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July 12, 2012

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Martijn

If the Nazis had smoked the appropriate amount of weed to go with it when storming into the USSR, they'd have stormed into Holland instead. Oh wait... they did! Now I know why they called it Operation Dazed & Confused.

Hot LZ for ever!

gillian

I enjoyed your lyrics and the title of this blog in particular.

UF Mike

Martijn, you cracked me up. "Oh wait... they did" indeed!

Thanks, Gillian. And on an unrelated issue, thanks for your wonderful Facebook posts. Like I said on Facebook itself, you're a wonderful writer.

gillian

You are too kind. I wasn't sure what writing in particular you were referring to, though :) But thank you!

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Imagine your average stormtrooper converting a panzer into a bong! But that would have been too verjüdelt, entartet, undeutsch & boschewistisch for them rotters.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Oi! all ya cats 'n' chicks, are ye all on/in (? dunno the right word here) the weekend already or what? If everything turns out right (and why shouldn't it for once?), I'll have a swingdance lesson tomorrow! I'll duly report, promise!

gillian

I've been sick since Wednesday. I'm supposed to go see a friend's band Saturday night, but I'm still feeling puny and that is the only night my friend Sandra is free to come over and hang out, which would be more low key than going and seeing a band. But the band hasn't played in FOREVER. So, I don't know what I'm going to end up doing, or if I'll end up doing both, or neither. Other than that, no plans. My best friend/roommate is out of town so I'll be fending for myself, which means more meals consisting of a glass of V8 and a handful of almonds because I am not only sick, but lazy even when I'm not sick.

WOO! Do I know how to party or what?

I hope you get to swing dance, Jan Martin. I've wanted to learn for years. I am the world's worst at picking up dance steps, so I'd need a really good partner with the patience of a saint.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Party on, Gillian, party on! And get well soon!

Martijn

I'm watching "Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Love the Bomb" at the moment, but due to Foul Mood, I can't concentrate very well and perhaps better tune out & turn in. So it's nice to see a few figures about. Yes, get well and dance... dance... dance. And nice weekends to all.

UF Mike

I have no plans whatsoever, other than to continue with my insane exercise regimen and do some laundry. I need some real plans (a movie and/or dinner with friends most likely) or I'll go totally antsy. Good luck with the swing lessons, Jan Martin. And I hope you feel better, Gillian.

Martijn

In hindsight: Dr. Strangelove is a unbelievably good film that keeps on kicking anyone's ass after 40 years... my god what a film! But that's not important right now. Yes, dance! recuperate! do laundry! conquer Poland, write poetry, water the plants, pet your cats, love your neighbours, kill you postman, or vice versa. Hi all.

gillian

I did housework today, then went to dinner with my friend Sandra. We came back, watched a couple episodes of True Blood (season 1), and then I dashed over to Molly Malone's to see my friends' band, The Piper Downs. I'm beat and still feel puny. Tomorrow, I plan to eat cheesecake from the incomparable Sweet Lady Jane and sit on my ass.

Jeffers

Ass-sitting on a Sunday. Say no more. There should be a god for/of that. Assiticus the Content.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Short story: I blew it 'cause I confured the time and was late. Bummer.

UF Mike

I can't believe you missed your swing dance lesson. We need to live vicariously through you on this one!

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Aw dag ... to be continued ...

UF Mike

As I noted on this site before, I have a square dancing certificate somewhere. Got it when I was 16. I was a bona fide square dance hero. Then I found pot, and square dancing seemed... well... square.

Jan Martin Löhndorf

Yee-ha, Mike! I'm no dancer whatsoever, but I'm tryin'.

gillian

Oh, Jan Martin, I am sorry you missed your swing dancing. I did not miss my ass-sitting. My whole body still hurts from cleaning on Saturday. I guess I overdid it while still feeling puny. Oh well. It's the only exercise I've gotten in ages. I need to actually get out there and do some real exercise. I'm feeling decrepit.

Jeffers: That's my god of nearly every day. It's getting kind of old, truth be told.

Mike: I have not been subjected to square dancing since elementary school. They used to bust it out from time to time to torture us. Getting picked last for square dancing is about as exciting as getting picked last for PE. Ever noticed how EVERYONE says they were picked last for PE? I call bullshit. There's no way everyone could have been picked last for PE because then nobody would ever have been picked. Anyway, I really was usually the last or second to last person picked for PE. All these fake picked last sufferers can suck it.

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