A GOOD NAME FOR A ROCK BAND

Trouser Tyranny.

Also The Hunting Sporrans.

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[southerngirl]

*stumbles in lookin' for coffee*

*trips over assorted bloglits lyin' on the floor*

*sigh*

don't we have couches anymore?!?

oh and Blue? that's quite an expanded...um...interpretation. ;D

[Sarah J]

*whimpers*
Where is everyone?

*feels all alone*
*curls up on couch of "Where the peach is everyone?*

[KDF]

Wow! Three hours! Must be too hot to blog.

[Eleanor]

*zips in dragging couches of many
colors*

Let's get comfy!

[Eleanor]

*zips in dragging couches of many
colors*

Let's get comfy!

[Eleanor]

Well, the couches were heavy so it took 2 posts to get them all in the Kilt!

[Sarah J]

YAY! for kilties coming out of hiding!!

[Sarah J]

*gets comfy with Parenting textboozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

[KDF]

MiK, they scared me too. That's why I got one. :)

[KDF]

Hey! How come all you guys are all piled up on the flo...

*slips on puddle o' melted chocolate mixed with spilled pitcher o' PGGBs*

Ow! Hey, chocolatey!

*sees birdies*

[Sarah J]

YAY! Chocolate!!

I'm not afraid of needles; three shots twice a week for 6 months does that to you

[sharon share-alike]

*tweet tweet...*

[Sarah J]

what would you do with 8 treadmills?

[Marie in Kourou]

I'm not afraid of needles. I just don't like the idea of tattoos. What if I regret it?

[KDF]

Evidently, heat emergencies cause two-hour Kilt lulls.

*makes it stop*

[southerngirl]

KDF!! I guess that "S" tattoo was appropriate, huh?

(ok, I'm the only other one here, but still...)

[KDF]

El, this is for you, re the size, placement question. Now, I promise I'll stop talking about it.

MiK, you're right, it's a personal choice. I am certain I'll never regret it. :)

[Sarah J]

me too!

[KDF]

We ALL have the power, sg! Ya post; it stops!

*loves sg a cold one*

[KDF]

YAYYY!!! I love it when everybody shows up.

Thundering here now, so I may be outta here for a while.

*smooch!*

*loves Sarah a cold one, too*

[Sarah J]

here's a fun car

[southerngirl]

*gratefully accepts cold one*

I'm outta here too for a while. keep the beer cold, please. :)

see y'all later

[sharon share-alike]

Got a cider in there for your sistah, KDF?? I seem to have a massive PGGB hangover and need just a touch of the hair of the dog.

[KDF]

Sharon! of course.

Just drove through a wild 15 minute thunderstorm, and now it is 20 degrees cooler. Phhhewww!

Headed out to dinner with a friend, so I'll catch you all later!

[Bumble]

KDF has real friends that she's actually met and sees on a regular basis? How dare she! :-)

[Sarah J]

real friends? what are those? *puzzled look*

[Eleanor]

Bumble, I'm miffed too. RL friends, who knew?!?!? :)

This comes as quite a shock!
What else has she been keeping from us???

[Alfred]

Oh goody, now its a kult.

[Bumble]

*shakes head sadly over KDF’s defection and offers e-hugs of comfort to {{Sarah}} & {{EL}}*

Speaking of El, that reminds me. One of my sister's friends has a daughter named Eleanor, and she had to undergo serious surgery today. Something was wrong with the way her fontanelles grew together and her skull closed up, and her brain didn't have enough room to grow. They had to open up her skull and do some sort of procedure. She came through it all right from what I was told, but she'll have to be in the hospital for a week, and it'll be ongoing observation to know whether the procedure worked or not, so please say some prayers for her. I can't imagine the kind of agony this is for a family, especially the parents.

[sharon share-alike]

*A-hem!*

WE are KDF's "real" friends just as much as someone she can drive five minutes to see. I prefer to differentiate between "blog" friends and "non-blog" friends, myself.

'Cause I'm certain that no one here is a "false" or "fake" friend, right?

I thought not.

Please carry on.

[sharon share-alike]

....and best wishes and all good thoughts to tiny Eleanor and her family.

(sorry, Bumble...your post wasn't there before!)

[Eleanor]

I started at the bottom and saw "tiny Eleanor"and said WTD? Then scrolled up.

That's a horrible story, both for her and her parents. I can't even imagine...

