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| By: Eureka Springs Friday December 11, 2009 10:00 pm | |
Late Late Night FDL: Club Poodle |
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| By: Eureka Springs Friday December 11, 2009 10:00 pm | |
ZED!
Repeated from below: Howard Zinn’s America Speaks….Sunday night on the History Channel. Find it; watch it.
Hey!
Hey Eureka!
Yo!
Ho!
That first one is dark
Woa, I was wrong. Nice piece.
Ho Ho HO!
And don’t ya know? I am wearing a Santa Hat! No shit.
Me husband is prancing around the house, decorating and stuff, and that magic box appeared, and VOILA! Hat!
Hat? Singular?
I think i have a Giants cap around here somewhere…
Good evening
Does this thumbsnap work?
http://thumbsnap.com/v/qz6FG8U4.jpg
Yes, but you are in too good a mood!
ho ho ho
Love it!
Long day today, had to go to a memorial for a lady friend that passed suddenly and my boss had to go pull the plug on a friend he had known since he was sixteen that had no family.
Shit happens, deaths come in threes, I am waiting.
Long, hard day. So sorry Busted.
Hope you are feeling better these days.
Damn.
I thought my day was tough.
Oh no, I’m not! in that great a mood!
Emoticons be damned! I got me some pictures!
G’thud , tomorrow is another day.
It’s a bold fashion statement but I think you pulled it off.
Nah, I’ve lost a lot of family and friends and fortunately they don’t go out in threes. Makes you appreciate when you can string together a few consecutive years without losing any, though.
Very sorry to hear about your friend.
Mmm, OK! LOL!
My insolence knows no bounds . .
Where’s the hat being WORN on?
*G*
It’s just not a real holiday without fuzzy balls.
Our hearts out to ya hoss, and his . . . and all.
We lost too many over a few years, family and friends we fest with.
Some old, 3 in their early 50′s . . . parents I get . . . losing fest friends and deep pals?
Brutal . . .
Slainte.
Sorry friends! Having way too much fun with multimedia!
Speechless. What’s with the finger positioning?
The facial look? Lord.
That’s you?
Whoville is missin their keyboard player . . . *G*
more more more more! I love Santa. I want a new bike and a chalk board and new boots and little, tiny whip and nurse outfit. Please. I was almost good all year long.
Wow what’s with the boots, whip and nurse outfit?
Is that part of YOUR regimen or yer hubby’s?
Speakin of which how is he and does he wanna pick some?
At home or out of home?
And srsly, I could prefer he didn’t wear the whips, OR the nurses outfit if we get together to pick.
;-)
You’re in luck, I’d be willing to bet Kelly has all those things. “g”
Ron is good. He has played in years but a visit would be good. What are you doing tomorrow?
Mary was very bad. To hear how bad, your Visa card will be charged…oh never mind. ;)
Hunny!
Huh, Kelly has a cornered market on SELLIN that shit . . .
Or givin it away, he’s SUCH a party animal . . . I’m still tryin to figger out his poses in them pics . . .
Aside from glam, of course, they is VERY glam . . . lol
hehehe.
LOL!
Anything I want!
He wants company? It’s kewl?
Wow . . . do I hafta bring tea or crumpets or anything?
How do you do that? Is there a camera on your computer thingie?
All the best, Busted. What a horrible day for you.
*G*
Oh those unexpected charges spouses can’t explain . . . *G*
yep. crumpets. Ron is a tea expert. He gets his from a dood in China. What time do you want to come over?
Aw shucks! (blushing)
Good lord, you ARE still a school child!!!!!
Damn don’t ever lose that sense of humor hoss . . . I’m laffin and cryin all at once.
Too funneh . . *G*
Are those pics of you?
Love ya, Larue. Mean it!
I was kidding about the crumpets, I don’t drink tea but I’d be honored to attend!!
Damn!
Shocked, ok . . . uh, it’s Saturday, I DON’T CARE!!
