tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277161322024-02-07T20:28:11.941-06:00Pony No Morewhere are you going with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-92156967699911601522008-03-30T00:32:00.002-05:002008-03-30T00:34:51.621-05:00Nuptials.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyz8eCfuA43gY5KBKJiGb5Oz6ETgEbHuzkF7f8ehvCgYydoKluKB5q_C90jB4wNwb3etMwqOZKAwiiQg0cu3lz0UgglvfDrrHw08Gtl-q5vV_ejIutFxhfy2klMwb65Tb8vqK/s1600-h/foob328.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183403690123264066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyz8eCfuA43gY5KBKJiGb5Oz6ETgEbHuzkF7f8ehvCgYydoKluKB5q_C90jB4wNwb3etMwqOZKAwiiQg0cu3lz0UgglvfDrrHw08Gtl-q5vV_ejIutFxhfy2klMwb65Tb8vqK/s400/foob328.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-88198925744122177302008-03-27T01:33:00.002-05:002008-03-27T01:36:30.305-05:00foobery continued.<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Is it just me, or is April getting really...busty...lately?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">WHY</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">WHY</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">WHY</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBkUcDqTrv12GgJqDyLeketBmqDhlwOFAgXjpaqLtDHVJFEiNttTl_kIil_SYVa44mGkMy0p8R26M2ANFnzhvVpJ9fO7LV79mNd9E2XrLj0XzmKoN1ToGM7ehUDHY7IpENwxL/s1600-h/foob326.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182306502072795186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinBkUcDqTrv12GgJqDyLeketBmqDhlwOFAgXjpaqLtDHVJFEiNttTl_kIil_SYVa44mGkMy0p8R26M2ANFnzhvVpJ9fO7LV79mNd9E2XrLj0XzmKoN1ToGM7ehUDHY7IpENwxL/s400/foob326.bmp" border="0" /></a></div>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-66076789768323218902008-03-25T04:56:00.004-05:002008-03-27T01:39:15.200-05:00Foobery II.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuPQkmP7rOJfP_fBYMwol-ZShuc6V0Lw7Udh-7y4WnvmhZuXJK9ADuMmtheT9HwmXMvT4UxDEyhTWsDwQqF8Kn9x0CtZ0ogVgUi3R_jek8tOuOczjVJy9S9HDyy1mbCxVq8nT/s1600-h/fbofwring2.GIF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181616305123295266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvuPQkmP7rOJfP_fBYMwol-ZShuc6V0Lw7Udh-7y4WnvmhZuXJK9ADuMmtheT9HwmXMvT4UxDEyhTWsDwQqF8Kn9x0CtZ0ogVgUi3R_jek8tOuOczjVJy9S9HDyy1mbCxVq8nT/s400/fbofwring2.GIF" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Dear Lynn and minions,</div><div>Please don't sue.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Your obd't servant,</div><div>St. Tibulus</div>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-64081610794614037492008-03-25T03:27:00.006-05:002008-03-25T04:08:38.677-05:00Foobery.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUema_hZx9Qc7IQbiJfQdv7b_bnhQIQYHmygJ2gQW13euqHERQ2E6DFiFuSPwItjA9Y_lyq6aN09gfsAYfMSpKylYgH-Vbfqw8WfcgmXRQttkKva-1qFaeF3X4fcbZ0smISthJ/s1600-h/foob325.GIF"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181594237581328402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUema_hZx9Qc7IQbiJfQdv7b_bnhQIQYHmygJ2gQW13euqHERQ2E6DFiFuSPwItjA9Y_lyq6aN09gfsAYfMSpKylYgH-Vbfqw8WfcgmXRQttkKva-1qFaeF3X4fcbZ0smISthJ/s400/foob325.GIF" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The long-awaited Engagement is upon us! You just know that Elly is more excited for Engagement than the actual marriage. And Liz's pants have been growing upward and outward at an alarming rate. </div><div> </div><div>Note to self: <a href="http://www.blambot.com/fonts.shtml">better fonts</a> in future.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMewklVQQsO_WTvQWRtY3OTu8zP0gpy3ljlRRnRFDW4PAtwR3QYhuJhJTV_BVsSNY95nyH8o34bCt91ZXMaVpGgGLPpfcjvzzodVtcJWcVeyJyTK8kvN306FX_RJL2mEmpRb0O/s1600-h/foob325.GIF"></a></div>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-26072476532101972922007-02-16T01:10:00.000-06:002007-02-16T02:33:53.147-06:00pop quiz<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Q. Which of these crazy kids:</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a) talks sense;</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">b) does NOT bring shame on a world religion;</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">c) does NOT spew tripe about the Jews, teh gayz, and the like;</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">d) does NOT leave a funky taste in my mouth; <em>and</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">e) possesses a tasty skin that I find irresistable, even though my ma always warns me that the outer filth ha</span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">s probably not been scrubbed off?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUnT1AOshQk33ZwdemC0-zMsoIlSpKZ611roaoGIKE9Mmf_vMxJyYFqizCIjt5rYDQl2hFj6Wu7ivbGPypGkaO7dChxGf5Y6wEEtxDDa3rqPWv2VA2D5yXX65XNU2u6s_g5O6/s1600-h/250px-Donohue.