Songs In The Key Of Life

Random post is random.

2013-03-06T00:08:34Z

1. Yet another crappy stressful busy day at work.
2. My lower back is so sore I can barely move and if I move wrong the pain is instant and stabbing.
3. There were two servings of 1/2 cup each of ice cream left in the freezer. I ate both, damn nearly licked the container, and really wish I had more.

I have a vague sense that there may be some tenuous connection between these things...

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Daniel is everywhere

2013-03-05T02:49:10Z

So, I haven't been very active online for quite some time - massive understatement there! - and have barely read any fanfic of any kind for a couple of years. Yet this evening, as I read a site completely unrelated to fandom in any way, I was immediately put in mind of Daniel. In my head, as I read it, this was a scene with Daniel and some blonde Original Character which had been snipped from a larger Jack/Daniel fic.

See what you think. Is it just me? Or is that totally a version of Daniel?

notalwaysright.com/tip-of-the-entree-iceberg/27669

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Fic: Circling by Cowardly Lion

2013-02-18T18:20:25Z

Title: Circling
Author: Cowardly Lion
Category: Action
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Words: 6,552
Date: 02-18-13
Season/Spoilers: Immediately after the events of ep. 7.16 Death Knell

Synopsis: For Major Green, surviving the attack on the Alpha site wasn't enough. He had to go back and help with the search for survivors.

Warnings: description of dead bodies

Author's Note: 1. Many thanks to Mare for the initial beta and to JDJunkie for the final beta. Any mistakes are all mine. 2. This is a companion fic to "K Is For Kite" which was written for the Allies Alphabet Soup challenge. One of the scenes in "Circling" was written as a stand-alone fic from a different character's point of view.
K is for Kite on DW
K is for Kite on LJ
Be sure to check out all of the Gen Fic day contributions.

( Circling )

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FIC: K is for Kite by Cowardly Lion

2013-02-18T18:08:32Z

Title: K is for Kite
Author: Cowardly Lion
Category: character study
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Words: 2,115
Date: 02-18-13
Season/Spoilers: Season 7 episode 16 Death Knell

Synopsis: M’zel believed in the cause and would willing fight to free all Jaffa. He just wished the ways of the Tau’ri weren’t so alien.

Author Note: 1. Many thanks to JDJunkie for the beta. 2. Created for Allies Alphabet Soup. Companion fic to "Circling".

( K is for Kite )

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Fic update

2013-02-16T13:03:44Z

First and foremost, many thanks to jdjunkie for some behind-the-scenes hand-holding and support that turned this Drama Llama back into a Cool Cat. Couldn't have done it without you sweetie - thank you!

The challenge organizer was amenable to using the scene separately to meet the challenge and put a link to the longer fic. With JDJ's help, I re-wrote that scene from the POV of a different character and made it a stand-alone fic. Now it solidly meets the challenge, has a very different take on that scene compared to the first POV used, and is not an excerpt of the longer fic, but a companion piece to it. I think it will be interesting for the reader to compare and contrast the two scenes. Same dialogue, same actions by the characters, but two very different ideas of what is actually happening.

Of course, I still have to prep each fic for posting, which I'll do later today once some chores are done. I did end up with more time than I thought because one of the things I had planned for today fell through, but I'm still going to be busy. My sweetie and I have been learning ballroom dance and will be going to a Valentine's dance tonight, then first thing in the morning, I'm heading out of town to meet friends and will not be coming back until sometime Monday morning. Hopefully I'll be back soon enough that I can post the fic before I have to take Henry off to the vet for his annual stuff. If I can't get it until after the vet, it will be Monday evening before I post.

Anyway, many thanks to all who replied to my panic post. Getting so many supportive responses really helped! hugs to you all!

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Head meet desk

2013-02-13T02:13:04Z

So, I haven't written anything in a long time. It's been too hard to marshal the time, energy, inclination, and inspiration to do so Gotta have all of those at the same time or nothing happens. I decided to test the waters, so to speak, and signed up for a fic challenge that only had a 100-word minimum and plenty of time to write those 100 words,

Well, I manage to write over 6,200 words. I was feeling pretty good about it. Especially since I've had to write in fits and starts when and where I I could which was not often. At all. In only just finished the story tonight and had planned to spend the next couple of days tweaking and embellishing. I also went back to the challenge community to go over the posting rules and that's when it hit me.

My fic no longer fit the challenge requirement .

