Posted by lex, on June 16th, 2011
To ol’ Virginny.
Leaving this AM early-aye oh for Richmond, Virginia via a long, torturous route. Gone to see our only niece get hitched, like, and kids these days, I knew her when.
Back east where everyone talks genteel, and coffee is served with every meal, where dinnertime comes at noon, and supper comes with two kinds of meat, or you dare not call it supper. Where the gentlemen are all capital fellows, and the ladies wear white gloves, are there are no other sort of people. Where you call the waitress “ma’am” and everyone knows your family, boy, and don’t think you’ll get away with anything.
At least that’s the way I remember it.
I’ll be well off the grid for purt near the whole time, but intend to be back in battery again next Tuesday, the Good Lord willing and the crick don’t rise.
The keys are in it, talk amongst yourselves.
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By lex, on July 24th, 2006
The weekend, that is: Spent a half hour longer than I really ought to have blogging on Saturday morning, and by the time I was done, that long hill ride I was all set to do was right out! On account of the unnatural swelter and fetidity.
Global warming, no doubt.
Saw Clerks II with the Hobbit on Sunday afternoon – I remember enjoying the original immensely: It will not speak to my taste, I fear, to report that as one of the first movies I ever purchased for My Very Own. Except perhaps if I also say that the other was Dr. Strangelove – How I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb. Which I still insist is one of the Best. Movies. Ever.
First review on that IMDb site for the original Clerks:
By lex, on October 31st, 2007
Sorry about that. Wasn’t trying to be a drama queen and wasn’t fishing for sympathy votes (although I do appreciate your many kindnesses) but I’d suddenly realized that I wasn’t entirely in control of my environment.
Which is a hard realization for a pilot to make, but one we’ve been trained to respond to: Controls release, throttles idle, speedbrake in.
As mentioned, I plan to be back in battery come tomorrow, albeit at a somewhat lower duty cycle. The fact is that time is the fire we all burn in, and this was taking a great deal more time (and effort) than could responsibly be supported.
So. I know that was a long walk to a small house. Those who’d want to know more are free to follow the jump.
By Lex, on September 16, 2009
You have a few professors from your high school days whose names you still remember. I have mine. Dick Dauphinee taught me to love the English language, and John Youngblood taught me to love Shakespeare. Through their conjoined efforts over what could have been a dreary two years from sophomore to junior year, I was made into a fan of Shakespeare. Nothing in the intervening years has shaken me from that position.
By lex, on January 7, 2007
It’s very nearly a week gone since the 1st of January came and went, bringing with it a pair on New Year’s resolutions and a stupefyingly painful headache. The latter is now gone, while the former are still in play, which – given your correspondent’s track record over the course of the last several – is not to be sneezed at.
So I decided last week to pull out all stops and actually change my dining habits. A diet, yes.
Yes I know. Radical indeed.
January 13, 2006
This may meet or exceed the previous record for brevity. Just so you know.
Where to start?
There are at least 10 11-year old girls in the house right now, on consequence of there having been a girl scout meeting for the Kat’s gang, or claque, or junta, or whatever they call themselves, augmented just at supper time by another set of 11-year olds, who came to house for an entirely separate social reason. You would not credit the noise they can make, gentle reader, when you mix them together, nor the frequency at which they can make it.
I give. OK?