Oh, dashing through the slime
in a big, black shiny hearse,
past witches casting spells
to place a nasty curse -
O'er the tombs we ride,
screeching with delight,
oh what fun it is to sing
a spooky song tonight!
Oh, Halloween...Halloween...
bats are overhead,
now's our chance to play
and dance with all of
the undead!
and after a weekend of 12 hour night shifts, you can bet I'm the Queen of the undead.
happy halloween!
Just so we're all clear on the meaning.
(Smacking the chalkboard with my pointer...)
All together now class:
1 : a position assumed for a specific purpose ( Flora)
2 : a ballet position similar to the arabesque in which the raised leg is bent at the knee ( Albert)
3 a : a mental position with regard to a fact or state (Mortimer)
b : a feeling or emotion toward a fact or state (Yakvette)
4 : an organismic state of readiness to respond in a characteristic way to a stimulus (as an object, concept, or situation) ( Mrs. L)
5 a : a negative or hostile state of mind (Remo)
b : a cocky or arrogant manner (...uh, Remo)
(hmm...maybe you all knew what you were doing afterall....)
The polls are officially open - now shoo! <-----click
And the 2005 nominees for BEST USE OF ATTITUDE are:
Albert's World of Artsy Fun - lamove04
Do I Amuse You? - yakvette
Freely Floralilia,the official journal of pointless posting - floralilia
Mortimer's Cafe - luvmort
Mrs. Linklater's Guide to the Universe - jevanslink
Screamin' Remo - screaminremo303
uh... yeah.
thanks.
a -lot.
Here Ye! Here Ye!
By order of the Co-Queen of Grandiosity, also known as Flettera Floralilia, the self proclaimed Queen of Pointless Posting, and author of the newly nominated FF- OJ -OPP, (my, but that does have a ring to it, eh?)
and also known as the wearer of the partially grown out gray roots and old lady slippers, doth hereby want it to be known to all that doth enter this said virtual premisis that:
A. She is hereby accepting the nomination (and expects to win) the Best use of Journal 'tude but only under the following conditions.
That I. The said Queen does NOT have to unnecessarily color her hair for this or any other co-nomination from this day forward.
That II. The said Queen does not have to get dressed in garments that unnecessarily constrict her breathing (specifically: underwire bras.) unless there be jogging, and so to avoid jiggling, that may be involved near the virtual finish line, if so needed.
That III. The same Queen does not need to wear fake eyelashes to bed (unlike Albert) in case she were to be awakened suddenly by hordes of uninvited paparazzi demanding a royal bedhead photo-op.
That IV. That the infamous Mrs. L - promises to keep her voluminous vulvi properly covered at all times, even if she does wear mittens made from the hair of her husbands back, and cardboard boxes on her size 14 feet.
That V. That the plebian Renee Russo poser, Yakvette, keeps her "giggity giggity" to a minimum whilst she routinely overindulges hers (and our) overactive imaginations.
That VI. The very lime green Mr. Mortimer Shagadelic swiftly and efficiently stage, in my honor, a royal jousting event between every tataphallasaurus left munching - uh no, strike that....for that would be just tooo ugly...
That VII. That OFSR (Officer Friendly ScreaminRemo) return my stretching rack immediately. He can, however, keep the handcuffs but not the rack nor my cat-o-ninetails. The (sordid) details are none of your business. What.
Let it also be known beforehand that a special dispensation and pardon will be granted to all who enter the 'Tude Holy War of Nomination in the event that things get kinda ugly before this is all over.
For remember, my contemporary "O'tudies", not only do you have to deal with the Queen of 'Tudicity, moi - but also my Co-Queen, Albert the fair-y. (And He's cranky even when he isn't on his rag.)
Therefore, you all have been justly and uniformly forewarned with extreme verbosity, in a manner that would please the most obfuscating sesquipedalian.
And so with that, let the games begin.
Oh, and an official PS: aspecial thank you to all who wanted to see me join into this...this...circus. A pox on your children I say.
Just when I thought it was safe to let my roots grow out -
somebody went ahead and nominated the OJ-OPP (the Official Journal of Pointless Posting) here for the 2005 VIVI awards.
(and I was thisss close too...) Dammit.
(sigh)
fine. have it your way.
but I'm tellin ya right now that I'm drawing the line at having to get dressed every day - and you can damn well bet I'm going to continue to wear white socks with my flip flops too when I feel like it. (Because the weather isn't cooperating here either.)
Keep it up, and I might just be inclined to issue an Official Floralilian Proclamation...
hey, on second thought...
Be afraid....be very afraid......
Scary...
Scarier...
(^ Mr. b as "crispy burnt toast man.")
Scariest.
shivering.....
Ah, the power of the fuzz button.
Almost as good as a big bottle of Botox I tell ya....
So I decided to do a little J-Land housecleaning. Look, I painted and rearranged the furniture ...do you like the new digs?
"I don't want to get to the end of my life
and find that I have just lived the length of it.
I want to have lived the width of it as well."
– Diane Ackerman
"Well, that esplains it Lucy"
- I'm busy living wide.
okay, this is my brain before morning coffee:
look at the chart and say out loud - the color of the word, not the word.
YELLOW BLUE ORANGE
BLACK RED GREEN
PURPLE YELLOW RED
ORANGE GREEN BLACK
BLUE RED PURPLE
GREEN BLUE YELLOW **
sip....
and now, this is my brain exactly after my morning coffee:
YELLOW BLUE ORANGE
BLACK RED GREEN
PURPLE YELLOW RED
ORANGE GREEN BLACK
BLUE RED PURPLE
GREEN BLUE YELLOW
aahhh....
and I am infinitely more pleasant now too...
** it's a right/left brain kinda conflict thing....right side sees the color - left side insists on reading the word. coffee - glues it together.
and that is my very unscientific, yet proven, opinion.