::head desk::

Stupid stupid stupid mistake. I"m such an idiot. Went from feeling very pleased to feeling like a stupid crappy failure who should just put down her metaphorical pencil before she puts someone's eye out with it.

Part of it had met the requirement, in the beginning But the story grew and changed as I wrote it, as they do. I could pry out the one scene that matches and send that 1.200 words in as the story. I doubt I'll have time to write another unless I did keep it to 100 words Of course, even that means time researching pulling up info, looking for ideas .

I won't bore you with the details, but I've got something going every evening after work for the rest of this week, a full day Saturday, places to go Saturday night, going of of town Sunday morning returning Monday and going straight into something else Monday afternoon. The fic is DUE Monday.

I've sent a message to the community leader to see what she'd like to do.

Edited 02-13-13 to add:

I'm feeling much better this morning. Plus, the challenge organizer is quite amenable to pulling the scene that does match the challenge and using that for the fic challenge but including a note and a link to the full fic in the author's notes. Yay!

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catsmeow @ 2012-03-08T22:55:00

2012-03-09T04:27:47Z

Monday evening, my former co-worker and friend of 20 years (who I'll call D.) texted with me around 6:30 p.m. We're both crazy cat ladies with several kitties though this time we had a brief conversation about anti-virus programs. Around 8 p.m. she called the house phone. I answered with a chipper greeting. She replied, her voice high pitched and quavering, "S is dead." I thought no, that can't be right. S is her husband. She must have meant one of the cats. Then she repeated it. The paramedics and sheriff's deputies were there. I got my cats in from the porch, locked up the house and was on the road within minutes. The half hour drive to her house took no time and took forever and there are still parts of the trip I don't clearly recall.

She had pulled into her driveway after work and texted me from the car. Right after texting with me, she had gone into her house and found S sprawled on his back on the bedroom floor. Two of the cats were under the bed, two others were on it. All were upset and staring at his body. She called 911, but it was far too late.

By the time I got there, the EMTs had gone, R - one of her bosses from work - was with her as was a deputy. R stayed for a bit after I arrived, but had her young son with her and had to leave. Soon after that, our friend L arrived, looking as shaken as I felt. Together, we waited for the funeral home to come take S away. D was unable to stay still. Fidgeting, pacing, obsessively checking on the cats time and again, she alternated between crying and railing in anger at S for leaving her. Twice she went into the room where he was and spoke to him, saying her goodbyes in choked breaths between tears.

S was only 50. They had just celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary. They had also just mourned the loss of his father who passed right after Christmas and his mother wasn't handling that well. The pastor arrived hard on the heels of the funeral home transport team. The deputy passed along pertinent information to one funeral worker while the other sat with D and the pastor. I was quite relieved to let Pastor take charge as was L. Once S was gone, the deputy left. L and I returned to our homes. And the pastor took D to tell her mother in law that her son was dead.

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In Which I Never Learn

2012-02-28T02:16:21Z

I have to stop coming here and announcing my intentions to join in on a regular, albeit limited, basis. Because the gods do hear me and they are douchebags one and all. Something always comes up to interfere with that plan - they make sure of it. Sometimes more than one something.

It could be something as mundane as working extra hours. Again. As usual.

It could be something as simple as the rehearsal schedule for dance doubling from one evening a week to two.

It could be something as unexpected as, say, one of the cats eating what turned out to be a 12-inch long strip of plastic which took almost 2 days and an expensive trip to the vet to fully dislodge. (Sorry about your sore red butt, Henry. Thanks for being nice to the vet who pulled out those last 6 inches of plastic strip.)

It could be something as unwelcome as all the extra doctor visits and testing for the tendonitis that finally left the forearm but won't quite leave the elbow and hand which, come to think of it, have actually been hurting more and more for many many months.

And it could be finding out that those unnecessary tests (and the corresponding co-pay expenses) the doctor ordered turned out to be quite necessary after all. The reason treating tendonitis didn't clear up all the arm pain? Because it's not coming from that. It's coming from the herniated disc in my neck and the disc above that which "looks weak" and, because that's not quite enough to satisfy the petty gods, the mild arthritis. So, I will be going for my evaluation and the start of physical therapy on Thursday. I have no idea whether I'll be going twice a week, three times or what, but how ever often I'll go, it's that much less time I'll have here. Again.

Add this to the degenerative disc disease in the low back, the arthritis in the knees, and a few other annoyances and it's just damn depressing. I'm no Spring chicken, but I am too young to be this decrepit! Dammit!

