Stuff that passes through my brain

I'm ok

tallgrass — Thu, 02 Aug 2007 02:40:20 GMT

Thank you all for your concerns about my safety. Although the bridge is less than a mile from my house, and I know it like my own backyard, I was safe at home when it collapsed. What a strange unbelievable thing...all I can think of is Oakland and earthquakes. Love you all. tallgrass

"RUA4NR? C!"

tallgrass — Mon, 16 Apr 2007 16:33:18 GMT

Hello lovelies! Inspired by Steig, David's friend Lisa Yee is having a contest on her website to write a story in 25 letters/numbers or less. http://lisayee.livejournal.com/47721.html?view=845417#t845417 The amazing luck/synchronicity of my life continues, as I had just written a 120 letter/word story for David. To fit the rules better, I cut it up into several entries. I thought you might like it. (o; ***Warning...the first one is rather sad*** (The others are much happier!) (o; *********************************** A Series of Coming Out Calls A Sad Story J: (04), IMFA. (04): FURACC, I8U! J: SO. I8U2. (Jay: April, I am a Fae. April: If you are a sissy, I hate you! Jay: ____ hole. I hate you too.) A surprise! J: IMFA. RT: URNFA. SF! J: SIM. RT: M......imfa2. J: UR? RT: S! RT & J: EE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Jay: I am a Fae. Artie: You aren't a Fae. As if! Jay: Yes I am. Artie: Hmmmmmmm..... I am a fae, too. Jay: You are? Artie: Yes! Artie and Jay: Eeeeeeeeeeee!) Jay Swoons… RT: LO? J: I, RT! RT: LO, J! J: IMNXTC! RT: URAQT. J: UR2, QT[3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 41971 69399 37510…]! (Artie: Hello? Jay: Hi, Artie! Artie: Hello, Jay! Jay: I am in ecstasy! Artie: You are a cutie. Jay: You are too, cutie pie! (sorry about the last...wasn't able to find greek letters on this page) The Next Step… J: RU2BZ2C ”QT”? RT: IMABZB... J: O. RT: IN2BZ2CU! J & RT: E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Jay: Are you too busy to see "Cutie"? Artie: I am a busy bee...... Jay: Oh. Artie: I ain't to busy to see *you*! Jay and Artie: EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!) ************************** Smooches to David LaRochelle, the biggest QT[3.14159 26535 89793 23846 26433 83279 50288 41971 69399 37510…] I know! Apologies for the PDA, but it's Spring!!!!!! tallgrass

