What my plan was when I created the ZOT

(and how I ended up) ^ | June 28, 2010 | Lord Dagon

[Darksheare]

Pressed coffee, I haven’t brewed my stuff to the point you could press it.
But I shall try.

[Tolerance Sucks Rocks]

Your little choo choo has gone chugging around the bend...

[Darksheare]

“Ma’am.. I’m afraid that your house is infested. With LOLcats.”

[Darksheare]

The train whistle is only for those tricky crossings.
Don’t want to be sued during the procedure you know.
And OSHA, don’t want OSHA coming down on you for it too!

[Tax-chick]

True, true.

[NicknamedBob]

"Is a mind supposed to smell like old velvet and sea salt? And is it supposed to feel like cool shade with some crunchy bits?"

Only if it is also attended by the gentle aromas of arsenic and old lace ... in the quiet bywaters of a place called ... "The Twilight Zone".

[Tax-chick]

Catastrophe strikes here: Tom fell off his bicycle on the way home from swim practice this morning and was in a pathetic state when he made it in the door. A couple hours later when DP returned from sailing class, he was feeling a bit better, but they went to the corner emergency clinic anyway.

Good news is that neither his head nor his arm is broken. Bad new is that his arm is in a sling, which will be a real problem at Boy Scout camp, for which they are supposed to leave tomorrow. I wish we could send him back in time and make him be more careful!

Mrs. Don-o, all my choir folks said they’d pray for the boy in Colombia. None could think of any special prayers for the sick that they use, but I’ll ask the Deacon tomorrow: he has a book!

[Darksheare]

So that’s why Rod Serling has been hanging out here.

[Darksheare]

If it strikes with geographic accuracy, you can put a large red X on the ground and tell the young ones to avoid that spot.
(So much time could have been saved growing up if just that had been done.)

[Tax-chick]

He could go back tomorrow and put a red X, but that wouldn’t help him yesterday. And what day is it in Singapore, anyway?

Unnngh.

[Darksheare]

*in voice of Dib from Ivader Zim*
I don’t know.
*chuckle*

[Tax-chick]

It looks like Tom will be able to go to camp and do his activities, with some difficulties the first couple of days. They don’t have to set up tents or cook! He won’t be able to paddle a kayak at first, but hopefully by mid-week it will be possible.

[Darksheare]

Excellent!
Tell him not to overdo it.
(Like I did.)

[Darksheare]

I saw a vending machine that says "This machine will not accept Canadian Curreny".

Which got me thinking... what the devil is curreny?

[Tax-chick]

A food product ... and of course you don’t want to put food in the vending machine through the coin slot!

[Darksheare]

Interesting that the machine is descriminating against Curreny from Canada.

[Tax-chick]

Theirs has moose fat in it. Very gummy.

[NicknamedBob]

"He won’t be able to paddle a kayak at first, but hopefully by mid-week it will be possible."

I was watching one of those instructional survival shows on cable a few weeks or months ago, (not what they call "Reality Shows", which are all about politics, instead of useful skills and abilities).

I'm talking about survival!, like when your bush plane crashes in a snowy wilderness and you have to find or make shelter and get food, or die. That kind of survival.

Anyway, just to make it "interesting", as they say on the golf course, the host decided to pretend that his arm was injured. So he put his arm into a sling and tried to to everything one-handed. Just to make it interesting, see?

I thought it was stupid, because he knew, and he knew we knew, that it wasn't really injured.

Just show us what we need to know to survive. If our arm gets banged up before we start our trial, we'll know what to do about it, m'kay?

Anyway, as I was saying before I got interrupted, Tom may get even more out of this episode than he had thought he might, because he'll have to do what he has to do while favoring a bum wing. That should make it "interesting".

[Darksheare]

I did the stupid act of gritting my teeth and grinning through the pain.
[hint: VEEErrrry stupid.]

[Tax-chick]

He has some drugs. I need to fill out the “has some drugs” form for him to take tomorrow.

He couldn’t get his socks and shoes on, with one hand, earlier.