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September 25, 2006


(An email from last week:)

Dear Dave,
Today has been one of the worst days of my life.  My co-worker Lynette was complaining yesterday that I haven't baked anything for the office in awhile, so last night I baked a home made chocolate cake from scratch.  It was beautiful.
This morning, as I was getting out of the car, a hurricane strength wind suddenly appearerd and knocked off the lid to the cake carrier I had.  Next it blew the cake face down on the asphalt parking lot, and finally the cake pan blew away down the street, chasing the lid.  This all happened within a space of 5 seconds.
As I stood there in disbelief, suddenly it started to rain.  Hard.  I was getting soaked, standing there thinking, "I am not believing this" when all of a sudden the song MacArthur Park started going off in my head, "someone left the cake out in the rain...."  And it wasn't even the good Donna Summer version, either (okay so I like Disco--sue me) it was the awful Richard Harris version.  Now I can't get the song out of my head.
I was hoping by emailing you my earwig you could replace the water one Sophie gave you with this one, thus freeing me from going quietly insane today.
Thanks for your help,

Elizabeth Gibson

God takes care of fools and little children, therefore I have double coverage.  :)

UPDATE: Lynette, seeing how upset I was, and being the nice person she is, suggested we have a moment of silence over the cake, so we did.  Attached is a crap cam picture of what was left of the cake at 4:00 on Friday.



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doesn't the 5 second rule appy here?

that cake coulda been saved

I hope at least there was a fork in the road.

I would have gone back to bed (been there)

Anybody think Dave really reads this crap?

hope she didn't loose the recipe

Elizabeth, so sorry about the cake but...DID YOU HAVE TO GIVE US THE EARWIG?????

*stabs eardrums while singing LA LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!*

Which crap?

i shot the sheriff
but i did not lose the recipe

*snork* at judi.
Thank heavens there's a new earwig. I read the saxophonist for the song "Tequila!" passed away, and that's been running through my head all morning.

lol Dave...

see? stevie..he does

judi, thanks!...that took care of the earwig ;)

Cake? There's cake?

(And, ok, I'll say it - too bad it wasn't a SPONGE cake!)

lol, Dave. I had the bad "fork in the road" puns in mind when I wrote that, but now that I have your ear (?!), I really mean, all of it. Do you?

THANK YOU, judi, for saving us from earworm #1 and replacing it with earworm #2. Thank you, sincerely.

OTOH, if you have a recipe for shot sheriff, could you share, if someone asked real nice?

See siouxie? I don't think he does. Just the first few posts on each topic, then he moves on. A short attention span is one sign of, um, of um,....oh yeah, a comic genius mind.

stevie, Dave's a very busy man...he's got to keep us abreast (bazoomage reference of the day) of everyday important events such as spiders and missing giant wooden phallusies phalli penises peni oosiks.

Ta ta, friends. Gotta run. Don't eat any bad perinea.

(I really do have some oosik jewelry).

My brother's cure for any earworm in the universe:

"Billy, don't be a hero....."

Suda nim. I hate you. That was cold and calculated and just plain mean. I was fine until I read your post...

I don't believe her. Is there a good version?

I wanna know if the icing was green. Looked black to me.

Lynette was complaining yesterday that I haven't baked anything for the office in awhile

Elizabeth, my dear. Tell Lynette to go suck on wet dog fur. For goodness sake, does your job description include Baking Duties as Demanded by Co-Workers? Go to Co$tco and get a large chocolate cake. Better yet, tell Lynette to go get the damned thing herself.

*loves Elizabeth some hot cocoa and a quiet place*

I can honestly say I have never baked anything to bring into the office...nor had my wife bake anything...nor bought anything...

I do eat things when brought in.

I am a bad co-worker

That reminds me - I gotta volunteer to bring in a cake for mine own birthday, so as not to be given the priviledge of chocolate cake or some of the incredibly bad cakes my coworkers like.....

