February 26th, 2006

Théoden (Lord of the Rings)

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

There is a Middle Earth race name generator at My Precious. My results:
Your Hobbit Name:
Joshua, from this day forward you will also be known as
Bom Cock-robin Redsmith of the Bree

Your Elven Name:
Jibrylla the Heavy-handed

Your Dwarf Name:
Koibur Fegnus's son

Your Wizard Name:
Incánus , Huntsman of the Valar

I picked up whosamama, Steve and Zach at J.F.K. airport last night. I would have taken their Sienna, but I didn't have a key for it and the Corolla was too nasty for me to drive (and doesn't have a CD player to boot). So that meant the Saturn, which doesn't have the most spacious of back seats.

Willie was very happy to see everybody home. While he has definitely been behaving for me, the fact that the floors in the great room were redone before they all left for Vegas meant that all of the furniture from that room was piled up in the dining room and the living room. And then all of the people that he lives with suddenly disappeared for a few days. For a dog, that's some pretty heinous stuff. So now he's seeing everything getting a little bit more back to normal; as soon as we got home Steve, whosamama and I started moving what furniture we could move back to the proper place. It's rare to see a dog be so relieved.

whosamama has returned to us slightly altered. Strange horn sounds are constantly emanating from her rear every few minutes, like a hunter's clarion call. There are several theories about how this might have happened. One is that she may have sat on a kazoo while in Vegas. Another is that she may have killed and eaten a moose in heat in a post-hypnotic trance. Yet another is that her rear is gradually developing the ability to speak. We are still collating data, though the subject has not been cooperating.
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    just woke up
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Kambei (The Seven Samurai)

No help for the wicked...

My parents have just redone the floors throughout the house, albeit in stages. First came all of the downstairs except the great room, then came the great room itself, which also needed to have a repair done to the perimeter. All of the furniture in the great room needed to be moved out, and now we need to move it back. All that is required is a few minutes so that we can get the television back where it belongs, which weighs about forty thousand metric tons.

I've been having a surprisingly difficult time getting ahold of help for this. D.J. Mad Mike has agreed to come this afternoon, but thus far Dan's phone seems to have mysteriously gone dead halfway through my conversation with him. And everybody else who I would normally tap for this type of work is is either not available or now lives in Bumblefuck.

Harrumph, I say. Harrumph.
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    Cream at Royal Albert Hall, May, 2005
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Conan the King (Conan the Barbarian)

My list of edicts and expected tributes will be posted soon.

I have vanquished my enemies and bathed in their blood. I have taken their land, their horses and their women and spitted their naked infants upon spikes.* I have crushed my opposers beneath my feet and ground their faces into the dirt. I have heard their cries for mercy and have ignored them.

Translation: I have just defeated both my brother and my stepdad at Risk. Beating Steven is actually rather cool as he was playing the game long before I was born.

In other news... The Daily Show takes on MySpace.

* That's Shakespeare, baby. Henry V.