close" for the East Coasters until 11:00pm or midnight.
I may actually see a show tomorrow night too. Apparently, a couple of shows may end up papering tomorrow night if they don't get a last-minute surge in ticket sales. And regardless of how things turn out, I have a feeling that most of the second acts tomorrow night could be quite interesting. ;)
I will have to watch for class some of it and then write a brief summary and apply a communication theory...
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I dunno about out there, but Chase Banks out here are receiving letters with suspicious white powder.
There's a job for the sheriff!
A paper in Mpls got white powder...
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i've been running through JoAnn's MySpace photos looking for the photos of Riley and Jayden and Randy on Halloween. I'll have to call her back.
I did find this photo of my beloved brother and sister-in-law. It's a pretty accurate representation of their temperaments.
(http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff302/HHWgroup/RandyJo.jpg)
Lovely people...
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!
I've been thinking, what will I have to moan about?
Oh, don't the days seem sad and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong?
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at?
Well, there's always the cabaret singer who won't send money!
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I was looking at Jo's photos; she doesn't seem to have a photo of them, but the Macbeths treat her and Randy almost as poorly as they treat me!
I did find this photo of Randy & Jo's house. My room's the second floor window facing front over the living room addition. It's a very roomy old farmhouse and as homey and comfortable as they are.
(http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff302/HHWgroup/Randyshouse.jpg)
gorgeous house
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Nice house.:)
I notice the tree in front of the house has blown over during those big storms in September.
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I am glad to hear the property sale will be concluded shortly. Beautiful house, by the way. And, yes, a tree does seem to be askew.
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!
I've been thinking, what will I have to moan about?
Oh, don't the days seem sad and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong?
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at?
Well, there's always the cabaret singer who won't send money!
And the Fat conductor of Limited Talent and Limitless Ego!
and the Macbeths!
I'm cheering up.
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!
I've been thinking, what will I have to moan about?
You could pretend that MBarnum was coming to visit!
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Congratulatory felicitations to elmore!
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The Arizona Republic had Debate Bingo....here's Election Night Bingo from the Sioux City Journal
http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/ (http://www.siouxcityjournal.com/electionbingo/)
I sent this to my sister, who is going to have an Election Night party. I will probably be at rehearsal. :P
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I've been thinking, what will I have to moan about?
Well, there's always the cabaret singer who won't send money!
I suggest we call him "The Deadbeat Cabaret Singer."
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Who would a thunk that Jason Graae would add me as a friend on Facebook
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I'm not surprised. He's a nice guy.
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I'm off to rehearsal. I need to stop at my place first, so I'm leaving early.
Until later!
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I've got to wonder DR Laura WHY you would think of putting butter on spumoni. ;D
Even more mind boggling is WHY DR Sandra would put garlic butter on it. ;D ;D
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The sheriff just called again.
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Who would have thought to put butter in rum? But I hear it is good. Sometimes you just have to try new things.
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And we forgot it had garlic in it.
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And putting butter on spumoni is absolutely the kind of thing Sandra would do. Ask Kerry.
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DR Jose, Maria is beautiful, how does one look that good after running a marathon.
DR Cilla, adorable photos.
DR Michael S-How cold is it in Montreal?
It's so cold,the polar bears at the Park Zoo are going on strike,and refusing to sit outdoors!
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And putting butter on spumoni is absolutely the kind of thing Sandra would do. Ask Kerry.
Well, I've splashed tamari on Vanilla Hagen-Dazz before...
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!
I've been thinking, what will I have to moan about?
Oh, don't the days seem sad and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong?
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at?
Well, there's always the cabaret singer who won't send money!
And the Fat conductor of Limited Talent and Limitless Ego!
and the Macbeths!
I'm cheering up.
Congrats on the closing.
RE: The Fat Conductor:
He still works? He still records?
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And we forgot it had garlic in it.
;D
I don't like butter in rum, so even if I liked spumoni I would pass ;)
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DR Jose, Maria is beautiful, how does one look that good after running a marathon.
DR Cilla, adorable photos.
DR Michael S-How cold is it in Montreal?
It's so cold,the polar bears at the Park Zoo are going on strike,and refusing to sit outdoors!
;D
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!!!!!!Wednesday, Nov. 12, 2008, 10:00 am !!!!!!
The property closing happens.
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!
I've been thinking, what will I have to moan about?
Oh, don't the days seem sad and long
When all goes right and nothing goes wrong?
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at?
Well, there's always the cabaret singer who won't send money!
And the Fat conductor of Limited Talent and Limitless Ego!
and the Macbeths!
I'm cheering up.
Congrats on the closing.
RE: The Fat Conductor:
He still works? He still records?