Fun punning with Janet on Paranomasiacs Tribe

tallgrass — Fri, 23 Dec 2005 07:28:22 GMT

Fun thread of serial punning...take a word from the previous post and pun the topic into the ground... The game had come to a dead stop...so I vamped (perhaps overstretched bilingually) on the previous punner's “but I have many fine trates to add to the mix.” Tallgrass: Sun, November 13, 2005 - 4:59 PM “But Astragal, why are you adding illiterate french windows to the mix? It may be your stile, but I’ll be in a jamb and end up in the casement!" “Oh Architrave, be still. I’d pay a mullion bucks to remove your sash…I hear that you’re double hung…" “Alas my sweet Lunette, you know I cannot, for the gypsies, transom thieves stool our sweet singing oriel, and I must retire to my weephole.” Janet: Sun, November 13, 2005 - 6:03 PM "sweet singing oriel" takies it feather afield; she began orkestrally but soon began to owl. Upon heron this, he raptor in the mouth, egretfully, but it did make her stop raven. Let osprey for her continued recovery and not grouse overmuch. One must, after all, take the bittern with the sweet, and it was but one fowl deed and not done on a lark. tallgrass: Thu, November 17, 2005 - 9:54 PM "But waiter, it'sour turn to be seated. You gave our table to a strange woman and astringent." A mealy ensued between the platinum bland and the acerbic waiter. From Serbia. "Zay are not strange! Zee pungent is our beloved Stephen, and zee tart he is with is Janet, two of our most savory tribefolk.. ************ Stephen: Is this s al ty? I wanted coffee. Janet: Try zesty, it's pretty good. And 50 cent spice you a refill. Stephen insipid her beverage, and agreed. Janet: Fri, November 18, 2005 - 9:14 PM "FROM SERBIA" Could Jamaica harder subject, or how Canadam good punster keep up if you Russia? No risk, no Laos.... But, then you're Uruaguy who can take a hint, so Belize don't get upset if I seem to make a Korea out of punning. So, Denmark your calendar, come to SF and we can go out and Taiwan on! tallgrass: Fri, November 18, 2005 - 10:29 PM "FROM (Marie) CALENDAR" Janet, your Good Humor feeds my Eggo! Sarahlee you know that this Green Giant-grass is Snowden here in Minnesota, Ore-Ida be there in the wink of a Birds Eye. It's one of the be-Stouffers I've had! giantgrass Janet: Sat, November 19, 2005 - 3:58 PM "my Eggo" would that be a Freud eggo? It should be fast food, but Maslow in the kitchen these days even though she's still Jung at heart you Kinsey she's getting old. Other day I was afraid she'd fall and Skinner knee. I Adler right where I could support her, and gave her a 5 Milgram valium to calm her down. tallgrass: Mon, November 28, 2005 - 8:54 PM So sorry to hear Maslow in the kitchen... What the fork is going on with her? She's a fine ladle at her core, but she's been so melonbally lately. Luckily she has Dad, he means mort'a'r than anyone else. He's a grate mandoline on, and his sex a-peel a-pound-s. (Some even say I'm a chip off of his knifeblock, others think me a real baster.) I hope she doesn't get pitter, and finds her zest for life again. sPatula Clark always whisks away the strain for me! Since I don't want to be a pestle close for now. t6 Janet : Tue, November 29, 2005 - 8:19 AM "mandoline" Well, cello there, you sex cymbal! Bassically uke'n say what you like; it's the violins that make me fret. We might have to tabla discussion--organ we sitarselves down without harping on it? I'm more comfortable if I piccolo chair and sip champagne from a flute. If we buy a bottle, what'll viola for it? Baby : Tue, November 29, 2005 - 1:03 PM Did someone mention a flute? I was just Roman around here and thought I saw that. You know I'm gonna column like I see 'em. Not to be arch, but it's all a bunch acrop, po-lease. Spare me the smell or I'll have to install an Ionic breeze. Seriously, we're all just big Dorics around here. We just take a subject that's core inthian we just spew about it. Janet: Tue, November 29, 2005 - 3:19 PM You saw that? Plane as day it was! As the French say, "honi soit qui mallet pense". or was that "E Clamp-us vitus" (as in, plier with drink) ?...anyhow, I was getting my nails done with thescrewdly made files when I saw something in the corner and realized it was a pile of ratchet! Ugh! You know the drill: de-vise a trap and do your level best to get rid of awl of them. I think theyballpeen gotten rid of by now....living in a wrench style house, there is only so many places they can go. Cary : Tue, November 29, 2005 - 7:15 PM Not to fly off the handle, but it seems I spent far too much of the Thanksgiving break in planes, jetting off to the East Coast, having a few turkey wings, and gliding back again. I didn't pitch 'er that so much time in the airfoils one's