Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité...et Balonié
Bonjour, mes amis.
Aujourd'hui c'est la jour qui est arriveé
Et cette jour c'est le Quatorze Juillet.
Le jour "Bastille"
Réjouissez-vous, mes amis, Joyeux
Et maintenent, quelque chose avec le difference completement.
Thank you Gabriel Foureff for that notice, we haven't heard from you in a while.
Hope you're well and still composing your ..ummm...interesting music.
Today by the shores of Lake Woebehere, the kitchen nears completion the ceiling is being stripped of it's layers of greasy buildup as we speak.
Later in the day, we will buy the paint and before we know it we'll all be dead....oops, I meant we'll have this project completed.
It's a warm day.
A day for us lotus-eater types do do nothing but lounge.
I've drunk so many liquids over the past few days that I think I've actually washed out any impetus for dissing SSO, making absurd comments,... or even finishing this sentence.
My anxiety about not having the talent, training, or education to be able to writr a decent review of the marvelous music I am lucky enough to be able to hear live, is at a low ebb.
Others do that so well that I feel guilty at even pretending to any kind of artistic sophistication.
I'm not even worried that I may not be able to come up with a punch line for this post.
In fac, I'm losing interest in anything right at the moment for anything but slumber and cold drink.
Summer time and the lying is easy.
Was that a punch line?
I think that, under this torporulent facade, the roiling, smoldering, tropical storm that is my deepest, most profound, inner self still...roils and...smolders...
Eh!
Anyway, my love to you all.
Even those who would run me over with their cars.
You are forgiven.
This is pretty lame, I'll find a picture.
This is not a beautiful scenic view from our trip.
This is not my beautiful wife.
This is not my beautiful house.
This is not a pipe!
No, my friends and my foes alike,
This is a map of the Seattle to Portland bicycle run.
Is it a punch line yet?
Aujourd'hui c'est la jour qui est arriveé
Et cette jour c'est le Quatorze Juillet.
Le jour "Bastille"
Réjouissez-vous, mes amis, Joyeux
Et maintenent, quelque chose avec le difference completement.
Thank you Gabriel Foureff for that notice, we haven't heard from you in a while.
Hope you're well and still composing your ..ummm...interesting music.
Today by the shores of Lake Woebehere, the kitchen nears completion the ceiling is being stripped of it's layers of greasy buildup as we speak.
Later in the day, we will buy the paint and before we know it we'll all be dead....oops, I meant we'll have this project completed.
It's a warm day.
A day for us lotus-eater types do do nothing but lounge.
I've drunk so many liquids over the past few days that I think I've actually washed out any impetus for dissing SSO, making absurd comments,... or even finishing this sentence.
My anxiety about not having the talent, training, or education to be able to writr a decent review of the marvelous music I am lucky enough to be able to hear live, is at a low ebb.
Others do that so well that I feel guilty at even pretending to any kind of artistic sophistication.
I'm not even worried that I may not be able to come up with a punch line for this post.
In fac, I'm losing interest in anything right at the moment for anything but slumber and cold drink.
Summer time and the lying is easy.
Was that a punch line?
I think that, under this torporulent facade, the roiling, smoldering, tropical storm that is my deepest, most profound, inner self still...roils and...smolders...
Eh!
Anyway, my love to you all.
Even those who would run me over with their cars.
You are forgiven.
This is pretty lame, I'll find a picture.
This is not a beautiful scenic view from our trip.
This is not my beautiful wife.
This is not my beautiful house.
This is not a pipe!
No, my friends and my foes alike,
This is a map of the Seattle to Portland bicycle run.
Is it a punch line yet?
Labels: where is my vocabulary?
posted by Lane Savant at 5:01 PM
8 Comments:
Don't ever visit France M. Palmare,
eef you know what in bon for you.
...........Alan Sonfont
I love it when you lay the Frog talk on us, dude. It is cool, and cosmopolitan, and all like that. I mean, probably out here somewhere there is a person who speaks and can read French real good, and they, and only they, know the truth about your dipping into the Frog pond to bend the lingo. The rest of us just put up with it--or are impressed, or pissed off, or just more confused than usual.
Your malaise, or reaction to the humidity by the lake, or just lengthy lethargy, is very profound as well. It is good to ramble, to simply put one word in front of the other, or behind some, or alongside some, and see what the hell materializes.
As to your credentials or rights or privledges to write reviews and critiques on the all the fine live performances that you have attended recently, hey, that is the beating heart of this damned blog. You can't back off on it now, out of laziness or shyness or an attack of coyness, or lack of confidence. Christ, man, you are the legendary Sir Lane Savant, and you have created this blogastic behemoth--it is all yours, and you can divorce yourself from your sacred responsibilities just because, enit? But it is good to know that you suffer from, or hide behind the facade of torporulence; for we all who truly know you, both of us, understand the fey and sly way you toy with our emotions and intellect, or a semblence of it. But a posting without an SSO rant, is a day without sunshine; or not.
I am still in shock at the empty spots your driveway now sports as many of your beloved vehicles have found new homes, have moved on to other horizons and realities.
This smoldering week has thrown itself upon us, and we are having a warm wave, even with MM singing about it. Actually most of the time, so far, the temps have been manageable--anything under 80 is good with me, cool actually. This next weekend our oldest daughter, her soldier husband, and our two grandsons arrive on the scene. We were lucky, and when I called up Pac Beach Resort, they had a house on the ocean side available, so we will all be cohabiting within the same domicle, so to speak. Can't wait, but have to, enit?
Glenn
Funny you should mention the SSO
What M'seu' Palmaire 'as said ees;
Today ees the day which 'as arrive.
And that day ees the fourteenth of July.
The day "Bastille"
Rejoice, my friends, happiness
And now for something zat 'as a difference complete.
..........Gabriel Faoureff
All kidding aside, "Le Marseillese"
is a helluva national anthem.
.........LaFayette N. Voicee
Bastille day" is the day that marked the start of the French revolution wherein the freedom loving, the good people of France, the ones who believed fervently in equality, who believed in the right of every citizen to live his own live, to form his own opinions, and express them freely without fear of retribution, began a program of lopping off the heads of all those who disagreed.
This revolution had a great impact on the formation of our beloved United States of America.
Or, "Les Etats Unis" as the french would have it.
..............Alan Sonfont
Hallo, Peuple!
The "Marsaillaise" (sp??) is a great national anthem! The USA's is the only one I know of that praises such inhumane things as "bombs bursting in air"; "America the beautiful" would be a much more civilized anthem, but maybe an uncivilized country deserves an uncivilized anthem.
Tschuess,
Anonomann
Le Marseillese has the wonderful line
"til their impure blood flows in our fields"
If I remember my high school French correctly.
"Star spangled Banner" is another great one.
"Deutchland uber alles" has a good tune by Haydn or Schubert or deLassos or some damn thing
The best of all anthems is Washington state's "Louie, Louie"
Most of all because it's not "official"
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