Upon Receipt of the Wren Family Karaoke Party Invite
BONNIE: Yuck! How… gauche. Who would really ever participate in a karaoke contest?
After Hearing Which In-laws Signed up for Various Songs
BONNIE: Heh! That’ll be a good show.
Five Minutes After Learning of the Prizes for the Most Songs Sung
BONNIE: (dials phone) Micki? Didn’t you say you had a karaoke machine? May I borrow it?
Yes, we Wrens will do anything for prizes, even karaoke. Well, maybe not Hubby or Tiger, but most of us. And boy, is karaoke HARD. Rest assured that I never warble without running around and closing all our windows first.
I hear margaritas are excellent for the throat, so let’s have some and get going on this late Super Sabado!
I’ve spent this week on board a ship, which has given me a prime opportunity to observe human nature. Nowhere is this more fascinating than at the karaoke bar, which is packed every night. Normally, I wouldn’t have been within a mile of the place, but one of my relatives does a killer Elvis impersonation, and I just had to see it.
Charlaine Harris, possibly tipping us off as to the inspiration for her character named Bubba. Give karaoke one try, Charlaine! Just one!
Color aside, my new phone has all kinds of cool features like a camera, which has allowed me to be the proud owner of 18 pictures of my son’s nostrils and five photos of the inside of my purse. I’ve also successfully but mistakenly text-messaged a snake farmer in India and a German brewery.
TC of Fish in My Hair, who always makes us laugh, even if we are stressing about snack bar planning and which song to sing for the karaoke competition.
I say that I may be slow with my math at times… but if it looks like a duck, swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, then its probably a duck. It may be a migrating duck that I can live without — or it may a non-migrating duck that I have to learn to live with in moderation. A duck is a duck, none-the-less. If we have this knowledge, it’s much easier to deal with our ducks, and organize them. One might call this process “getting our ducks in a row.” We can then differentiate between “Bye Bye Birdie” ducks and sitting ducks that are here to stay.
Teri Gray Franta of Here’s to Happy Women, writing about relationships from an ornithological point of view.
He’s a wisecracking duck from another universe, she’s a drop-dead gorgeous redhead from Cleveland. Not exactly a match made in heaven, would you think? Well, no, but these two stick together like glue. Switzler is absolutely devoted to her Ducky, and Howard – who staunchly believes that people are ‘No damned good’ – nevertheless has a soft spot for Beverley.
TimT at Will Type for Food, offering his contribution to Teri’s new classification system.
The bird looks kinda’ stiff huh? LOL…That’s because it’s a decoy. That’s right…that puppy…er, bird is all plastic! It’s to keep the real one away. Apparently they’re a very territorial bird, and one won’t inhabit an occupied spot!
Bonnie of Bonnie Writes, on goldfish-eating herons, and NOT ducks.
My manager shot me down “No way can we supply that.” So I went straight to the VP – on temporary relocation from San Fran. “Do it,” he said. So I did it. I sold $7 million dollars worth of Viagra to a Swedish dude named Magnus.
Buffy of Plain Simple English, on one of her more interesting jobs. And we only included it here because we thought she said something about a Swedish duck.
I FEAR: not being able to help those in need.
I HEAR: my hubby snoring in the next room. Heh.
Mimi of Mimi’s Pixie Corner, whose desire to help those in need does not include telling Dave to roll over.
“Are you okay?” my wife asked rushing into the living room.
“Huh? Yeah. Sure. I was just singing along with Chris Isaak. Man he can hit some high notes.”
“Please don’t do that. I’m tired of prying the cat off the ceiling and having the neighbors call 9-1-1.”
Ernie Witham of Ernie’s World, who neglected to close all the windows before he turned on the karaoke machine. It works for us, Ernie!
What to do when you’re crap at 23…
The title of some advice given by Neil Gaiman, who unfortunately included no suggestions for 40-something women who are crap at karaoke.
It is the actual me.
Consider the sublimely eloquent syntax.
Were it not I, you’d be able to snarfle it out in a trice.
Yr. pal, Harlan
Harlan Ellison’s answer to a doubting Thomas on a thread at Asimov’s.
No warning.
Black like death.
For two whole days.
Like a desert island.
Bernita Harris of An Innocent A-Blog, with her excuse for not posting during an absence which prompted an online search-and-rescue party.
Among other things, jaundice causes brain damage. True, brain damage would make him less vulnerable to zombie attack, but how often do those come up?
Jon of Letters to Myself, on the reason he can’t bring the baby home yet. And you thought it was because of the zombies!
Her bulldog is adorable. That’s not the name of her blog, but Milo is the focus of many posts. Ball Point Wren is a So-Cal look at family life in suburbia, San Diego-style. Check out Bonnie’s site here.
Denise Scatena of VoiceofSanDiego.org. Thanks, Denise, for the mention! We’re quite happy with it, but there’s a stinky bulldog here who wants you to know that it’s Mojo. MO-JO.
i want to sell my daughter into slavery what is a fair price
Lachlan of My So-Called Blog, reporting on the search terms which bring users to her site despite its glaring lack of slave auctions.
Actually, it was really easy picking the winner. Dean was the only guy who entered, and it makes no sense whatsoever for a chick to be King of the Gypsies, so –
Doug of Balls and Walnuts joking around about the outcome of his King of the Gypsies Contest—which we did NOT win. Booger.
And for those of you who’ve stayed until the very end, I’m continuing my Star Trek video AND karaoke obsessions. Have fun next week!
Believe me, I was so glad to see everyone…
Dear Bonnie…
Excellent! If I hear of a spare Karaoke Machine, I’ll let you know. My personal favorites to hear (and see) others mangle are: “Me and Bobby McGee,” and “Babe,” as in I’ve got you babe with Sonny and Cher. I hope you sweep the prize table with your wonderful warble.
Ciao bella…
Maybe if you teach Mojo to warble along with the karaoke machine, Denise will get his name right. You could send her a video, a YouTube link, or whatever that service is. “Indian Love Call” is good for doggies. “Aroooooooooo!”
Georganna! Heh! That’s a great idea!
Teri: my sis and I have been working on “I Got You Babe” this weekend!
Bernita, when my laptop went belly up I went through serious withdrawal. When your computer goes belly up, we all go through serious withdrawal!
Hmmmm, Karioke….I’d love to hear ya’ll!
Hey…LOL…the real Heron circled the pond today and saw his plastic nemesis…and I heard him exclaim as he flew out of site, “Drat….I won’t be eating any goldfish tonight!” ROFLOL…I WIN!
Was that REALLY Harlan Ellison? The blood is rising in my literary nodules at the thought of Harlan leaving a sprinkle of REAL words in the blogosphere!
Wow, Bonnie.
Can I snag a margarita and a spot to sit?
Heron troubles…ack! They keep circling my front yard looking for the snack bar that is no longer there. I’ve heard they are gossiping down at the dam. 😉
Good luck with the contest, thanks for my late Saturday fix and the great offer of help on the new blog.
Bonnie, our neighborhood uses decoy owls to keep birds from nesting over heavily travelled areas, so I’ve heard several bird variations of “drat.”
It really was Harlan, Elizabeth. He typically posts at another forum, but he came in on the Asimov’s thread because of a mini-scandal involving a story that was paid for and then “killed” because of potentially controversial content.
Another great Harlan line in that thread:
“Do the phrase “stick it in your ear, putz?” strike a fahmilliah note?”
When I read Bonnie’s post on the herons, Kristen, I thought of your stolen goldfish. Maybe you should try a decoy heron! Goldfish may yet return to the Kristen Pond.