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032026025808854802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUnT1AOshQk33ZwdemC0-zMsoIlSpKZ611roaoGIKE9Mmf_vMxJyYFqizCIjt5rYDQl2hFj6Wu7ivbGPypGkaO7dChxGf5Y6wEEtxDDa3rqPWv2VA2D5yXX65XNU2u6s_g5O6/s320/250px-Donohue.png" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong>Fig. A</strong><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">William "Bill" Donahue</span><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLY7DOQvXQN5ployamXQTx7mQ0EBmK30XrR0XERrFwGvW1R48CN_94Fv0GFb-Bjc01XyOUTnXtQSuEeQWOUrPVBQsyrqqwJz0YxDo5ARFWIO9VZUT_Isca3Y7eS_taa8t9TrX/s1600-h/5aday_sweet_potato.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032042076101639986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLY7DOQvXQN5ployamXQTx7mQ0EBmK30XrR0XERrFwGvW1R48CN_94Fv0GFb-Bjc01XyOUTnXtQSuEeQWOUrPVBQsyrqqwJz0YxDo5ARFWIO9VZUT_Isca3Y7eS_taa8t9TrX/s200/5aday_sweet_potato.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Fig. B</strong> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">A sweet potato.</span></span></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>A.</strong> Trick question! I find William "Bill" Donahue neither tasty nor irresistable, although my ma did warn me about lunatics like him (I think it was the story of the teenagers who found the hook dangling from their car...) Hooray for <strong>SWEET POTATO!!!</strong>, favorite treat of all patriotic Americans.</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These brethren are both fine examples of a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_potato">starchy, tuberous root</a>. However, consumption of William "Bill" Donahue may lead to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweet_potato#Ethnomedical_Uses">diabetes, hookworm, hemorrhage, and abscesses</a> (also: William "Bill" Donahue actually <em>prevents</em> me from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galactogogue">lactating</a>), while <strong>SWEET POTATO!!! </strong>cures all. <strong>SWEET POTATO!!!</strong>,<strong> </strong>for a smooth and sensuous mouthfeel. Yes, <strong>SWEET POTATO!!!</strong>, for cleansing the palate after I throw up in my mouth a little.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></p></span>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-85308954307732225022007-02-14T12:05:00.000-06:002007-02-14T15:33:09.014-06:00valentine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqgmFOg_ofr487NE7GgrF8hAs0WvIRmN02CECy85X6Nq87X-PmsjeQFIHsTVp6Q0fGewUAIT_g8RRtZyLalfwPdvc3xZmM8AemBcpzKDqkDIA5Sw3xOjkGGKHWHrXSW4mtpnf/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031452634789936898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqgmFOg_ofr487NE7GgrF8hAs0WvIRmN02CECy85X6Nq87X-PmsjeQFIHsTVp6Q0fGewUAIT_g8RRtZyLalfwPdvc3xZmM8AemBcpzKDqkDIA5Sw3xOjkGGKHWHrXSW4mtpnf/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy Valentine's Day to my sweets, who (I imagine) won't be reading this, since it's been a long time since I posted anything here.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I am counting this as (sort of) my first couple-y Valentines' in a long time, although last year he did surprise me with roses though we weren't "official." I believe I got him a card. This year is tougher yet in the gift-giving department. I have lost count of how many times I mentioned that I didn't know what to get him. Nothing ever came of it. If he were a girl I could get him flowers or candy or some kind of stuffed monstrosity, but buying things for boys is definitely not my strong point.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">But this boy has put up with several of my weak points (segue!) which have sent me into gaudy weeping fits in the past year:</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Religion</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Pentecostal/Charismatic, etc. people (see Religion)</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Inadequate wiping of a machine by my lackeys</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Roommates</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Teh Gay.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I enjoy seeing that bemused face he makes when I bust out in tears for no discernible reason. However, I hate letting people see me cry, so my V-Day resolution is to do all my weeping on the <em>inside</em> this year. ho ho.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But in seriousness, sweets, I am exceedingly fond of you. I would borrow a quarter to buy you some cigs. I would allow you to see my filthy apartment. I would give you the last frozen fruit bar and the last Mountain Dew. I would wash you a real spoon and use the plastic one myself. I would go out with you of a Sunday and never think about everything I am missing on Fox. In short, sweets, I love you, and I am so glad to be with you. Happy Valentine's Day, and many more. <3</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-79150033273202758642007-02-14T11:17:00.000-06:002007-03-05T11:23:00.112-06:00when we are damned<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A little something from the Gaelic. <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I don't usually go in for imagery of nature girls frolicking in the surf and communing with the earth and that sort of thing, but there is something so <strong>eerie</strong> about this poem. Brrr.