I am a grammar god! Bow before me!

Grammar God!

You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

If your mission in life is not already to preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!

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In all honesty, I was a bit surprised — while I’m generally fairly sure of my ability to use the English language, some of the quiz questions actually had me debating and choosing whichever one “felt right”. Apparently my instincts haven’t gotten too terribly sloppy yet after all!

(via Shelley)

iTunes: “Habanera from Carmen” by Bizet, Georges from the album Trainspotting #2 (1994, 2:08).

Rockypalooza

This is more than a little tempting: This year’s Rocky Horror Picture Show convention, Rockypalooza, will be here in Seattle next month.

Rockypalooza II: Forbidden Palooza draws Rocky Horror fans from all over this end of the continent. It’s an excuse to share our fabulous obsession through shows, preshows and, ahem, post shows. It gives us an opportunity to get to know other people that perform in the area and to share a larger, more elaborate experience with theatergoers. We can find and share Rocky memorabilia. Also, we can settle that whole being-turned-to-a-pillar-of-salt/ getting run out of town by a pitchfork n’ torch mob thing once and for all.

(via LJ Seattle)

Any true Scot would cringe

I saw a guy walking down the street outside of the club this weekend wearing a Utilikilt “baggy style.”

With the beltline around his hips, and boxers sticking up over the waistband.

That’s just so, so wrong.

iTunes: “Trumpets of Dawn” by Discordia from the album Essential Chillout (1999, 3:41).

Goodbye Uncle Bud

“Uncle Bud”, my great-uncle, passed away last week.

Byron E. Wilson, 84, Martinsville [Indiana], died at 1:35 a.m. on Sunday, March 28, 2004, at his residence.

Born Nov. 2, 1919, in Morgan County, he was the son of Earl O. and Bessie Maree (Hamilton) Wilson. He married Margaret E. (Reynolds) Wilson Nov. 29, 1941. She survives.

Wilson was a mail carrier in Martinsville for 37 years, retiring in 1980.

He was a member of First Christian Church in Martinsville, American Legion Post 230, Veteran of Foreign Wars Post 1257, volunteer firefighter and treasurer for the Green Township Fire Department. He was a 1937 Martinsville High School graduate.

He drove School of Hope children through the Red Cross and was a veteran of the Army Air Force during World War II.

He enjoyed playing music and was an avid gardener.

Other survivors include a son, James Earl Wilson, Gosport; daughters, Judy Arend, Madison, Wis., Donna Dickison, Martinsville, Kathy Davenport, Flemingsburg, Ky., Patti Wiggins, Martinsville and Karen Parks, Monrovia and 10 grandchildren, Michelle Bailey, Shaun and Michael Arend, Amber Wilson, Matthew, Daniel, Joseph and Benjamin Wiggins and Rebecca and Sara Davenport.

A sister, Mary Flora Hanscom, and a great-grandchild preceded him in death.

As I grew up in Alaska, my memories of Uncle Bud are limited to the times we went down to Indiana to visit dad’s side of the family. My grandmother’s home was just next door to Uncle Bud and Aunt Peg (if I’m remembering correctly, her house was actually on his property), only a few minutes walk across a field from one door to the other.

All the memories I have of him, though, are pleasant ones — a friendly, smiling, older man, watching all the various kids and grandkids of his family run around during our visits. I believe at one point he let me drive his riding lawnmower around the field, resulting in little actual mowing, and culminating in the unfortunate wounding of an innocent tree when I failed to turn quite when I should.

Bye, Uncle Bud. You’ll be missed.

Not sound medical advice

I really think that going out dancing is one of the best things I can do for myself when getting over a bug. It doesn’t sound like the usual cure, but it seems to work for me. I figure it’s something along these lines:

First off, I’m not goofy enough to go out when I’m feeling my worst.

Secondly, I move enough when I dance that it goes a long way to working out the stiffness and soreness in my muscles from that wonderful full-body ache you get when fighting off a bug. Short of having a professional masseuse at my beck and call, dancing seems to be the best way to get rid of that.

And lastly, the exercise forces me to breathe deeply enough that when I do have to cough, I’m more likely to get a good, from-the-bottom-of-the-lungs cough that actually does some good, rather than just shallow little hacking coughs that just aggravate things.

Now, keep in mind that I Am Not A Doctor (I just play one in our nation’s hospitals).

But it seems to work for me.

iTunes: “Going Out of My Head” by Fatboy Slim from the album Jackal, The (1997, 5:12).

Attack of the Killer…Lemons?

It’s the little things that can make living in Seattle fun. While this didn’t happen to me, I got a laugh out of reading about it.

Mickey is one of the bartenders at The Vogue. Saturday night, she had fun with some of her customers

I am apparently highly entertaining to British punk guys. I told one of them if he didn’t quit standing in my serving area I was going to pelt him with lemons. He stepped into it, so I pelted him with lemon wedges. Which led to his buddy saying, “Yeah, I’m his lawyer and you violated him or something.” To which I replied, “We don’t violate anyone here that doesn’t ask nicely.”

Periodically for the rest of the night, he’d step into the serving area and point to where he wanted to be pelted with lemons.

Later on, the club bouncer mentioned something to her:

And according to Umbrikatus I was pelting members of KMFDM with lemons last night. Go me. They seemed to like it.

iTunes: “Light (Lighthouse)” by K.M.F.D.M. from the album Light (1994, 5:04).