I am too young to have heard this song apparently...*does happy dance*

Hm. Somebody (braver than I) want to correct that for Betsi? She really shouldn't be left out... in the rain... if you know what I mean.

Hey, Betsi, by the by, how's your Cubicle War progressing? Have either of you sunk advanced to using Vaseline yet?

I do bake for the office, which I am promptly castigated for ("I'm on a diet", etc, etc, etc).

At which point I leave the plate near the coffee maker to go back later and find the cake (cookies, muffins, whathaveyou) GONE.


ARRRRRRGGHHHHH!! That soaring, looping "oh, noooooooo..." keeps echoing though my mind, and nothing's helping. What was that recipe for the shot sheriff, again?




*SNORK* thru leftover matzoh-ball soup @ judi.

*note to self - remove pirate name.*

mudstuffin to the rescue:

you see I've been accross the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to get out of the rain.

In the desert, you can't remember your name cause there ain't no-one for to give you no pain la la la la de da da la de da da da.

That should do it.

Oops! my fingers slipped... on that sweet green icing flowing down... ;)

I love working in an office. I'm in charge of the candy dish. (That title isn't official..come to think of it, I don't really have a title). Anyway, whenever I fill the candy dish up, my fellow employees say, "Oh, just what I need! How am I going to loose weight now?" And everyday, the 5 pound bag of chocolate is GONE. Eventhough everyone is on a diet. It's a miracle.

crap... just cutt and paste this into your browser address bar

Then listen to McArthur Park.

That song is truly evil.

Good lord. I love this blog to death. Seriously.

THANK YOU, mudstuffin. Really. You have no idea. I was actually whistling that abomination. Now I'm whistling a lesser abomination.

Lesser Abomination WBARGNFARG.

Here's Witchicoo's link. I apologize in advance to anyone who follows it.

Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap. Should have resisted the temptation to follow Witchiecoo's link, myself.

Horse... no name... hotel... lovely face... steely knives.... oh, nooooooooooooooooooo!

Witchiecoo... I'm pretty sure that it is "sweet cream", not "sweet green" icing. But I'm too lazy to go look at the lyrics on the LP.

*gives CH a mini-gumball for his mini-breakdown*


don't ask where they came from...

how about...Feelings....nothing more than feeeelings...


So sorry Elizabeth! God I hate it when the rain ruins my baked goods as well. Here's to some fair skies coming your way!

Obviously, someone else thought it was green, too :P

Siouxie, believe me when I say that I mean this with all the love in my heart...


If there's anything worse than soggy cake, it's the evil of Barbra Streisand. The South Park guys have it just precisely right on this score.

CH, sorry to correct you but that was Morris Albert

(at least my earwig version)

*hides again*

I'm suddenly hopeful that Copacabana gets stuck in my head.

For an entirely different sort of sound you wish you could forget, please for the love of Dog, do not click here. At least, not in an office where anyone else can hear.

You have been warned.

No no no!

I'm quite sure she meant this link!

Interestingly enough, when you click on the "real player" version, the word "hurl" is seen in the player before the song starts. How appropriate.

Miss C

Oh No!

What have I done! I'll never bring upo that song again. I'm sorry!!!!

Oh No!

What have I done! I'll never bring upo that song again. I'm sorry!!!!

Stutter, Edgar?

I have to bake something for a co-worker's bar mitzah or gender reassignment surgery or going away party or some such nonsense.

I've decided upon brownies made with black beans topped with fudge made with Velveta Processed Cheese Food Product. Yes, I have real recipes for both.

EG...either your record is stickin' or your guilty conscious will not leave you alone

BA, that just sounds evil. You might check to see whether you can get something extyra from the OC Sheriff's Department for the brownies, just to make them extra-special.

Boo: I'm sure "thanks!" will be the first words out of their mouths.

rainy days and mondays always get me downnnnnnnnnnnnn.

"The night Chicago died....."


