I must extend my profuse apologies to everyone who has asked me "WTF is up with your blog, Dude?" Well, the simple answer is not much, but the longer answer involves "our" wireless router at home. I put the qualifier "our" in quotes because it turns out that I've been stealing bandwidth from our neighbors. That's right. Stuffing wireless in my filthy pockets and running out of the interwebs mall. You see, when we moved from the ghetto (West Oakland) to Candyland (Berkeley), our old modem decided to go kerplooey so we got a new more fabulous one from AT&T. After we did that, we discovered that our wireless router wasn't compatible any more.
Or was it???? I was still able to connect, so we didn't believe the tech support guy at AT&T. What do they know, right?
So, I've been able to get on the interwebs and post (albeit sporadically) to this blog over the last 4 months or so, but I've not been paying that close attention to the name of the network I've been joining. Heck, I even get a signal from Sacred Rose Tattoo from across the street, but those jerks have it password protected, as do the rest of the selfish, anti-social cretins who call themselves my neighbors. The nerve!!! When I finally decided to update my blog a couple of weeks ago with news about my recent attempts at spinning and plying, I discovered that there were no active networks for me to join, so I thought our modem was down. It was then I realized that modem does NOT equal wireless router.
Which brings to the purpose of the included photo. Anthony and I have been going through all of our things and have decided to let those things go that aren't really adding value to our lives. And let's face it, campers. Naked pictures of Madonna cavorting with several dozen of her closest sex worker friends? What was I thinking? Not too clearly. But, my folly can be your windfall. Do YOU want a lovely coffee table book that is fun for the entire family???? Ever wondered what Madge's lulu looked like? All this and a limited edition cd of Justify My Love. I gotta pay for that new wireless router somehow....
I can honestly say that I've never had the least amount of interest in Madge's lulu. Or in the bits and bobs of her sex worker friends. I'm sure someone out there will, though.
ReplyDeleteHonestly? Mel, I thought you'd JUMP at the opportunity!
ReplyDeleteLulu? Is that what we're calling it these days? My parents told me it was called "tweedle twaddle". Which, admit it, sounds nastier than just about anything. Oh, and boys? Boys have "squirelly squirellies". My parents are *weird*.
ReplyDeleteHee hee. Okay, I made that up. Actually, my sister and mother referred to their "privates" as "lucy". Isn't that more INSANE. Oh, and Karen, your parents are NUTS!
ReplyDeleteOk, my daughter called it her 'toilie' when she was little, and now we just call it 'yoni' because hippies have the best terminology for everything....bummer about the Candyland fiasco, that really stinks. We had someone invade out non-password protected network and change the name of our network to 'password protect your network a**hole'. Isn't THAT so neighborly??
ReplyDeleteOh, 1990's; how I miss thee! I remember wishing I was a shaved headed, body-piereced bodybuilder skipping around NYC in baggy cut-off light jean shorts, white T-shirt and black Army boots.
ReplyDeleteSix out of seven ain't bad. But no need to relive it on the coffee table.
Stephen, the only thing that has changed is that you're in SF. mmmmmKAY?!!!
ReplyDeleteHeather, is this the same person who fussed at you for laughing. Sounds like the same m.o. - destroy all happiness in those around you!
ReplyDeleteand I LOVE the word "yoni". I will endeavor to use it each and every day!
ReplyDeleteMike, I think I have a wireless router in my basement that you can have. I'll look for it.
ReplyDeleteWe called them...oh, that's right, we didn't call them anything. Talk about weird parents...in our house, genitalia did not exist!
Mike is referring to a wireless router I gave to him.
ReplyDeleteFor free.
I suspect he will be using the Madonna Sex book and other sale income to buy yarn.
Which is the proper thing to do.
When i ws a squirt, I called it my deenie! You know, it was down there and in me! lol, silly kid, silly grownup I am!!!! Nice to visit you! I really like your Eischer fishgan!!!!
ReplyDeleteEver late on the uptake, I just saw your comment on one of my shedir photos and figured you'd more likely see the response this way. The only thing I can tell you about the cables is ditch the cable needle and learn do do them without. Since they're mostly two stitch cables, it's pretty easy to do. The only thing you have to teach yourself not to do is put tension on the stitches on either side of the two you're slipping off the needles. With a tiny bit of practice, though, it's possible to develop a good rhythm and move right along with them.
ReplyDeleteHey there :)
ReplyDeleteI pulled your name for my contest-- you won a GC to Frost Fish Cove Soaps :) Can you email me? Thanks! (And congrats!)