</span> <div></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>We Are Damned, My Sisters</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>(Táimid Damanta, A Dheirféaracha)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We are damned, my sisters,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we who swam at night</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">on beaches, with the stars</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">laughing with us</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">phosphorescence about us</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we shrieking with delight</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">with the coldness of the tide</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">without shifts or dresses</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as innocent as infants.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We are damned, my sisters. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We are damned, my sisters,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we who accepted the priests' challenge</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">our kindred's challenge: who ate from destiny's dish</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">who have knowledge of good and evil</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">who are no longer concerned.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We spent nights in Eden's fields</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">eating apples, gooseberries; roses</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">behind our ears, singing songs</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">around the gipsy bon-fires</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">drinking and romping with sailors and robbers:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and so we are damned, my sisters. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We didn't darn stockings</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we didn't comb or tease</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">we knew nothing of handmaidens</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">except the one in high Heaven.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We preferred to be shoeless by the tide</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dancing singly on the wet sand</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the piper's tune coming to us</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">on the kind Spring wind, than to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">indoors making strong tea for the men -</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and so we're damned, my sisters. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our eyes will go to the worms</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">our lips to the clawed crabs</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and our livers will be given</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">as food to the parish dogs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The hair will be torn from our heads</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the flesh flayed from our bones.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They'll find apple seeds and gooseberry skins</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in the remains of our vomit</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">when we are damned, my sisters.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>--Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, tr. Michael Hartnett</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-1151787713089532872006-07-01T16:00:00.000-05:002007-03-05T11:23:22.604-06:00On a hot summer night<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7678/2923/1600/neckbite.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7678/2923/320/neckbite.jpg" border="0" /></a>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27716132.post-1147231384120022052006-05-09T19:08:00.000-05:002007-02-14T12:58:29.660-06:00Bit o' honey<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tonight I dined on Mountain Dew, sour cream 'n' onion potato chips, and Bit-O-Honey. I plan to buzz around like a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt6aNR2-Toc">hummingbird</a> from 8-11 PM.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I got all excited when I got in my car tonight when I thought I saw a real live slug on glass. Unfortunately, it was a flower petal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The plumbing situation in this house is becoming worrisome.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My banana "silkening mask" has dried to an unspeakable crust.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>st. tibulushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12049565685154224499noreply@blogger.com0