This one goes out to my one-eyed love.
This one goes out to the one I left, half-blind.
A simple poke - it nearly reached her mind.
This one goes out to my one-eyed love.

mud, that was seriously mean. Horse with no name is 1000 times worse than MacArthur Park.

Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't know if I can take it,
because it took so long to bake it
And I'll never find the recipe again

*high fives self for restoring order to the universe*

Thanks a lot. Last week, I was starting to doubt the wisdom of PAYING for XM Radio when they played Richard Harris's "MacArthur Park." It took me the better part of a week to get that stupid song out of my head and now you've gone and reminded me. Man. That sucks.

El, no, no, no, no, no, no...

*loosing will to live*

At least you don't have BM's Mandy stuck in your head....doh!

Suda, you are the *evil* one. All traces of that song should be purged from the planet. TODAY. I steadfastly refust to even *visit* Chicago because of that song.

I'm with Angene15 and the "Tequila" sax riffs. Won't change til there's a new obit in the music column.

Clean Hands --

There are three people in *this* song: "Round John Virgin, mother and child."

C'mon, that does suck, but what about El's true favorite, Mr. Neil Diamond? And lots not forget:

And Honey, I miss you and I'm being good
And I'd love to be with you if only I could
One day while I was not at home
While she was there and all alone, the angles came
Now all I have is memories of Honey

And I wake up nights and call her name
Now my life's an empty stage
Where Honey lived and Honey played
And love grew up
And a small cloud passes overhead
And cries down on the flower bed that Honey loved

By the way, despite what it says there the "angles" didn't come, it was the "angels" who took Honey to a brand new home with Patches's father.

Actually, a fellow teacher of my wife's - a very disturbed woman - once asked her if she had a copy of "A Horse With No Name" because she wanted it as a soundtrack to her slide show of her summer vacation trip across the desert.

Of course the answer was "NO!!!"

My wife isn't the disturbed one, by the way.

Can no one give this poor cake-baking, ear-wormed lady what she needs? Here you go, Elizabeth:

Water travels in a cycle yes it does!
Water travels in a cycle yes it does!
It goes up as evaporation
It forms clouds as condensation
It comes down as precipitation
Yes it does!

That song will never be the same. I've see him play this in concert, several times. He will be missed.


HUNTINGTON BEACH, Calif. -- Danny Flores, who played the saxophone and shouted the word "tequila!" in the 1950s hit song "Tequila!", has died. He was 77.

Flores, who lived in Westminster, died Tuesday at Huntington Beach Hospital, said hospital spokeswoman Kathleen Curran. He died of complications from pneumonia, the Long Beach Press-Telegram reported.

The man sometimes called the "godfather of Latin rock" was born in Santa Paula but grew up in Long Beach. By age 5 he was playing guitar in church and at 14 he was a member of a trio that performed Mexican music.

In 1957, Flores was in a group that recorded some work with rockabilly singer Dave Burgess. One of the songs was based on a nameless riff Flores had written. He played the "dirty" saxophone part and repeatedly growled the single-word lyric: "Tequila!"

The next year it appeared as the B-side of a single, credited to the Champs. Flores used the name Chuck Rio because he was under contract to a different record label.

"Tequila!" went to No. 1 on the Billboard chart and won a Grammy in 1959 for best rhythm and blues performance. Flores continued to play it for the next 40 years.

"I can honestly tell you he never got tired of playing that song," said his wife, Sharee.

The song has been used in numerous commercials and TV shows. It became popular with a new generation after it was used in the 1985 movie "Pee Wee's Big Adventure."

"After that, we got shows all over the U.S.," said Mrs. Flores, who sang in the shows. "All these younger people who hadn't heard it were suddenly in love with the song. Danny was just so proud of it."

Besides his wife, Flores is survived by seven children from previous marriages and 15 grandchildren.

Oh Rickky you're so fine I'm about to lose my mind, Hey Rickky!

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