You call it . . .
Are we gonna play with dremels and drill into instruments? *G*
Lord, get that man out of my Merlot!!!!
Killin me, just killin me . . . *G*
Yep!
And take any old jpeg, photo you got.
Go to thumbsnap.com and follow directions.
It’s obviously WAY FUN as far as I’m concerned. Heh!
I’m getting nothing…
Oh, this is going to end badly…
I don’t know about playing. Ron doesn’t know you are coming yet. He is the player. Your wife is invited, too.
Ouch!
Newtie, dahling, you thought it’d ever end? Or well?
Wait till I bust out my Barbies!
Thumbsnap of Suki
i surrender!
Cough, Choke!
Bring the crumpets dammit!
Bien! Voila!
I toast you, let us multimedia out the bazooo!
Suki’s gotta bone too pic…
Awesome.
Woops! Way too many doggie cookies at once.
Honey will not be attending, she’s got stuff to do . .
Uh, Ron don’t know?
Uh? Uh? What?
Could we get Ron into this before I show up?
Or am I a therapy surprise? Is that good? I’m very uncertain . . .
Need better info, should we take this off line to emails?
Gettin a bit personal for us all, all I’m sayin . . .
Yer not gonna try n sell me whips, are ya?
*G*
Dang, that’s a DAWG!!!!
Yer ‘sposed to be in bed . . . . asleep. *rollseyes*
I just haven’t gotten up from the computer to go in the other room where he is on his computer playing with a drumming program.
I gotcher *rolls eyes* right here, pal…
Exquisite Entropy
Hey, you can’t use these powers for GOOD! It’s only for EVIL!
Mailbox Frogs
Nice one.
Gonna give my eyes a rest and watch TV…
G’nite y’all.
Polaroid of my parents that went through “The Storm”.
Do they get free HBO in there?
nite ratfood
Jesus Christ. I’m now supposed to tweet and thumbsnap?
I need tutorials.
Yea. Watching reruns of Deadwood.
Haiku for Mary McC
You are one fucking scary Santa, Dood.
OK, I’ll stop now. :)
Angels
Oh noes!
I’ve created a thumbsnap monstah!
Bev’s Hens and Chickens
I gots to go to bed. Tomorrow I am gonna take pictures! Kelly has inspired me. Good night!
Is this thing on? Hello?
no
Oh, yes…
Still tied up on the phone..)
Whew! I was worried for a minute that people were watching something like this.
I’ve seen worse.
Really? Howzabout this damn Klingon Opera, huh?
Winner!
And howzabout Michael Dorn keeping a straight face in that take…
Weee, Newtie!
OK, I give up! I gotta go night night.
Bye y’all.
nite kelly
i am on the scram, to
Good morning, pups. Mr. Herbert is off today, so it’s just Collins and Blow. In “Going Naked in Kabul” Ms. Collins asks when did we decide that letting private contractors stand in for our military in sensitive and dangerous situations was a good plan? Gail, sweetie, it’s what happens when you insist on having an all-volunteer armed forces. Look it up. Mr. Blow, in “Paranormal Flexibility,” says Americans continue to cobble together spiritual identities from a hodgepodge of beliefs — bending dogmas to suit them instead of bending themselves to fit a dogma.
Here they are.
The coffee, tea and hot chocolate are ready, and I’ve got French toast with cinnamon. I don’t think that the lyrics are “I’m dreaming of a dank Christmas,” but that’s what we’re likely to get. It’s been almost unrelentingly gray, cloudy, drizzly and damp for days, with no obvious end in sight. Weather like this plays merry hell with Mr. Marion in Savannah’s COPD and makes it harder for him to breathe. I. Want. It. To. Stop. NOW! Have a great day.
Thanks, Marion; always appreciate your morning ‘headlines. ‘
Have you considered a room dehumidifier? Be a good Christmas present for both of you.