One Type of Emergency Preparedness Plan
Today the house filled up with a strong smell of smoke. It was easy to find the source: our laundry dryer.
It’s unplugged right now and the fire extinguisher is standing guard, the safer for me to investigate. Despite religiously changing the trap, lint appears to have sneaked into the innards and ignited — or at least I think it did. Deep inside the dryer all the collected lint has a blackened crust.
Maybe it’s time for a new dryer. This one’s pretty old. Older than my marriage even. (OLD.)
And just to be on the safe side, maybe I’ll back up the computer drive again. I think I’ll ask my neighbor to hold onto the backup, too.
The kids and animals are on their own. Which reminds me: Maria Shriver has been on the radio telling us to check out the Governor’s Office of Emergency Services, just in case California tries to shake us off the coastline again.
Not to toot my own horn or anything…
The Fall 2005 issue of Porch magazine came out. On page 26 you’ll find a little essay called, “A Spoonful of Sugar.” Please go to the store and buy the magazine right now.
Ahem.
I should mention I wrote that little essay.
Hubby’s in it, and my neighbor Rita’s in-laws, and lots of little interesting odds and ends: a DVD player, a box of Splenda, and some high-flying Legos. I even managed to cram in the Kama Sutra.
Talk Like a Pirate Day
Ye best be learnin’ t’ be talkin’ like a buccaneer. Shiver ye timbers on over to the Pirate’s Vocabulary page.
That be too much work? Yer a swabbie who ortin’ t’ be keel hauled! Arrgh! Try ‘t Pirate Speak translator instead, ya lily livered lanlubber.
If ye be nay smart enough t’ reckon what t’ say t’ a member o’ th’ opposite sex, here be a pickup line fer t’ lads:
Avast, me proud beauty! Wanna know why my Roger is so Jolly?
‘N fer the lasses:
So, tell me, why do they call ye, “Cap’n Feathersword?”
Miss Snark, the literary agent!
“In which Miss Snark vents her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushes them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark.”
Reasons I love Miss Snark:
- Stiletto heels
- Gin pails
- George Clooney
What you need to know about Miss Snark:
- She says she’s a literary agent
- We don’t know if it’s true or not, because she is anonymous
- We don’t care either way, because she’s so deliciously snarky.
Hurricane Katrina Direct Relief! Blog
Wonderful site for keeping up to date on what needs to be done and when, and how we can help.
Thanks to the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books for passing the word along.
Lost in the Sith Barbie Dreamhouse
Toyville is a wickedly racy romp through the plastic mind of Nick Robinson (alter ego: Miskatonick Nick).
My favorite story: Toyville 2: A Tale Too Far. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look Barbie in the eye again.
Playing With the Big Boys
Too much fun. Real science fiction writers take an online quiz entitled “Which Science Fiction Writer Are You?” and discuss the results.
Heh! I feel like a kid listening in on the grown-ups as they down their gins and tonic.
I haven’t written any science fiction but I took the test as a fan. I am:
E.E. “Doc” SmithThe inventor of space opera. His purple space war tales remain well-read generations later.
Chad’s Reviews
Holy crank, Chad Kultgen is a genius.
He’s the same guy who wrote some of my favorite supermarket checkout stand reading, like
“1980s TV SHOWS RAISE YOUR IQ, Good news for couch potatoes who watch Alf, Dynasty & Love Boat!”
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… all brought to you by the Weekly World News, the best source of investigative journalism on the planet.
Chad’s Insider Trading Time Traveler story even inspired a Snopes article.