[Bumble]

's okay sharon. she'll be pleased you had her back since she wasn't here. and we were just joshing, as you know. :-)

*{{{sharon}}} and leaves a {{ }} for KDF when she gets back*

[sharon share-alike]

{{Bumble!}}

You know I got your back, too, little sistah.

[Bumble]

El~ I know. Mom's not real close with the family, but she had three girls (they do, too) and she wants to cry whenever she thinks of it.

sharon~ I know. Thanks. :-)

[KDF]

Local friends -- one or two. Regular basis? Not so much.

And you guys are as real as it gets. I *heart* this place.

*sniff*

Eleanor, you scamp. :)

And Bumble, hugs to your sister's friend and her family. That sounds terrifying.

[daisymae]

Way to go with the tatoo, KDF. I read your son's poem, too. It was amazing!

[Eleanor]

*giggling* while waiting for this dumba** Cleveland pitcher to get his 3rd out and beat the Pox.

So far, he's loaded the bases by hitting to players and walking the 3rd one -

Great! Just great~!
/end sarcasm

[KDF]

Thanks, daisymae! :) Sam is amazing. Not that I'm biased or anything.

Um.... Eleanor?

Neener!

[KDF]

Oops. Sorry. Shouldn't have to register for this one.

Officially moved my blog to a new home (in my name link, as of that last post.) Maybe I'll even start writing in it again!

[O. the U(manity)]

... um ... KDF & other baseball fans ...

Travis Hafner, the guy whose two-run dinger put Cleveland up 5-4 ... he's a Nodak kid ... comes from a little bitty town (less than 200 population - in the middle of the "sea of grass" mentioned by EB elsewhere) ... a cousin of my mother and an uncle of MB(RH?) both lived there, but we wouldn't know the Hafner boy ... merely ... proud that we Nodaks have some kids with big league talent ... Darin Erstad is another ... Roger Maris wuz another ... merely sayin' ...

[O. the U(manity)]

BTW ... I had an "interesting" -- tho not "pleasant" -- dining experience tonite ... I walked to the restaurant from the motel ... about 75 yards, convenient, eh? ... and I wuz seated immediately ... middle of the first grouping of tables and booths, restaurant less than half full, less than 25 feet from the manager/hostess counter ... hostess brot me a glass of water and said my "server would take care of ..." my request for iced tea ...

After memorizing the menu, more than 20 minutes later ... still no "server" ...

HOWever, the phone number of the restaurant was very handy, on the back page of the menu ... so I called them, and asked for the manager ...

He said I wuz speaking to the manager ... I said that I'd been waiting for more than 20 minutes for service, and it was 20 minutes of my life I'd never get back ...

As I said that, I got up, carrying my umbrella, and walked past the manager ... he (apparently) heard me saying the words in stereo ... on the phone with one ear, and actually spoken, in the other ear ...

He looked up at me and said, "Sorry about that, sir ..."

I suggested that "Sorry don't feed the bulldog ... " and I said I'd be sure to tell all my friends about the quality of their service ...

Moral?

Cell phones in restaurants are not necessarily always a bad thing ...

Question: Did I do wrong? (I certainly hope so. I'd do it again.) (At no time did I raise my voice, or shout into my phone, or speak loudly or insultingly so the general population could hear any of my thoughts ... which wuz prolly a good thing, 'cuz my thots were a lot nastier than my words ...)

Oh, yeah ... my "meal" tonite turned out to be some peanuts and a brownie (NO, NOT THAT KIND, YOU PERVERTS!), back in my room ...

[ASK, the CD]

I am sorry to annouce that my blog time has become severely restricted.

Recall that perfect job I got?

Recall Kay telling me to make sure that I would have blog access from it?

Recall me not listening? (I know, I have gotten better at it since then)

Well, it looks like they actually expect me to (gasp) - be productive! Blog is blocked.

[Sarah J]

What? Productive? What's that?

[ASK, the CD]

I know - what do they expect me to do? Teach?!

[KDF]

How can you be productive without blogging?

C'mon, ASK, I know you can sell this concept.

[ASK, the CD]

Said like someone in advertising - or maybe mass marketing

[Sarah J]

Maybe you could teach with blogging!

[ASK, the CD]

the physics of blogging?

well, there is definitely a lot of biology and chemistry here...

[KDF]

True, but that may not actually help your cause.

*begins making "Free ASK!" and "To Blog Is To Live" signs*

Who do they think they are anyway? They're SOOOO not the boss of you!

