Vacuity

Planning…

is important.

I TOTALLY should have made the microwave popcorn BEFORE I started the dishwasher in this pain in the ass charming 1942 Beach Cottage we call home…because if I do it now, I’ll blow the circuit breaker.

Son of a bitch.

Playlist o’ the Day

Here’s what I’ve been listening to while I worked this morning.

Evidently, I’m in a British Indie-Folk mood today.

It’s left me with a lovely relaxed yet slightly quirkely angst-filled feeling, though.

Maybe I’ll go more in depth later at Music Savvy Mom, but for now…enjoy the tunes.

I’m going to take the Bugman out for lunch.

I have this strange urge for Fish, Chips and Mushy Peas.

Think I can find them in Virginia?

Yes. I am a Geek.

HAPPY FIBONACCI DAY!

(Photo credit Fibonacci Sequence Day and GoComics. Well, and of course Bill Amend.)

Happy Bundt Day. Now, pass the lutefisk…

Yes folks, I’m not making this up.

Today is National Bundt Day. The good folks at Nordic Ware, makers of the Bundt Pan, assure us of this and add proof by way of a photo…of a framed proclamation signed by the Governor of Minnesota:

Of course, this begs the question:  Since when does a Governor have the clout to declare a NATIONAL Holiday?

Jesse Ventura, former Governor of Minnesota

But, I digress…

The NordicWare Company is headquartered in Minnesota.

This fact does not surprise me at all, since I am told that Minnesota is a hotbed of Swedes, Norwegians, North Pole Elves  and various other folk of cheerful, hearty…well, Nordic…stock.  I know this because my 100% Irish Father in Law grew up in Minnesota, and I have oft heard  him reminisce fondly of his childhood days with those “friggin’ Swedes”.

...yep. That's ABBA...in front of the Swedish Flag...

Now, I don’t know for certain if Bundt’s Inventor, H. David Dalquist is from Swedish, Norwegian, Finnish or Danish ancestry.  I’m thinking not Danish, because the Bundt Cake is in direct competition with their world famous circular pastry.

A loyal Dane wouldn’t do that, would he?

I’ve read the story of how he came to develop the Bundt Pan, but it’s not nearly as entertaining as the version I’ve developed in my head, wherein he imbibed a bit too much Akavit while ice fishing on a frozen lake and attacked big Thor Gustafson with the hubcap off his ‘57 Chevy, bending that sucker right down over Thor’s melon head, because Thor had the misfortune of catching the monster catfish H. David had been after for eighteen years.

(Yes, I’ve seen Grumpy Old Men a half dozen or more times…why do you ask?)

Anyway…for the last hour and a half of this glorious Holiday, I encourage you to celebrate the Bundt, and it’s contribution to Holiday Gatherings everywhere.  Because, really…when you think of some of the OTHER things the Scandinavians have brought us…

…you realize that Bundt is something for which we should TRULY be thankful!

I hate this layout.

I’m going to have to change it.

And I hate when “service men” have to come in the house.  No, I don’t mean members of our Armed Forces, you weirdos – I mean repair guys.  In this case, the Boiler Repair Guy had to come in for routine maintnence.  Now, he was very nice, and easily in his 60’s, but still  it creeps me out to have anyone in another room (even the “boiler room”) in my house while I’m supposed to carry on with my day.

Yeah, as if.

Also, I’m pretty sure one should not drink four cups of coffee whilst taking diet pills.  Granted, they’re prescription, but that only means that they’re *prescription* speed.  Yeah, I’m zinging.  Holy Fuckitos, where’s the Xanax?

And while I’m on a rant – I hate that I can’t figure out what to do with this blog.  I hate that I WANT to find a way to make a little $$ writing/blogging, but that I’m censoring myself in trying to figure out how to do it.  Can I say this if I want to eventually get advertisers?  If I say that, will so and so be offended?

Yeah, well screw that.  It’s driving my already medicated ass up the wall.  I’m going to just go Popeye and say “I yam what I yam.”  Take me or leave me.  Like it or lump it. (Sidebar:  I said that last bit to my father once in reference to the condition of my very messy bedroom once.  I’m pretty sure his ears turned red,  left his head and levitated for a split second.)

So…yeah.  New theme.

I’m right on top of that, Rose…

I shall not be ashamed…

The weather today sucks.

Wind is whipping, temperature won’t exceed 50 degrees Farenheit, and we’re on the third straight day of rain.

So, no…I shan’t be ashamed when I tell you that I’m not planning on doing a DAMN thing today but drinking hot tea, watching mindless television and breaking out this bad boy:

Oh…and, need I REALLY mention that I received NO compensation WHATSOEVER for this post?