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Hey y'all! Remember me?

2012-01-29T19:54:52Z

Its been ages, hasn't it? I'm not really back, just hoping not to be as absent as I have been. Here's a brief summary of What I've Been Up To:

Work is still taking up a lot of my time which means I'm still working evenings & weekends above & beyond the usual 9 to 5. Too bad I don't get paid for it.. But hey! I've got a job which is more than some of my friends can say.

I still have some fun stuff going on personally, but never as much as I'd like. On a side note, I'm still peeved by RL friends who snidely insist that it's the boyfriend taking up all my time, as if I'm the kind of person who'll drop her friends the minute she gets a fellow. The few hours a week I spend with the sweetie are way outnumbered by those spent attending to chores or at work per the above. Yet my comments to that effect fall on deaf ears. It becomes wearisome.

I lost a friend (two, actually) and gained a kitten so I'm up to 4 cats. I don't know exactly how many friends I have overall as a group I count them not in numbers but affinity.

I'm still battling chronic damn tendonitis in the right hand / wrist / arm which is one of the reasons I backed off from so much online activity. It was an attempt to ease the strain and help the arm get better. Totally not working. At this point instead of touch-typing (40 to 50 words per minute with bursts of 90 WPM or so), I'm staring at the keyboard for hunt & peck typing which is (in comparison) agonizingly slow and, oddly enough, far more full of typos. Per testing, there is no carpal tunnel nor is there arthritis. It's just plain old painful tendonitis that WILL NOT subside. This is one of the bad days. Dammit. I'm not even using my right finger for "pecking". I've got a pencil wedged in my right fist and I'm hitting the keys with the eraser end so I don't have to move the fingers at all.

Every so often, I've peeked in on you, but I know I've missed bunches and bunches of stuff. I hope to poke my head in once a week or so from now on. I hope you'll forgive my protracted absence. :)

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9/11 - Ten Years After

2011-09-11T18:29:00Z

Ten years ago, I was at work in Florida listening to the Bob & Sheri morning show on the radio when news of the first airplane strike came on. The radio crew relayed info from television news feeds. It was a terrible accident. It had to be. No one would deliberately fly an airplane into a building, right? Then Sheri said another plane had hit the other tower and everything changed.

Fear charged the air, even hundreds of miles away in Florida. The entire office was checking the internet, calling friends & family either to check on well-being or to ask for information from the TV news station, gathering as much about events as they unfolded as possible. Soon it was clear that planes originating from overseas had been compromised. I couldn't remember if my mother and her husband were scheduled to fly back from Europe that day or the next. Eventually, I was able to reach my sister who confirmed that it was the next day. Mom & Bill ended up stranded in Europe for an additional 2 weeks thanks to the chaos caused by the 3-day embargo on flights which left hundreds of thousands of people scrambling for the few open spots once the already-full flights resumed.

But most of all, I remember Yvonne Bonomo. I never met Yvonne. I never spoke to her. But I worked with her cousin Bob. Despite my initial fear for my mother's safety, what I will always remember about 9/11 is Bob's quiet desperation as he called family members in New York searching for news of Yvonne.

Just as surging internet traffic had crashed many of the internet news sites or made them unbearably slow, the same spike in usage crashed land lines and cell towers alike. Busy signal. Wait 10 minutes. Try again. Busy signal. Wait 5 minutes. Try again. Busy signal. Hang up. Try again. Busy. Hang up. Try again. Busy-hang up-try again. Try again.Again.Again.

Finally, he reached her mother. Yvonne had gone to work on the 94th floor of Tower 1 as usual that morning. No one had heard from her. No one had heard from her co-workers. Her mother was staying at home in case she called. Her father and the rest of the family had already headed into the city to search for her. Nothing had changed by the time we all left work that evening.

That night, as I sat safely on my comfy couch, flicking from station to station, trying to comprehend the scope of what had been perpetrated against an entire country, I saw them. I saw Yvonne's family. They stood behind the CNN correspondent, holding home-made posters with her photo, her name and date of birth, and a phone number to call with any information about her.

