Well, it's cool and rainy and quiet and dreary 'round these parts. Good day to get some cleaning and laundry done. And experiment in the kitchen, of course.
It's also a good day to brush up on kvetchitude. For, y'see, summer is coming and one of my favorite activities is to get together with a friend or two, sip some homemade lemonade and/or drink some beer and just sit on the porch and bitch about stuff. And now's as good a time as any to get in some spring training.
Let's see...
Why is it so dam windy in Milford? They're no closer to the water than Bridgeport is. Yet, when I take the bus from Birdgeport to Milford, I can watch the large flags that line the bus route. Here, they hang straight down. Through Stratford I can watch them begin the flutter more and more. By the time I get to Milford the flags are in full, all-out, majestic flappery*.
[* I couldn't think of an appropriate word. "Flappery" will hafta do.]
Hmm. I'm rustier than I thought. Lemme try another one...
What's up with people who want to fly those little airplanes? I flew in one once when my father was doing a little flying. It felt just like riding in an old Volkswagon Beetle. Sure the view is better. Or maybe it's just different.
The thing is: If you're driving and your engine cuts out, or you run out of gas, you can just pull over to the shoulder and flag down a passing motorist. If you're flying and your engine cuts out, or you run of gas, you can just pull your legs up passed you shoulders and kiss your ass good-bye. Nope, you'll never get ME up in one of those things again.
Hmm. A little better, but still not there yet. I'm warming up, though. Let's see....
And how come all the months of the year have 3-letter abbreviations except for September? Why is it "Sept" and not "Sep"? And if it's okay to have 4-letter abbreviations then why do we bother to abbreviate June and July? I mean, the abbreviation for June is J-u-n. You GOTTA be in a hurry.
And whose bright idea was it to turn Star Trek into a soap opera? Have you watching Enterprise? The episodes are good -- often great. But, man, they're not stand-alone episodes. I missed alot of episodes and then tried to keep with it. It's one big long plotline. I stopped watching when the re-runs kicked in during the whole Xindi saga and I couldn't tell what happened before what. One week Archer was arguing with the head mammalian, then the next week they were strangers again. No wonder the thing got cancelled.
Well, I've got ways to go before I'm in topnotch bitchin' shape. For now I'll get back to some cooking. Lobster tortallini. Cheese tortallini smothered in a lobster bisque. Yum.
Kvetch ya later, pilgrims!
Posted by Tuning Spork at April 23, 2005 03:49 PMKvetch ya later, pilgrims!
Rockin' groan-worthy.
We've done been dry-gulched, pard.
Posted by: Debbye at April 24, 2005 06:00 AMWe all know that Mr. Blather needs to get in bitchin' shape, and I applaud his attempts. However, we all know he can do better.
As for the wind in Milford. It's one of the perks of living here. A portion of our taxes goes towards beach erosion, cutesy christmas decorations and wind enhancements.
As for Star Trek: Enterprise. Any geek can tell you that before Kirk was Captain, came the notable Christopher Pike. He was the first Captain of the Enterprise. This Archer guy is an imposter and should be avoided at all costs, unless of course they dig up Deforrest Kelley, then no worries.
Bbrother
Posted by: Bbrother at April 25, 2005 05:30 PMYa know, I must've missed the abbreviation thing in school because I just thought that we didn't abbreviate June and July...didn't know you chopped off the fourth letter...see? You're educational! ;)
Posted by: jody at April 25, 2005 09:30 PM