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Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Aarrrr, Mateys!

Thank gawd I'm home. I've been wanting to talk like a pirate all day long and now I know why: it's International Talk Like A Pirate Day!

My pirate name is No-Eyes Lucy. What's yours?

I mean, yarr, ye scabby urchins.

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 19, 2006 17:28 | link | comments

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Champagne-it's what's for breakfast

That's our friend and her partner, Ev and Lori (that's Ev on the left with the cool vine tat). We've been thinking about them a lot lately and not just because it's time to start thinking about Renaissance Festival plans. See, Ev caught The Cancer. Right in the boobs. "My Girls," as she called them. Felt a lump, made an appointment, felt more lumps, hurried up the appointment. Damn breast cancer.

So of course Lori and her bandmates (she's in a band called the Fallopian Tubes) and their extended family of fine, funny and fabulous friends threw a party. Ev said farewell to Her Girls and gave lump-feels to everyone (I miss everything!). So they'd know how the enemy felt. So they'd remember the texture of their opponent.

Now she's in the shit. Post time. Fire in the hole. Take your marks. Stand and deliver.

Chemotherapy, more surgery. Grrrrrrr.

Please put out some of that Tampa love for her. The good kind, you goofs. Even if they do live on the water in St. Pete, I ain't hatin'. Ev's a Wiccan and I learned enough over the years to know that doesn't mean you sacrifice any bunnies or anything.

Just send love towards the setting sun.

We love you, Ev.

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 16, 2006 10:11 | link | comments

RIP: Oriana Fallaci
(1930-2006)

"I sat at the typewriter for the first time and fell in love with the words that emerged like drops, one by one, and remained on the white sheet of paper ... every drop became something that if spoken would have flown away, but on the sheets as words, became solidified, whether they were good or bad."

Italian Journalist Oriana Fallaci

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 16, 2006 09:27 | link | comments (1)

For Now

Take a look at those gas prices in the left column display. Under $2.50!

Fill 'er up!

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 16, 2006 08:52 | link | comments

"Random Acts of Love..."

“I’m not able to answer all the calls that I’ve received in the past few days. I’m being comforted by your concern and your support. I want you to know that our lives are all at risk for random acts, but more likely random acts of love will come your way than random acts of violence.”

Read the story of the kick-ass nurse who left this message on her answering maching after defending herself from a killer.

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 16, 2006 08:49 | link | comments

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Lukas Rossi? You've GOT to be kidding me!

"You make my head hurt..."

And didn't Verizon just blow it by running the Survivor: Cook Islands premier commercial featuring the vocals and a photo box of...Gollum, er, Lukas Rossi. The show was over as soon as the commercial aired. Clearly, Verizon filmed commercials with everyone and simply ran the one who won. But to air it mid-show featuring the image and music of the eventual winner?

What a coincidence.

Bah. Dilana or Toby should have won. I can't believe I got sucked in for a second season where the final choice made no sense.

I must just be really out of touch with what constitutes a Rock Star.

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 14, 2006 21:40 | link | comments

Monday, September 11, 2006

Sarah Clark was a teacher who died on 9/11/01.

Please remember her.

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 11, 2006 09:22 | link | comments (1)

Friday, September 08, 2006

Isn't There a Song About This?
(As My Kneecap Gently Bleeds)

What's the best way to make a great first impression on your clinical nursing instructor? Call in on day one after falling down a flight of stairs, of course.

It's a true story but, come on, at my age I'm still busting my ass on a regular basis? You bet I am.

Ow.

Any nurses out there (amongst you eight) know how to get grass stains/blood out of hospital whites without yellowing the fabric? Sometimes bleach isn't the right thing and I don't want to have to RPG this uniform.

Posted by: Likes2mtnbike at September 08, 2006 06:53 | link | comments