I honestly have no idea what's going on with him these days.
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Is it my imagination or does elmore's avatar seem to be smiling even more than before?
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The sheriff just called.
Sheriff Joe?
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DR Cillaliz - the election bingo cards are great and I've shared them with friends on Facebook and in person. Thanks for posting them!
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Is it my imagination or does elmore's avatar seem to be smiling even more than before?
It's the Mona Lisa Effect.
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DR Cillaliz - the election bingo cards are great and I've shared them with friends on Facebook and in person. Thanks for posting them!
Glad to pass them on. I thought some of them were funny and very predictible
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Or the Money Lisa effect?
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Is it my imagination or does elmore's avatar seem to be smiling even more than before?
And here i thought I was being pensive!
My freind Wayne just sent me the latest poll:
(http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff302/HHWgroup/jc_duffy.jpg)
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The governor of Arizona just called.
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The phone is ringing. I wonder who it is. Oh, it's the Corporation Commission.
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The sheriff just called.
Sheriff Joe?
Yes, Sheriff Joe himself. Twice tonight.
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The phone is ringing. I wonder who it could be. Oh, it is the county attorney.
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I am easily amused.
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I'm looking forward to 3 DVD's arriving from NetFlix tomorrow. Without them we won't have anything to watch, not that there is much tonight.
Last night Keith FINALLY watched "Bachelor Mother" and he liked it. :D It is one of my favorite movies & I have never gotten him to watch more than a few minutes. I loved hearing him laugh with me.
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I am easily amused.
;D
Do you listen to them?
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Jose, I might watch some election coverage here & there, I doubt anymore than that.
Ditto for me. I figure the results will be the same whether I sit spellbound to the evening reports or watch some episodes of GILLIGAN'S ISLAND.
DR MBarnum - Have you come across a Bollywood rip-off equivalent of "Gilligan's Island"?
Not so far.
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I am easily amused.
;D
Do you listen to them?
We don't answer, but we hear the message.
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Did see TAR last night, DR JOse, and loved it. Although I would have liked to see more of those "grooms"
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DR Laura, you seem to be quite popular with men in uniform, lately.
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;)
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The sheriff just called.
Sheriff Joe?
Yes, Sheriff Joe himself. Twice tonight.
Is he selling pink underwear?
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If he gets re-elected, I suppose he will.
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Any other DR watching "SNL's Presidential Bash"? It's an interesting mix of clips from past shows, as well as some "live" updates. Very interesting.
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Gee, where's the rest of the story?
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It's so weird when it gets dark so early - it seems like it's about ten o'clock already and it's only seven-fifteen.
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I've already watched one motion picture, and I've begun a second, but I'm taking a break. Tomorrow, two exceptional DVD sets will be here - the Gregory Peck and the Budd Boetticher - that will be some fine viewing.
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Any other DR watching "SNL's Presidential Bash"? It's an interesting mix of clips from past shows, as well as some "live" updates. Very interesting.
Yes, DR Jose, I'm watching the SNL bash. I'm not sure it's worth staying up later than I should on a "school night," but I'm afraid of missing something everybody will be talking about tomorrow.
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I don't like it getting dark either.
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'night
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The sheriff just called again.
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And the phone rings again. I wonder who it is.
City Council is calling.
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Apparently Sheriff Joe doesn't like to be ignored
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Any other DR watching "SNL's Presidential Bash"? It's an interesting mix of clips from past shows, as well as some "live" updates. Very interesting.
Yes, DR Jose, I'm watching the SNL bash. I'm not sure it's worth staying up later than I should on a "school night," but I'm afraid of missing something everybody will be talking about tomorrow.
Go to bed, get some sleep. I don't there will truly be anything "water cooler worthy" tonight... Unless one of the presidential candidates happens to make a surprise appearance, and something tells me that's not going to happen. *But it is nice to see how they've edited down some of the previous skits - no weak endings.
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Good evening all. We have returned from Coldstone where we enjoyed delicious ice cream with our dear cyber-dad TCB. He met our DS Toby and can attest that Toby is a real baby and not something I made up to get out of working for a few months. It was wonderful to see him and we talked and laughed and laughed some more. He had to leave early, though, to attend to his friend Stan again. We send healing vibes to Stan.
Only one more day and this election will be over, and I will start answering the phone again.
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OK, I'm going to take DR Jose's advice - 'night!
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I guess it will be up to me to finish the story. And skammen on those who didn't take part.
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Cindy McCain followed by the corporation commission again just called.
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Only one more day and this election will be over, and I will start answering the phone again.
Oh, Ann, you are missing out on the election eve festivities.
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How does one wipe off skammen?