efforts to drift off to a peaceful sleep. <yaw 'n> Maybe the Thanksgiving travels next year will be more of a lift, rather than the jetlag leaving me with my head stuck in a cloud. tallgrass: Fri, December 2, 2005 - 8:10 AM "gliding" Ah, I remember that sylky summer's eve in KY. ID spent a lovely (though wet) afternoon with Grace Slick and Boi (Toyz) George, and we decided to add magic by replens-ing our bread and boy butter and using a bit of elbow grease to clean up the joint. Janet: Fri, December 2, 2005 - 5:48 PM "Grace Slick" Jorma best source of new pun material to keep me from Balin on this thread. Some folks just Kantner the quantity we are spewing out. Hmm..where to go from here? The suSpence is killing me! Not sure what to do with Cassady...I may not succeed now, but I can at least Dry, den. Baby: Fri, December 2, 2005 - 7:40 PM "Cassady" OK, are we quite ready for the music to become Dead? Would we be grateful? I know it may be Weir to keep going on, but that the crux, man. Don't get brent out of shape about it. We can always Jerry-rig a new topic if we don't have the Hart to continue. Sorry, someone must have slipped me a mickey there. Of course, if we donna wanna continue, we can just give it some space. Sound of drums opn that one, hey? I'm writing a lot. I don't mean to be a pig pen. Janet: Fri, December 2, 2005 - 11:15 PM "sound of drums" So what's new bayou? I've been swamped recently, as you can sea. But I feel lake a new woman since using this lOcean--just pour it strait from the bottle, it comes out in a stream. Watery leaf! tallgrass: Mon, December 5, 2005 - 10:41 PM "just" "Be Prepared, if you brave the kind of weather we've got out there," Reverent Trustworthy said. "I'm not going out at all! Once I helpful the laundry, I'm going to get a whole cheerful of cookies, take them t-obedient all thrify or sixty," Friend Ly replied. " It'd do (y)a good turn daily income so you can pay the rent or I'll take you to courteous guys will sue youse." "Don't lo-yal at me. This boys-cout is really bad, and I can hardly walk on that big toe at all!" Janet: Tue, December 6, 2005 - 11:31 AM "courteous guys" I got new prince of some earl-y Maurice Chivalry movies, a peerless choice though often viscounted for his collaborationism--I'd have duked it out with him given a chance. Anyway, a full knight of watching them is too much. I got sir-ly and started to page through a copy of E-squire instead. Royal be coming over later but Castle can't make it due to a prior boo-king. Well, gonna palace off the last of this coffee and queen up a bit. tallgrass: Tue, December 6, 2005 - 12:11 PM "Why the heavy ci-der?" "I'll go tisane if we don't get this vacation! Wassail tonight at midnight, and you should hear the nastea coffee's got! Last night he begged, 'Ma-te--k me to the hospital.'" "So I drove him there at br-eggnog speed, ignoring the limits...I don't know why they even bother to Postum. He was chai at first with the doctor, but then yelled "That tastes like choc!-olate me go home!" Janet: Thu, December 8, 2005 - 6:01 PM "to the hospital" A cat scans the garden: The impatients are lovely, but the English I.V. is so overgrown it wraps like a nurse around the tree. The cat thinks it hears an enema and takes off like a shot, but its just dose Labs next door. Meanwhile, Tonto, disguised as an orderly, bedpans "That's neat, Chemosabe!" tallgrass: Sat, December 10, 2005 - 4:08 PM Party Dip Conversation with Tonto "Ding-dong " "Why, it's Mark and Patsy Simpleton!" "Hi! Im-becile take your coat." "Jack, ass your mom before you take more dip." "I'll have schmo! This dip's the dope, give me moron my chips! Or give me the bowl and a straw, and I'll sucker dry in three saps." "Need any more help in the kitchen? Id-iot to pigeon like you asked." "I'll have to bring some to my ninny. It's jester cup of tea!" "Du-pe--ople always goof-renzried when you put out a bowl-fool?" "What's your se-cretin-gredient?" Janet: Sun, December 11, 2005 - 6:37 PM "take your coat." Ah, he has the gift of garb, and will cullotte as it is, while I pleat guilt to skirting the issue and often slack off. Just don't give me a dressing gown over it! Of corset may not matter, as I have no vested interest in which is the more suitable approach. Just not worth getting kilt over! tallgrass Sun, December 11, 2005 - 9:01 PM Highland Camping *or* Scottish With No Macs *********************** I Kenzie you Farlane on the cold ground. Just Neil down here, and you Kinlay with your mother. Naughton to Pherson, Ewan Aulay here and take a Nab. I Beth your Dougall Phail safe here too, and keep his Intyre Kinnon kith warm with his furry coat. You Callum over here, Innes-much as I Phail ill, and can’t speak Leod-ly with my Laren-gitis.

