I just felt like typing that. It's been stuck in my head for days. So has "All Apologies" by Nirvana, but I doubt they're related. Or maybe they are. Hell if I know.

Anyway, we keep on going, yah? We keep on going.

Someone do me a solid and bring this on topic?

I've had an earworm for a few days. Probably because of the title, "Demons Are A Girls Best Friend". Fairly heavy, but a fun video.

I'd rather close the wall up with the walking dead.

Well, Powerwolf does use mortician's makeup...so you're probably good.

n/t

We say that all the time here in San Diego.
Followed, of course, by "You have your board, right?"

Surf's up, dudes. Life's short -- ride a wave.

Paddled out. Board pulled me back to shore by the ankle.

Paddled out! Fell off board. (Dragged around by leash. See above.)

Paddled out. Vibed on board. Beautiful. Popped uppish sideways! Fell off board. (Board bonks me in head, drags me around)

Popped up! Pearled. Fear of pile driver. Sit on shore and take in Trestles. Mourn Dana Point. Get old. Never surf.



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Sounds like my snow-skiing talent. Fell getting into line for the lesson and sprained my ankle. Decided there really is no need for me to ski.

Captainklutz...I had a similar experience.

All the cool kids in high school belonged to the ski club. I talked my parents into buying me the whole outfit of skiis, boots, poles, ski jacket etc. I went on the bus up to the very primitive ski slopes (can't call it a resort) that had a rope tow.

I took lessons for two trips and by the third trip figured I could go all the way to the top (BIG mistake). I fell off the rope tow about half way up on the non-groomed side. One ski pole went hurtling down the mountain. I had to be rescued by the ski patrol. My days of being one of the cool kids in ski club were over and so was my skiing!

but there isn't anything to brag about. Trufax.

Waxing poetic

Because someone has to...Pun spelled backwards is "nup", and a nup is a nup.

Waxing on, waxing off, and so the world keeps turning...

Here's my feeble attempt to bring this on topic:

Another month has gone by without any attempt by Mormons to "minister" to this happy ex-Mo. But it's now a new month so once more unto the breach!

A bunch of Interpol songs have been in my head.

There mostly about a Lovelorn Paul Banks.

I hadn't heard of Interpol before. Checked out a couple of videos on YouTube. Sort of remind me of early REM with less obscure lyrics!

Thanks!

I WAS in the breach today doing the midsummer berry cane prune. You have to keep them off the grass or the damn things will root but you have to leave enough sun canes to shield the fruit. How are your berries doing this year? We are going to have a bumper crop but I don't think I will work up the energy for jam. It is SO much work! Only a little blood today so YAY!!!!!

We're almost there. Mine are kind of tart, but the birds like them just fine. I also have some hazelnut and apple thieves (friggin raccoons and squirrels), but they gotta eat, too. I'd rather they jack fruit and nuts than dig around in my worm bins, garbage, or compost, plus taking the fallen apples keeps the yellow jackets away.

I saw some kids walking around with buckets - the blackberries abound(!) on a length of a small road that gets full sun.

Mine, yeah - the canes need some killing. I cut them back about once a month. I've been keeping them out of the yard as best as I can, but I can't do a damn thing about them on the river bank. I might rent some goats.

My trash pump is supposed to be delivered today, so I'm pretty jazzed about that. I think the intake hose is too short, though. We'll see.

I owe you an email. I suck. I'm sorry. May I use my dog's TPLO surgery last Saturday as an excuse? She's making me nuts.

This is how I used to feel prior to bishop interrogations:

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man,
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, conjure up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage:
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock.........

When I grew out of mormonism and all other isms it was:

Cry ‘God for Harry! England! and Saint George!'

There my friends, are we on topic??

Briggy

I woke up feeling kind of "Meh. Blargh. Ugh."

Now I feel "Yay! Nothing gonna keep me down."

Of course, it could be the coffee.

Nonetheless, I do love y'all more than you will *ever* know.