Archive for September, 2007

As we pulled off of I-40 to get on Highway 9 into Black Mountain on Thursday we did our traditional/ceremonial rolling down of the windows to take in that Blue Ridge Mountain air.

Us:  “Do you smell that Young Extroverted One?”

YEO:  “Yeah, it smells like dog.”

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This was from a conversation we had while we were at our church’s family retreat on 9/15/2007.

Young Extroverted One:  “Dad, I’m happy I’m a girl.”

Me:  “Oh yeah? Why?”

YEO:  “Because girls have babies.”

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. . . your brotitude is so brossential that, in many ways, you are the ultimate brototype: You sprung out of the brotean ooze at the very broment of creation, unformed, unmolded, and became the ultimate bro, more powerful than any who came brofore. I don’t fear your power, bro, but I respect it. And I will always brobey it.Brosemite Sam. Potassium Bromide. Brobi Wan Kenobi. Brover Norquist.Like Broseph Stalin, you are leading the way to the dictatorship of the broletariate. It is truly revbrolutionary. Like the Bro v. Wade of our generation. You brobliterate the enemy from the very peak of Mt. Brolympus. That’s some shit. That’s brolific. But that’s the kind of bro you are.

Bro-S.A.! Bro-S.A.! I’m so pumped right now! Bro-S.A.!

You are the epitome of bro, in every brossible way, and that’s the Bro’s honest truth, bro. I may have a bropensity for broverstatement, but this no mere hyperbrole: You are 100 brocent, absbrolutely the broest. Brotally.

I wish I had the words to describe what a good friend you are, dude.

h/t: chez béz which led me to the Onion

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or “Be still, stop chattering” Also known as The Coffee Cantata.

“If I can’t drink my bowl of coffee three times daily, then in my torment I will shrivel up like a piece of roast goat.”

My Beautiful Wickedness)

This is what I come up with when all I’m doing at the moment is surfing through favorite blogs that have led me to other blogs I don’t normally read. I have never heard of this cantata. I will now have to find said cantata and possibly add a snippet of it to my phone as a new ringtone or maybe an alarm to wake up to.

That’s all I got today as I sit at work babysitting some meetings whose companies have the audacity to hold meetings in my hotel on a Saturday! Those bastards! On top of that it’s a home game for Vandy and considering we have the team holding their defense and offense meetings before the game and the stadium is directly behind the hotel I’d much rather be at home than right here.

I’ll leave you with this snippet of the cantata with which I dedicate and give a shout out to the Rev Java Dude:

Aria Lieschen
Mm! how sweet the coffee tastes, more delicious than a thousand
kisses, mellower than muscatel wine. Coffee, coffee I must have, and if
someone wishes to give me a treat, ah, then pour me out some coffee!

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I’m not a violent guy.  In fact, I abhor pain.  Pain that would accompany a strong punch to the face or midsection.  Maybe that’s why I watch hockey but don’t play hockey.  But, when I see a Brown Recluse spider on my bathroom counter I conjure up all the rage that I can carry within in this sorta-hippie, peace-loving body of mine and squish that little sucker with such vengence I worry that I will crack the countertop and wake up my beautiful wife.

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