I thought not.

This Halloween is for The Birds…

Seriously.  The Birds.

‘Why?’, you ask?

Well, first of all…it’s Hitchcock:

…and  if Tippi Hedren (Melanie Griffith’s Mama) could do it…

…and Barbie could pull it off…

…then I’m fairly certain I can dig up a blonde wig, a doubleknit thriftstore dress and some plastic Killer Fowl.

Heh.

Hehehehehehehe….

Stay tuned.

Finally, a REAL Woman To Grace Playboy’s Cover!

Look for the “D’oh eyed beauty” to hit newsstands Friday on the November Issue.

Per CNN’s article, a spokesman for Hugh Hefner spake thusly:

“Marge Simpson is the quintessential girl next door who stole our hearts 20 years ago and has held them captive ever since. We were delighted to learn she wanted to grace the pages of our magazine. Her pictorial is truly stunning.”

(So Hugh likes the blue!)

And, am I the only one who finds it more than a passing coincidence that Playboy’s new CEO’s name is

Scott FLANDERS…?

…well, okely dokely, then.

When Life Gives You Crappy Pics…

Photoshop and call them “art”…

(see full show review tomorrow at Music Savvy Mom.)

Silversun Pickups drummer Chris Guanlao at The NorVa. 10/11/2009

Etymology as Entertainment. Again.

I changed the theme.

And, naturally…I spent all the time I SHOULD have been writing a new post doing THAT…so you get another warmed over, vacuous one…

Call it “Sesame Street” for ostensibly educated adults.

Here’s a list of words chosen merely because I like them. They’re fun.

Got more? Comment – enlighten me.

Throwback Thursday: And the Blue One is STILL sexy.

Hello. My name is Ri, and I’m a Serial Blogger.

Yes, I am Ri of Music Savvy Mom…and the music is my first love. But, I do have other interests…random thoughts…a twisted sense of humor…opinions.

I need somewhere for them to go.

So, I’ve taken two of my Blogspot blogs and combined them here. A smorgasborg of random…a year’s worth of “WTF” upon which I shall build an even bigger Palace of Drivel!

(Good Lord, I feel so empowered!)

I haven’t decided on my chosen level of censorship yet. I’d say “lax” is a safe bet.

Still tweaking the site, but in the midst of the migration from Blogger,

while reading some old posts…I thoroughly entertained myself!  So, in the collective spirits of

self-serving vanity, conservation, recycling AND Zombies,

I’ll be exhuming a few for your enjoyment.  This one first ran on November 9, 2008.

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According to the Gothamist:

November 8, 2008
Naked Cowboys Settles Suit with M&Ms

The self-proclaimed World’s Greatest Performer, the Naked Cowboy, must have gotten a sweet settlement deal from the M&M folks. The NY Post is reporting that “he kept mum yesterday after settling a $4 million lawsuit against the Mars candy company. The underwear-clad busker, whose real name is Robert Burck, declined comment except to say ‘the matter has been resolved’ after pulling his case from Manhattan federal court.” The tighty-whitey tough guy brought his wrath down on the company after he noticed a blue M&M wearing his trademark outfit on a big screen outside of their Times Square shop. He later declared on the Today Show: “Type II diabetes and childhood obesity is epidemic. I am the opposite of that. I don’t endorse that product.”

• *On the one hand, this is a prime example of why AdMen should run their brilliant ideas by the Legal Department first, and this falls into my “Dumbshits, you deserve what you get” file.
• *On the other hand, this guy may be wackier than a Fourth of July Fruitcake, but he did come up with this schtick, and he’s the one freezing his peanuts on the corner trying to make a buck, so one might say “Fair play to him…curses on the Evil Conglomerate.”
• *On the other hand…he is sort of a panhandler, and while his physique itself might reflect trips to the gym and the consumption of veggies and eggwhite omelettes…that Butter Face, stringy hair and the WalMart brand tighty whities are decidedly offputting. If I’m sitting in an overpriced cab that smells of cabbage and falafel, praying that the foriegn substance I have just detected on the door handle IS actually hair gel, I’m not gonna be pleased to look up and see Roy Rogers: Chippendale Reject out my window. In that case, I’m looking at M&M/Mars as The Corporate Robin, who was bested by the Scum of Gotham! Dammit, Batman, where are you???
• *On the other hand…should he be paying THEM for this free publicity? I mean, really…
• *On the other hand-

I swear I’ve been VERY productive…

Independence Day

I’m happy we’re safe.

July 3, 2009

Uncle George set off some cool fireworks…

Liam enthusiastically approved!

July 2, 2009

Yes, I deleted the absolutely sweet photo