Bender
Well, my little construction consisting of a rice steamer and a two foot length of air ducting seems to work pretty much as planned.
I managed to steam and bend all four sides of the ukulele project today
(well, two of them yesterday so they had a night to cool off)
I totally forgot to go to the blood bank yesterday.
Feeling guilty, but have got M. to go with me next time and soon.
I really have nothing amusing to say today.
Go to
Being Miss
for a hilarious take on "Jack and the Beanstalk"
If you must laugh.
David once again can't make the class today, so there's no Seattle perambulation to report.
I did go out and walk around the yard....maybe that was yesterday.
So that's it, I've got some serious lying about the house to do.
Practicing to be a real estate agent, Haw, Haw.
I managed to steam and bend all four sides of the ukulele project today
(well, two of them yesterday so they had a night to cool off)
I totally forgot to go to the blood bank yesterday.
Feeling guilty, but have got M. to go with me next time and soon.
I really have nothing amusing to say today.
Go to
for a hilarious take on "Jack and the Beanstalk"
If you must laugh.
David once again can't make the class today, so there's no Seattle perambulation to report.
I did go out and walk around the yard....maybe that was yesterday.
So that's it, I've got some serious lying about the house to do.
Practicing to be a real estate agent, Haw, Haw.
posted by Lane Savant at 3:52 PM
2 Comments:
Wow, yesterday I managed to
whip out two more poems,
and hopefully you have spied
them over on FFTR, enit?
I should feel guilty, sort of,
that I have been left over in
a corner of a large populated
room at the end of the hall,
and as long as I stay "busy",
neither of my supervisors is
giving me grieve, or projects.
I would like to think this
is just courtesy and respect
for my 53 years of serfdom
being a wage slave, but I
think it is illusionary, and
I keep waiting for the maxwell
silver hammer to fall somewhere
on my person or psyche.
BEING MISS is kind of a cute
site; a little reminescent of
the Lane Savant touch, cept
the Brit plump chocolate snarfing
gal is trying to publish her
short stories and stuff,
instead of her musical compositions, and is busily
papering her shed with rejection
slips. Don't know how you found
so many British blogs out there,
but this is the third one
I have followed your link to.
Friko is fun, and Applehouse
Poetry workship with Lynne
Rees is super, but this one
did not float my boat much.
In your way, you get Around
cyber space like Jannie does,
I guess. I thought it was cool
when I followed several of
your links one time, and found
your comments on many of their
postings. I hope I do not
freak out Lynne Rees with
my multiple submissions of
poetry and banter over on
Applehouse. Has she ever left
a comment on FFTL? Maybe
she does not follows links
like some of us. Did you
ever leave some of your
poetics on her site, or a
comment? Melva returned late
last night, and in the "it's
a small world catagory", she
sat right next to our youngest
daughters ex-live-in boyfriend
(they split 9 months ago)all
the way from Houston. She
said they "had a nice visit."
Man, the TFC is hopping, and
I thank Crom that I have had
some leisure to keep up with
it. EAST OF EDEN screens tomorrow
night, after my monthly medical
treatment. Sunday night is the
OSCAR PARTY down at our meeting
hall in the Pythian Temple in
Tacoma. Then next Tuesday it is
time for the Executive Committee
meeting, and I have to write
up the invites for REBEL WITHOUT
A CAUSE, and GIANT, before the
next weekend. Yes, I know,
all you Savantites out there
are just thrilled when I relate
my activities, but then, I
have to share with somebody,
enit? I know Anonomann gets
cranky when my comments get
lengthy. Glad to read that
your to-be-patented instrument
and wood steamer works. Chalk
up one more to the Palmer
genius, right? Is your memory
selective, like my hearing,
in terms of not remembering
to go and share your plasma?
Sometimes, when you are at
your most droll, and you
claim that you have nothing
"amusing" to say, it is still
funnier than hell; like Woody
Allen looking into the camera
and kevetching about things
that bother him. He is being
serious, but still the absurdity
overrides the pathos, and the
situation emerges loaded with
levity. Lying about the house
is no mean feat. Perhaps you
could prepare a tutorial on
how to do it with Savantian
panache, and charge like five
bucks a pop for it on line.
Hallo, Lane!
Hopefully, you get a rebate for the lessons you don't get!!
We were not allowed to have any less than the stipulated number; if we miss a class, we had to reschedule it and make it up; the students paid for a full program of class sessions!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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