That's when it hit me. That's when it became real and horrible and painful. And that's when I started to cry. To this day, I cannot think of 9/11 without thinking of Yvonne Bonomo and I can't think of Yvonne without tearing up. Her cousin Bob, who I still work with though we are at a different company now, becomes withdrawn in the days before and after the anniversary every year. His pain and the pain the rest of her family suffers, the pain all of the victims' families feel, never lessens. And every year, they remember.

http://memorial.mmc.com/pgBio.php?ID=328

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FIC: Slow Clouds by Cowardly Lion - rated G

2011-05-23T22:14:59Z

I meant to participate in the Prompthon being held by J/D Ficathon. I really did. I chose a prompt from the list. I wrote....And came up with a completely G-rated Jack-centric piece that barely mentions Daniel much less makes them lovers. I don't think it can even count as J/D friendship since there is so much J and so little D. Ah well. I'll post it here instead so at least it won't go to waste.

Title: Slow Clouds
Author: Cowardly Lion
Category:Character study
Pairing:none
Rating: G
Date: 05-23-11
Words:2,484
Season/Spoilers: Post season 10 SG-1, Season 5 or later SGA

Synopsis: City living is getting to Jack

Notes: Thanks to Mare for the beta. The inserts between sections are from the poem "Spring" by Richard Hovey.

Warnings: None

( Slow Clouds by Cowardly Lion )

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Archiving: Fic - Educational Materials by Cowardly Lion

2011-05-19T23:24:04Z

Originally posted back on October 2009 over at jackdanielpromptfic . Apparently I never got around to posting it to my own Journal. Better late than never, eh?

Title: Educational Materials
Author: Cowardly Lion
Wordcount: 1,287
Response to Image Prompt #19 at Jack/Daniel Prompt Fic
Season: Post Series SG-1, mild spoilers for SGA S5 and SGU S1

Summary: Daniel balks when Jack makes a special request.

Note: Thanks to Mare for the beta, and special love to jdjunkie for showing me how to find the Jack/Daniel in SGU.

( Educational Materials by Cowardly Lion )

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Does the U.K. Have No Mirrors??

2011-04-30T21:29:07Z

Dear Guests Attending the Royal Wedding - those hats with the enormous fretwork rising from a tiny base that appears to have been glued to your forehead? Yeah. Not glamorous. You look as if you've been pranked after being the first to pass out at a kegger while everyone else was still giggling drunk. You should be grateful there were no permanent markers close at hand. What's really staggering is that there were several of these astoundingly ugly hats, so one can't just shrug it off as probably being the choice of Crazy Aunt Eunice The Family Member No One Talks About.

Edited 04-40-11 8:48 p.m. to add:

These things are, it seems, called "fascinators" and are a breed apart from hats (to say the least!). One in particular, worn by Princess Beatrice (daughter of Sarah Ferguson who is the former Duchess of York, friend of Diana, etc.) now has its very own Facebook page, Princess Beatrice's Ridiculous Wedding Hat., with almost 94-thousand "likes".

The hat is already an internet meme - Look at all the pretty (photoshopped) pictures!

This amuses me greatly. :D

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Garfunkel & Oates - musical comedy duo

2011-04-18T01:17:45Z

So, file this under "Things I recently discovered even though everyone else probably knew about it for ages". Riki Lindhome and Kate Micucci perform under the stage name of Garfunkel and Oates. Their clever lyrics are set to simple yet catchy melodies picked out on a keyboard and guitar with the occasional ukulele tossed in for variety. Oddly enough, the selection of videos available at the G&O site differs from that at their Youtube channel. Go figure.

Anyway, embedded under the cut is a video of Garfunkel & Oates singing about the benefits of self esteem.

( Garfunkel and Oates Performing My Self Esteem's Not Low Enough to Date You live at the Fake Gallery in Los Angeles. )

Check out their other videos as well and see what you think.

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White Collar: Woo hoo! but also Whaa-aat?

2011-03-28T23:56:36Z

Copy / Paste makes a post! My friend and I were discussing White Collar today with a brief mention of Castle. Major spoilers for both shows because the topic was, essentially, What The Heck Were The Writers Thinking? All typos have been left in ~~because I 'm too lazy to go through and proof this~~ to preserve the off-the-cuff conversational feel.

( So then SHE said... )

So, that's how we saw it. At least that's how we saw it this afternoon. Opinions as always are subject to change especially after the next ~~hopefully mostly shirtless Neal~~ White Collar ep. What do you guys think?

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A moment's respite

2011-03-23T02:05:21Z

I should be toiling over the work I brought home as I have so many evenings and weekends these past few months. I should be tackling one of the many chores that that fill my To Do list here at home.

I'm not. I'm not doing anything.

