catarrh

catarrh\kuh-TAHR\ , noun;
1. Inflammation of a mucous membrane, especially of the respiratory tract, accompanied by excessive secretions.

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This is like when the Beej sneezes on me. He'll blow snot that will land on me and I'll yell "Cat! Arrh!"

Storage Wars

Ever watch Storage Wars on A&E ? (link is to Facebook page)  I've watched it a few times, but it seems to be going the way of many so-called reality shows, namely that it is slowly becoming "scripted".  The confrontations between the bidders looks to be fake and *some* of the treasures found are just too good to be true.

Also, if the show expects to last any time at all, the producers need to get some new episodes in the pipeline.  On tonight is a show that's been on at least four times - I know, because something pops into my head each time I read the TV listings.  This particular episode is

"War on the Shore"
A 12-inch piano may be priceless; Dave and Darrell feud.

All the bidders are ALWAYS feuding, but that's not what makes this show stand out in my mind; it's the 12-inch piano.

What I'd like to know is this:  If you have a 12-inch piano, wouldn't you need at least a 9-inch pianist to play it?

"Look ma, no hands!"

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dudgeon

dudgeon \DUH-juhn\ , noun;

1. A state or fit of intense indignation; resentment; ill humor -- often used in the phrase "in high dudgeon."

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I was "in high dudgeon" earlier;  I was in a conservative political site and had commented on Glenn Beck - that I didn't like him, mainly-  and I was told to not "shoot the messenger". I replied, saying I didn't want to kill him, but I WOULD like someone to shoot him in his butt, the sorry SOB.

I then got a reply from the same guy, accusing me of uncivility and how it was a shame when people today could't be polite, citing several instances such as "RINO", "Libtard", calling Michelle Obama a "wookie" and how people made fun of Sarah Palin and her mentally challenged child.  He gave several more examples of namecalling that "hurt America" and insinuated that I was what was wrong w/ America.

(I've never called anyone a libtard - my friends and regular readers of this blog know how I feel about people using "retarded" as a pejorative. I do think *some* liberals are dumb as a box of rocks, but I also think some conservatives are that way as well. I wouldn't dream of making fun of Sarah Palin's child and think it admirable that she bore the child and didn't abort him, even though that would have been the easy way out. I've never called Michelle Obama a "wookie", either. First, I'm not a huge Star Wars fan and secondly, she doesn't seem to be all that hairy. I will admit to not finding her as attractive as some do, but I think the ugly thing about her has been some of her public statements about not being proud of America until her hubby was elected and sitting with him and listening to their preacher Wright's anti-American rants and not getting up and walking out.)

It didn't take long to look through his Intense Debate profile and find just a day ago where he said "I could kill him for that." and calling another poster a POS and telling Newt Gingrich to "STFU".  He also had several instances of calling Ron Paul a "loon" and not coming to his defense when others called him worse names.  I found a dozen examples of his own rudeness about politicians and to other posters;  I gave up after I had enough and had scrolled through a dozen pages of his posts.

I tried to be polite, telling him what I said was hyperbole, and saying if he wanted civility, then he should practice it himself.  I then I pulled out my old standby retort when someone is being hypocritical, telling him that getting advice on civility from him was akin to getting drug counseling from a crackhead.

I don't like Glenn Beck;  he's a weepy, overly-dramatic fear monger.  If you love him, that's fine...it's a free country, after all, but I'm not changing my mind about him.  I was flipping through the channels last night and he had an excellent show going on about black people who helped found our country and had influence in its shaping.  Then he started to cry over something, and I turned over to something a little less dramatic. 

I've become misty-eyed over some things - old veterans carrying the US flag, thinking of all the things my parents did for me and I didn't let them know how much I appreciated it, even the endings to the last Harry Potter book and the movie "Rudy".  I consider myself to be overly-emotional and that's hardly ever a good thing, but if we had in Texas the on-air tears that Beck has wept, we'd be drought-free for the next hundred years.

3 Bowls of Spiders

Very strange questions - of course, my answers might be different if I were really desperate or if the money would help save a friend or family member's life. There were a couple of questions I had to really consider if I would do them for ten million dollars, but in the end, I said "No", although the one about framing someone I didn't like for a heinous crime made me give pause.

The only question I answered "Yes" to for ten million bucks is if I'd eat three bowls of live spiders. I'd probably do that for much less...unless they were poisonous. As long as I had something to wash them down with, I'd just swallow them whole.  I'd probably want to wash them down with grain alcohol because I don't think I could stand feeling them crawl around in my tummy.

Not sure how they came up w/ the final figure saying I'd sell out for a little over a million.  Depending upon the circumstance, I might very well sell out for less.

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You Would Sell Out for $1,118,111

And not a penny less!

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More PC Problems

Well, not "more" because I *think* it's still the same one.  Had a little problem w/ it this a.m. and almost didn't get it to boot up. 

Just a head's up to everyone, letting you know if I disappear for a while, I'm fine...but the computer ain't.

Love to all.