Bamboo 4 Yoo
When you don’t want your friends to be more lucky than you....
Main Entry: 1moblog
Pronunciation: 'mO-blog, 'läg
Function: noun
Usage: mobloging, moblogger, moblogged
Etymology: shortened form of Mobile Weblog
1: A blend of the words mobile and weblog. A mobile weblog, or moblog, consists of content posted to the Internet from a mobile device.
I think I might be the last of the Mohicans. Not the literary kind... more like a cloned donkey.
Easter almost slipped past without a single notable event (except for the butterfly knife), but then, my moment came. The 12 hours of monsoon-esque downpour caused one of the gutters on the chalet to come partially unattached. The resulting overflow of rain so close to the foundation caused some undesirable flooding in the wine cellar. After a few moments of consideration I came up with a brilliant... nay, GENIUS solution to temporarily stop the downpour. It involved duct tape, a curtain rod, and a cell phone (Note to self: buy a flashlight). McGyver would have blushed. (Teal'c would have lost his Goa'uld.)
Now, had it been Flag Day, I would have fallen off the roof and spent the rest of my life drooling into the dixie cup tied around my neck-- which, by the way, I don't consider a wholly undesirable fate.
Easter, for some inexplicable reason, has always been one of my luckiest days. Things work out for me on Easter in ways they don't other days. I consistently win the bet, dodge the bullet, get my man, and/or save the day. I become at least 20% more witty, and appear a 1/2 inch taller.
I'm not sure why the stars seem to align for me on that day, but this year, I think I'll see if I can finally break 120.
Chicago, IL
74 °F
High: 74°F
Low: 51°F
Humidity: 43
Wind: WNW/13mph
Visibility: 1609
Dew point: 50°F
Coat: Not without my ninjas.
Night: Generally clear. Low 51F. W winds at 20 to 30 mph, diminishing to 5 to 10 mph.
Rachel's Helpful Hints
1. Don't pre-pay the landscaper. You'll never see him again.
2. If you are going to move 700lb. boxes, use proper lifting techniques... whatever those are.
3. Don't play puzzle games all day at work because nothing gets done and if you lose your job you won't have any money for more puzzles. Okay, just one more today, then that's it! I promise!
4. Don't rent Narnia. Wait for water to boil, then dunk your head in it. The latter option being more fast paced and engaging.
5. If you hear your cat throw up but when you go to clean it, you can't find anything, as gross and strange as this may seem- check the food bowl.
I’ve noticed an odd deficit of fully formed pigeon feet in this city.
I’m surrounded by little winged Byrons.
Last spring it was gerbils. I'd smell them with strange regularity. Under the L next to The Mart. 2 and 1/2 hours before it would rain. In the same room with soft plastics. Whenever Hank was around.
This spring I think it's going to be fruit and cotton candy.
On a similar note, I belive that a possible symptom of a brain aneurysm is thinking you smell burnt toast.
Holy crap! It's ISBN numbers!
It's only taken 8 hours to figure that part out.
Did anyone by chance read The Principia: Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy, or happen to recently catch episode 152 of Star Trek The Next Generation: Descent... part 1?
... anyone... anyone... Bueller?
This is my daylight saving rhyme,
It's not about sun or the loss of time.
It's just here to fill my moblog,
But it's still as smooth as a Belgian sheep dog.
Don't be envious of how cool I am,
Cuz' I got less flow than a fluid dram.
Come back later for another weak post,
Until then my friend- sayonara, au revoir, adios.
Still working on this hot, ill, shakes thing.
I'm going to try to burn it out with an unseemly amount of vodka and a trip to the ghetto-plex for some SLiTHER.
If I don't make it, sell my ashes on eBay. Really.
Oh no! Sickness.
Dizzy. Shaky. No think right.
I used to be Unbreakable -never sick, not poorly acted.
Speaking of the unsinkable Sammy J...
SNAKES ON A PLANE
Breelyant! How soon can I sign up?
My chinese horoscope says, "Don't commit the sin of having an excess of confidence, stubbornness, or self pride."
Humm... I wonder if they mean just for today.
Mondays...
If I could have any superpower I wanted, I would want the power to teleport myself into the forgotten top floor rooms of old skyscrapers from the 20's... that, or the power to see through people's clothes.
Screw you Mondays. Screw you for your 6:23 alarm, your distance from Friday, your cold wind, your slow walkers, your fat ladies on trains, and your 8 hours of predictable bullshit.
Next week, Monday, me and a couple of my cousins are gunna kick your ass!
In honor of St. Patty’s - Genuine Irish Clover!
Smuggled through customs, and now semi-flourishing in their new [mostly] sheep-free environment.
I know what you're thinking. "Why, Rachel? A moblog? Who are you kidding?" Well, you're right. Coming up with content is a little hard when you're not really that exciting... BUT I WILL CARRY ON! My fans need me! (Hi, mom.)
My typically inaccurate prediction for tonight's elimination -- Tadpoles again.
Who's dreams will be dashed tonight?
Kevin & Will
(Buckys # is up next week, trust me on this one cowboys)
The Ladies?
The girl with funny little hair-tadpoles for eyebrows.
The other girl? Ace.
I wonder if after I run out of my normal surroundings if i'll be
inspired to be more inspired.
Yeah....