Wednesday
As Matchbox 20 said, “It’s been a long day…” But, it wasn’t a bad one. In fact, it was a fairly productive one. But, after nearly 11 hours at work, I was far past “ready to go.” And, the drive home was rainy, but uneventful.

Song of the Day (Tie-In with Stray Toaster Item #4)
Strange Relationship by Prince
Maddest Kind of Love by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy (thrown in as a bonus)
She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals (added B-side bonus )

Stray Toasters

  • Whomever it is that has the remote control for the radio in my head has a warped sense of humor. When I got into the shower this morning, the first song that came to mind (and got stuck there) was I Go to Extremes by Billy Joel. WTF?!? When I realized how absurd that was, I laughed. Of ALL of the Billy Joel songs that I know… THIS ONE!?!? *boggle*
  • Someone, and I can’t remember whom, mentioned The Maxx the other day, but I can’t remember the conversation. Well, it seems as though Cliffhanger Productions (A division of Wildstorm… who is owned by DC Comics) is collecting the entire run of The Maxx in a trade paperback.
  • posted a link to this site earlier. I think that this is exactly what personal web pages are about – the ability to fill it with whatever you like. And to Hell with what anyone else says. Yes, this could easily fall in to the “too much free time” category, but points have to be given for creativity and persistence.
  • It’s been a while since I’ve commented on it, but Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About is always good for a laugh. And, the book will be out this summer. Mil’s Mailing List #18

    Spike Milligan once said, ‘Never trust a man who, if left alone in a room with a tea cosy, doesn’t try it on as a hat.’

    Margret said, just the other week, ‘Why are your toe nails painted green?’

    It is, I think you can see, all part of the same thing.

    So, I’m sitting in a restaurant in London talking to Jake Arnott about wearing women’s underwear. (To truly grasp quite how surreal this tableau is, you really need to know the kind of books Jake Arnott writes – http://makeashorterlink.com/?L56552464.) My thesis is that if you want to know (for some reason – perhaps you’re choosing a gift) if a man is gay or not, but it feels impolite to ask outright, then merely enquire if he’s ever tried on any pieces of women’s underwear to see what they’re like. If he replies “No” then he’s *definitely* gay. No straight man in the world, who’s girlfriend has popped out – temporarily leaving unguarded both him and the black thong lying with high-visibility across the back of a nearby chair – can prevent himself looking across at the garment and thinking, ‘Hmmm….’ For a man to say he’s never tried… well – it’s like Tom Robinson used to remark: ‘I can always tell who’s gay in the audience – they’re the ones who don’t sing along with ‘Glad To Be Gay’.’ So, I express this opinion, and Jake animatedly agrees. I believe, therefore, that if both Jake *and* Mil declare something to be correct, then it can’t be a mere matter of opinion or perspective, but is, unarguably, The Truth.

    That established, let’s change scene.

    I’m getting undressed in the bedroom.

    ‘What the hell’s *that*?’ asks Margret abruptly and with alarm.

    This is not something you really *ever* want to hear when getting undressed in front of a woman, so I’m briefly barged into a panic of rapid self-examination. Finding nothing more depressing than usual, I check her eye line and see that she’s looking at my feet. ‘Why are your toenails painted green?’ she asks.

    I’d forgotten about this, but, relieved, I tut. ‘Tch. Because I painted them green this evening, of course.’

    Instead of this being the end of the matter, Margret seems to want to keep on talking. ‘And… why?’

    ‘What do you mean “why”?’

    ‘I mean “why?”.’

    She’s got herself stuck in a loop here, clearly. As everything has already been explained, there’s not a lot I can do to help her. I have to fall back on merely going over things again, adding trivial detail.

    ‘You went out this evening,’ I say.

    ‘Yes.’

    ‘Tch.’ (What *is* the problem here?) ‘You went out this evening… so I was left in the house on my own… and I was bored… and when I went for a pee I saw the nail varnish in the bathroom.’

    ‘So you thought you’d paint your toe nails?’

    ‘*Obviously*.’

    ‘Why?’

    (How did we manage to get back to that?)

    ‘Dunno.’ I shrug. ‘It just seemed… I mean – you go out and leave me completely unsupervised, all evening, in a house with nail varnish in plain view… *What do you expect, for God’s sake*?’

    You know, I’m sure Margret would tell you that she’s the level-headed one, but this just demonstrates how, sometimes, she simply has no common sense *at all*.

  • Once again, thanks to for sending the link to The Index of Evil.
  • ::: sidestep ::: (Not to be confused with 7 Days’ “Project: Backstep”)
  • Even though I still think that it’s unnatural for it to snow in April, I have to confess that snow on the mountain tops in spring and summer just looks cool. (No pun intended.)
  • It’s time for Animaniacs…

Quote of the Day
This was gleaned from tonight’s IRC gab-fest:

[23:19] Are there nuclear silos in Texas?
[23:20] I know that there are in Kansas.
[23:20] Hrm.
[23:20] Somebody ought to mention to Bush that Texas is full of oil and has weapons of mass destruction.
[23:20] lol
[23:20] See if he invades Texas.
[23:20] *cracks up*
[23:20] Can I quote you on that? 🙂
[23:21] Sure. 🙂
[23:22] Hell, just telling him about the oil might do the trick.
[23:22] Since he made up the part about weapons of mass destruction anyhow.
[23:23] I think the phrase “weapons of mass destruction” should be replaced with the word “stuff”. Because I’m sick of hearing it over and over o.O
[23:23] No kidding.
[23:23] I think Iraq is going to be the new Puerto Rico.
[23:24] o.o
[23:24] what fun
[23:24] They’ll be given the option to vote for statehood, but they’ll stay a province or whatever so they don’t have to pay taxes. 🙂
[23:24] hey. then we can all move to Iraq
[23:25] Hooray!

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Namaste.