Oh. Yes they are.

[sharon share-alike]

Not to mention physical education.

*crawls onto the Couch 'o REEEEEAAAAAAALLLY Tired and curls up*

'Night, Kilties.

[Sarah J]

*misses Ado and the Night Shift*

[Alfred]

Sorry Sarah. Wish I could just past the time away with jokes about robotic cows. I am currently trying to decide my future. So much thought, so little results. I have this feeling that I need to move to LA. I have no idea why, but it keeps coming back. But I have no job, and no place to stay. So there are several questions. The big one being how do I go to college. Lots of self thoughts, no answer. My mind is so full I can't think of anything witty to say.

And it seems that the dog, and watering has become my job. This takes a great amount of time for me.

[slyeyes]

Physics?!?! We have to know physics to blog?

Uh-oh.

This might not work.

[Meanie the Blue]

Meanie's theories of quantum Kilt blogging:

1 - Any post will result in an equal and opposite re-post, though not necessarily coherent or even topically related

2 - A body at rest will remain at rest for very little time around here

3 - A body in motion is usually well appreciated

4 - Sobriety is neither mandated nor frequently employed

5 - This particular universe always operates in the direction of increasing chaos

6 - There IS a 6, but it's just not coming to me (see no. 4)

7 - The Kilt will expand ever more slowly until it reaches a stopping point and then reverses. At that time, please put all your tray tables up and your seatbacks in the upright position

8 - The Kilt, unlike all other matter, is composed mostly of couches

9 - If Kilt and anti-Kilt should ever meet, they will totally annihilate each other. So have a beer handy, just in case.

10 - is the sum of 8 plus 2

11 - Gravity in the Kilt is directly proportional to the density of innuendo that exists at any given point

12 - Time slows as the rate of puns increases

13 - Productivity is an illusion that has no meaning

[southerngirl]

from the department of redundancy department:

Bravo, Blue!

*snork*

[Meanie the Blue]

Thanks, S-Girl. Any ideas on 6?

[southerngirl]

oh, and Blue? after that strenuous early morning brain workout, you're probably in need of food and drink. just don't overdo it!

[southerngirl]

#6, hmmmm? nope. (see #4)

[Meanie the Blue]

Don't overdo it.... I've heard that advice many times. One of these days I might just give it a try.

Thanks, S-G. You're always a source of comfort and joy.

[KDF]

#6 - Thread Theory? Relative to elementary particles of innuendo, of course. Duh.

Woo-hoo! to Blue, and I agree 100% about the comfort and joy.

{{{southerngirl!}}}

[KDF]

Regarding #9, who is Auntie Kilt? Does she have a secret identity? Maybe she'll be kinder if we ply her with beer and breakfast foods? Discuss.

[Meanie the Blue]

Sorry about no. 6. It apparently fell into a blue hole (i.e., my brain) and will not be coming out anytime soon.

Auntie Kilt is a dark figure from the Book of Inebriations. Be very afraid.

[Meanie the Blue]

Calling all Coasts, Buckets, Betsies and Adonii. Please report in for status check. Thank you.

[Marie in Kourou]

{{{{lil' Eleanor}}}}

[Meanie the Blue]

Try to say "lil' Eleanor" out loud and sound sober while doing it. Can't be done.

And my {{{lil' Eleanor and family}}} too.

[southerngirl]

{{{KDF}}}

and thanks, Blue...now I'm tryin' to say "lil Eleanor" and sound sober. you're right. it doesn't work.

maybe it's cuz of the southern comfort? ;)

[CoastRaven]

Coast is here
Status - busy as sh1t! vacation time for everyone but me here at work, and I am bustin my a$$ to keep up with it!! Ah well - what doesnt kill us makes us drink more... or somthing like that.

[Meanie the Blue]

Whatever you say, Coast. Skol!

[wolfie]

wolfie reporting in.. oh wait... nm

*slinks back to her shadows*

[CoastRaven]

Drinks are mandatory, I dont think I could drink one THAT large though Blue - it would be boiling in this heat before I got halfway done... LOTS of SMALL drinks that stay cold until you are finished... OH and Cuervo too!

[sharon share-alike]

{{COAST!!!}}

*Bumble-tackles Coast*

I missed you!

*picks self up and dusts off posterior*

But next time my aim will be better.