Silly note I wrote

tallgrass — Fri, 11 Nov 2005 16:37:34 GMT

This is a note I sent out to my chorus. Sometimes I make myself laugh. ************************** Hello brothers in song! I am looking for a pianist who could be at the piano and CD player for a Bass sectional. S/He doesn't necessarily need to be in the chorus, but to be able to play with both hands at the same time (unlike finger-plunking me), provide enough of a underlying chord structure to keep things going, and throw in non-bass lines when possible. Clearly, the greater your talent, the more appreciated you will be. Although it is always a privilege to witness the divine rumblings of the Basses, I can offer emolument in the form of barter. I have two options: I am a massage therapist, and a handyman/remodeler. I could offer a one-hour massage or two hours of home repair (or gift certificates, I guess, if you are selfless or stress-free and/or apartment dwelling) in exchange for nimble ivory-tickling, and, if it works out for you, hosting the sectional. tallgrass Bass Section Leader PS: No, Foster, I don't barter for that! That I give away freely and fully, when there is the right energy, joy, lustful ching chi, and understood intent. Ya silly perv! ;-)

had had had had

tallgrass — Fri, 11 Nov 2005 16:01:53 GMT

(Word freaks conversation) *********************** One of my favorite word oddities: Punctuate this series of words so it makes sense: /tom where mary had had had had had had had had had had had the approval of the teacher/ I think I originally saw this in Willard Espy's "Words at Play". tallgrass **reply to this post** Tom And now, of course: Tallgrass, where I had had "had had had had had had had had had had", had had "had had had had had had had had had had had"; "Had had had had had had had had had had had" had had the approval of the teacher. **reply to this post** tallgrass Tee hee hee hee hee! ;-) Tom: Thank you for being gracious, and giving me the correct answer in your new example. Smooch! To clarify, I thought it was gracious when you gave yourself 10 "had"s, and me 11, and then noted that the teacher agreed that 11 was the correct answer. Your chivalry is appreciated. tg **reply to this post** Tom You're welcome. I understood. But come to think of it, I could have given myself a milliion. Then you'd still have been correct, but I would have made a "better" sentence, had-count-wise. **reply to this post** tallgrass Gasp! You blasphemer, you rebel, you... The teacher...is always...always...right! As a semi-professional teacher's pet (and a semi-professional petter of teachers), I cannot allow this to rest unchallenged. Quelle horrors. Tallgrass (threatening to transform into his alterego **Prairiefire**) :-) reply to this post

Word fun

tallgrass — Fri, 11 Nov 2005 15:43:43 GMT

faux-'mo-nym (noun): a name adopted by a straight man to express his inner homosexual. Billy Bob sheds a sometimes burdensome heritage when he moves to Chelsea and becomes William Robert, although his birth certificate and mother still call him Billy Bob. see also, pseudonym, drag name, metrosexual *from Fr. /faux/ (false) + /mo/ (alt. /'mo/, abbreviated form of /homo/ (homosexual) + nym (name) or-tho-nym: (noun): a birthname reclaimed in an act of self-empowerment. Chuckie, at age 43, re-declares as the wise Charles, Marjie steps into her power as the chic Margaret, Cindy assumes the regal crown of Cynthia. see: midlife awakening, cronehood, menopause *from /ortho/ (true) + /nym/ (name) ****** Cool thing found when I was deciding between /recto/ and /ortho/: verso folio: turned leaf One of those elegant phrases it will be fun to fit into conversation...seasonal, also... I had never expanded the concept of a turning over a new leaf to include the existence of the leaf, unimportant as discarded wrapping paper. Perhaps the turned leaf has equal importance as the moment/s of erotic climax (which gets a great deal of attention!). *************** verso noun versos 1. The back of a loose sheet of printed paper. 2. The left-hand page of two open pages. Compare recto. Etymology: 19c: Latin, from /verso folio/ turned leaf.

This will make me smile all day!

tallgrass — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 16:26:19 GMT

http://www.livejournal.com/users/childunit/112356.html