Okay, so they aren't really quotes of the "day" per se.
How about quotes of the "whenever I damn well feel like it?"
If you throw a New Year's Party, the worst thing that you can do would be to throw the kind of party where your guests wake up today, and call you to say they had a nice time. Now you'll be be expected to throw another party next year.
What you should do is throw the kind of party where your guest wake up several days from now and call their lawyers to find out if they've been indicted for anything. You want your guests to be so anxious to avoid a recurrence of your party that they immediately start planning parties of their own, a year in advance, just to prevent you from having another one ...
If your party is successful, the police will knock on your door, unless your party is very successful in which case they will lob tear gas through your living room window. As host, your job is to make sure that they don't arrest anybody. Or if they're dead set on arresting someone, your job is to make sure it isn't you ...
-- Dave Barry
So Mary is away recharging her italian solar panels (or getting a tan, whatever; mine sounds cooler).
Her first trip since she moved in (okay, it's been a week, so I'm stretching a bit with that milestone).
It's been a great week, actually sharing life with someone. Having them be there when you get home (or vice-versa). The little "goodbye kiss" in the morning.
Yeah, I'm a disgusting sap, I'm well aware. But SHE likes it, so you can kiss my pale-blue scottish arse ;)
I've spent the last few days while she's away hanging with our cat "L.C" (the feline artist formerly known as Chloe). She's absolutely adorable...
I have to say that I have missed having a pet, even one that leaves her own bodyweight in hair on you when she snuggles with you (I swear she's buying more of the stuff online every night).
Right now she's sitting on a storage bin next to me in the geek room (aka, my office), staring out the window. A neighbour was just walking their dog, so she was keeping a close eye on the interloper.
So anyway, yeah. Mary is out of town, so I'm heading down for my first trip to Foxwoods tomorrow morning (bright and early campers!)
It's my first trip to a casino since the poker bug fully grabbed me a few years ago (Blackjack was always my game before that). Hopefully it will go well. I feel centered and ready, which hopefully means one half of my the problem with my game (my head) won't be an issue, and I'm going to put a greater effort into paying more attention to what I think the other players have (the other half of my game's problem), so we'll just see...
I'll endeavour to post about it saturday night after I get back or possibly sunday.
Ciao for now!
King of Swamp Castle: One day, lad, all this will be yours.
Prince Herbert: What, the curtains?
King of Swamp Castle: No, not the curtains, lad.
--"Monty Python and the Holy Grail"
A few notes on the flip.
Moving stage one is complete.
Mary's parent's, having filled their car and uhaul with plunder, have fled the Ocean State for warmer climes (well, south Jersey anyway).
Theresa, Mary's sister, the beneficiary of the plunder-y largesse, has stayed an extra day to bask in the joy that is Mary and I. She even got to eat BUTTER! (yeah, don't ask)
Mary now uber-officially lives with me, which is becoming both increasingly cool and a little daunting as it all sinks in. No doubt we will both reach the stage that Mrs. Cheapthrills once described as "hiding in the bathroom wondering why
We're still at the "welcome home!" and goofy grin stage of it all.
As I said, pretty cool ;)
Hey there.
I'm adding a new type of post, just because I can (and because it's not that hard.
It's called "Quote of the Day", and it will hopefully appear most days.
Many of these quotes will come from the MOTD of the unix server I log into multiple times a day, but some may come from other sources.
And now for today's Quote of the Day:
In any world menu, Canada must be considered the vichyssoise of nations -- it's cold, half-French, and difficult to stir. -- Stuart Keate
Or make that, Moving Weekend
Yep. Today Mary moves in officially. Of course, she really moved in officially last weekend when her cat came up (home is where the cat is, right?), but why quibble?
Her entire nukular family is up for the weekend (or a shifted variant of it, at any rate) to assist with the move.
It's going to involve 4 car rides, a truck, a uhaul trailer, a forklift and several industrial-scale devices on-loan from the Big Dig.
Hopefully we can knock it all off in the two days allotted, and even have some time left to relax in there somewhere.
It's going to be pretty cool, though, once it's all done, both because all the heavy-lifting will be done and because that means we'll officially be co-habitating.
Yes, co-habitating.
Your humble scribe will soon be one half of a two-headed (though only one bears decision-making powers), 8-limbed entity known as "the live-together couple" (live-together couple powers, activate!)
If this were a movie, we'd be at the point where you step back from the action a bit and have the narrator make some deep pronouncement like, "And thus does a new chapter begin in our saga" or "And that is when the horror began... the horror... the horror"
And is it bad that my back already hurts, and I haven't even begun my share of the lifting?
Yeah, I'm old...