*smooch*

[Bumble]

sharon~ It takes practice to get it right. :-)

[Bumble]

*tackles CR*

See? That's the way to do it.

[sharon share-alike]

Hmmmm...I can see that this is going to take lots and LOTS of practice.

*grins mischievously @ Coast*

[KDF]

See? Physics. Nothing like hands-on learning.

[CoastRaven]

*ties a pillow around his hip*
I think I am gonna need that to avoid excessive bruising.

[Bumble]

You know you love it.

*nictitates @ CR*

[CoastRaven]

Didnt say I didnt love it... just thought I should wear protection.

[sharon share-alike]

HEY! I'd NEVER leave a bruise on you, Coast!

Erm...at least, not intentionally.

And just out of curiosity...why did you tie the pillow around your hip?? I mean, what makes you think I was aiming for your...um...your...

Oooohhhh. It's to pad the landing.

*chuckle*

Never mind.

[Bumble]

*settles in with snacks and a drink to watch sharon practice*

[sharon share-alike]

Okay, Bumble...how's my form here?

*tackles Coast*

*bounces off pillow*

*bounces on floor*

Hmmm...I seem to have tackled myself there.... Lemme try again...

[Bumble]

You have to mean it, sweetie. Feel it! Want it! Put all your power behind it and get him down! Go!

[Sarah J]

*takes tackle notes*

[sharon share-alike]

*takes a moment to review all the pervie responses to Bumble's instructions*

(Sarah, dear, cover your eyes)

1. Really "feels" Coast "going down"
2. Really "wants" Coast to "go down"
3. "Means" to "get down" with Coast
4. "Puts all power behind" making Coast "go down"
5. "GOES"!

Now THIS is something I can practice!!

*SNORK!* Bumble, you really do make this too easy for me sometimes.

[Bumble]

*shakes head*

Sharon, what am I going to do with you?

*tackles sharon and ties her up in the dog house*

That'll work.

[Eleanor]

*zips in*

*looks at date of last post*

*is incredulous*

No one has been here today at all??
WTD?

Where is everyone?

Roll call in 5 minutes, people!!!

[Eleanor]

WAIT JUST A MINUTE!!!

My date says August 3 too.

Isn't today August 4?? I'm pretty sure it is here on the Left Coast.

BTW, Kathy, I've been registered at the Boston Globe for over a year, due to an ill-fated blog romance with someone who was a Med Pox fan!!! He's not around anymore (thank goodness) which is why I feel free to disclose this information.

[sharon share-alike]

Okay, Bumble...now, you've never said anything about tying people up in restraints in regard to the famous Bumble-tackle (tm thingie)! How's this supposed to work??

And since I'm in the dog house, could you at least fill the pudding pit for me? Please??

Helloo?? Anyone???

[Bumble]

Umm, El? We've been posting all morning, mostly about tackles, and they all say August 3rd. Refresh your kilt page?

[CoastRaven]

ummmm - El.. hit refresh sweetie.

WOW just got back from lunch, and almost didnt make it from the car back into the building... Just about melted in the middle of the parking lot! Thank GAWD the AC is working in here!!

*notices a tied up/ recently gone down sharon*
*goes to adjust the AC*

[Bumble]

*fills sharon's water dish and nutritional supplement dish*

No pudding for you, my dear. It's for your own good. :-)

[KDF]

Cool! El has crossed the international date line?

Or have we?

D'oh!!! Hey, Sharon, watch it, that was me!! And I kinda mark easily.

*dusts self off*

[Eleanor]

(small voice)

never mind.

I thought today was Friday. I'm in a hurry to get to Monday when CG comes back from vacation and we have lunch plans.
It's only Thursday.

Now I'm really depressed.:(
I thought this week went by quickly.
It didn't.

[Bumble]

{{{El}}}

*unties sharon's leash*

CR's back. Go get 'im!

[sharon share-alike]

Okay, so is SOMEONE gonna untie me?? C'mon, people...Coast turned up the AC so much that it's getting a litte...er...nippy in here!

[sharon share-alike]

OOooo! THANKS Bumble!!

*TACKLES Coast*

*feels it*

*wants it*

*means it!*

[Bumble]

Psst! Sharon! Look above your post!

[Bumble]

You're welcome. Good job! I give it a 9.6. Would've gotten a 10, but you didn't quite stick the dismount.

[sharon share-alike]

Ummmm...you want me to go back into the dog house now, or AFTER I make the obvious pervie comment?