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Cindy McCain didn't call, but we did get a call from the newspaper service asking if we got our NY Times this past weekend.
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...And here's the NY Times' guide to tomorrow night's election coverage: ;)
Election Night (Popcorn Included) (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/04/us/politics/04guide.html?partner=rssnyt)
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I didn't get the NY Times.
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I should have thought FJL would have been a major contributor to the story. Certain types around here I knew wouldn't participate because that is their nature, but FJL has so much fun with language that he'd be a natural at this stuff.
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It's so weird when it gets dark so early - it seems like it's about ten o'clock already and it's only seven-fifteen.
It is weird. When I go downstairs now after my afternoon at the computer, it's quite dark in the back portions of my house and I have to rememeber to start turning on a light before I head upstairs in the afternoon.
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I finished the bonuses on the SABRINA disc. My goodness, Paramount placed that "Paramount in the 50s" documentary on every one of these releases. Of course, they're trying to sell DVDs with it since every movie mentioned has been released on DVD before.
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Then, I watched the movie SABRINA. Gorgeous transfer even if, once again, Paramount framed it 4:3 instead at 1.75:1. And even with Bogie being somewhat miscast (Cary Grant had signed to play it but dropped out a week before shooting started), it's still one of the great romantic comedies.
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Does anyone here use openoffice.org for word processing etc? It's free and is supposed to work with any file. I'm trying it for my WIND because I have no interest in buying Microsoft Office again. I tried a couple of my current keys, but they don't work. I think I've already used them in 3 computers.
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Next, I watched last night's DEXTER. Good episode, but I have no idea where this is all headed. No, it's not as mesmerizing as last season, but it's plenty good enough.
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To finish up my evening's viewing, I watched FOR YOUR EYES ONLY on Blu-ray. I only got about an hour watched since I needed to come upstairs and finish writing up what I wanted to say about SABRINA, but maybe there will be time tomorrow to finish it since none of my Tuesday TV will be on anyway.
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Guess I'll head down to bed now.
Good night!
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Bk, when I read it in the notes, I thought that too, since I enjoy short stories - but I had so much fun just reading it and everything I was coming up with wasn't matching what was there. :(
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Cindy McCain followed by the corporation commission again just called.
I just turn off my phone. It's easier that way!
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Also, they turned off our electric from 10 this morning into early afternoon (this was some routine planned maintenance), so i missed getting in the rhythm of the story while it was really cooking.
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Kerry is at post #1800. Not sure if he's Jewish, but it is 100 times the number for life.
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Well, my friend, Stan, is back in the hospital. Well, actually he is, at the moment, still in ER, but will be admitted as soon as a bed opens up in ICU. Tonight he was pretty incoherent. I was afraid that he had a stroke this afternoon, but they said he was dehydrated, his blood pressure was 64 / 45 and his blood sugar was 269; all of which could make a person be incoherent.
It makes it tough to go out of town tomorrow, leaving him alone.
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Oh, and he has been on a gurney in ER for nine hours.
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Prayers for your friend Stand, DR TCB.
(and for you)
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Oh and P. S.................
Jed and Ann have the most beautiful baby I have ever seen in my life!
Yeah, Toby!
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Still watching a movie, but very tired.
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Prayers for your friend Stand, DR TCB.
(and for you)
Thanks to that stranger in Austria.
G'night!
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Laura, you are a popular person....
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Vibes to tCB's freind, Stand....
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DR TCB - ~~~VIBES~TO~YOU~AND~STAN~~~
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OK... I have to be at work in nine hours, so...
Goodnight.
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9 hours?? No one should be in the ER that long, that is awful. I hope things start improving with your friend, Tom. We are sending him vibes and thoughts and prayers.
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Oh.... Here's a friendly reminder...
(http://www.playbill.com/images/photo/a/v/aveqvote460c.jpg)
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And another one...
(http://www.playbill.com/images/photo/a/v/aveqvote460b.jpg)
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Well, my friend, Stan, is back in the hospital. Well, actually he is, at the moment, still in ER, but will be admitted as soon as a bed opens up in ICU. Tonight he was pretty incoherent. I was afraid that he had a stroke this afternoon, but they said he was dehydrated, his blood pressure was 64 / 45 and his blood sugar was 269; all of which could make a person be incoherent.
It makes it tough to go out of town tomorrow, leaving him alone.
~~~SUPER VIBES FOR DR TCB'S DF STAN!!~~~
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Well, I have just voted. :) I'll drop it off at the Tumwater City Hall in the morning. I drop it off instead of mailing it because the City Hall is just one block from the condo complex where I live AND when you drop off your ballot on election day, you get an "I Voted" sticker. ;)