The house is open to the cool night breeze which has the cats scampering playfully around before coming to rest on the screen porch. From the back yard, over the drone of the insects, I hear the rasp of frogs punctuated by the distinctive "who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?" call of the barred owl. I sip a small glass of sweet white wine as I cross wits with friends at the online crossword. I don't win this time, but that's fine. It's not about winning or finishing first or even in the top five. It's about about slowing down, spending time with people instead of projects, and remembering what it's like to be a person again.

It's a beautiful night. I'm going to enjoy it.

For those of you that haven't heard the call of the Barred Owl, here's a sample:

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Comic: Family Ties by Cowardly Lion (1/1) rated G

2010-12-26T21:24:52Z

Title: Family Ties
Author:Cowardly Lion
Category:Comic
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Date: 12-26-10
Pages:4
Season/Spoilers: Season 9 or 10, no spoilers
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Cameron Mitchell

Synopsis: Daniel and Mitchell find that sharing doesn't always lead to bonding but it can lead to understanding

Notes: This is the comic I started writing before "Guys Night Out" came out of nowhere and insisted on being finished first.

Warnings: None

All four pages of the comic are in this one post, so it is image heavy.

( Family Ties by Cowardly Lion )

The end! :)

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Comic: Guy's Night Out by Cowardly Lion (1/3) PG

2010-12-17T15:45:53Z

In the immortal words of the old guy from Monty Python's Holy Grail - "I'm not dead yet!" In fact, I've managed to squeeze in a bit of creativity. Go, me! :P Many thanks to Mare for the beta.

Title: Guy's Night Out
Author: Cowardly Lion
Pages: 10
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Season/spoilers: Season 10, no spoilers.
Summary: Cam gets a brilliant idea that's not so brilliant and drags Daniel down with him. Lucky for them, Sam and Vala are there for the rescue.

Characters: Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Cameron Mitchell, Vala Mal Doran, Sgt. Siler, Bernice "Mama" Siler, Eunice, and Myrtle

( Guy's Night Out by Cowardly Lion )

On to Part 2!

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Colonel O'Neill's Greatest Love

2010-11-19T02:37:10Z

Nope, I'm not dead yet. Yep, work is still...gah! I have about five minutes to myself for the first time in weeks and instead of relaxing, I did this :) I also have a head cold, so I'm off to bed shortly. Miss you all!

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Waving Hello and Thanks

2010-10-04T02:05:34Z

Hi there! I haven't been around much lately for which I apologize. Work is eating me alive at the moment with no signs of letting up anytime soon. I have got some fun things going on which helps balance that out but uses up yet more time. I meant to type a thank you post but didn't get a chance to until now but the delay means that this is a double thank you.

First, and the part that should have been done weeks ago, I would like to thank the persons who nominated three of my stories for the 2010 Gate Fic Awards. Those stories are: Future Imperfect (J/D, humor, first in the Future Tense m-preg series), Inventory 3:00 a.m. (J/D, angst, vignette) and Matching Pair (J/D/V, humor, threesome)

When I say "It is an honor to be nominated", I mean that sincerely. That someone liked a story of mine enough to take the time to submit it for an award is a wonderful thing to me. Thank you.

The second part comes directly from the above. The third fic, Matching Pair, won the award for Multiples Fic. THANK YOU to everyone who voted for it. This means a lot to me.

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"Dad Life" by Church On The Move

2010-07-06T23:12:08Z

A friend pointed to this funny of Suburban Dads proudly representin'. I thought it was funny enough to pass along. Hope you enjoy it, too.

1080p, 16x9
I'm rockin' man cave status
With a screen like mine
Keep your peanut butter hands
Off my 50-inch Vizio
Pop up the corn, roll the Disney video

Full lyrics are at YouTube. Video embedded under the cut:

( Dad Life )

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Dear Willie...

2010-06-18T02:45:42Z

Dear Willie -

There are many many reasons why kitties are not usually allowed on tables. You, as oldest and wisest of the domestic pride, are familiar with many of those reasons. However, tonight you persisted in your efforts to attain the much desired table top despite repeatedly being shooed away.

I admit, it was so nice to have your company as I spent yet another evening working at home on a project for The Day Job That Keeps You In Kibble that eventually I relented and let you stay. You sprawled on the dining table amongst my reference items, occasionally pressing your face into my forearm as I hunched over the little rolling table, typing away. It was comforting and oddly relaxing.

Until...

...you reminded me why kitties and tables generally Do Not Mix.

All you did was shift position, just a little. That's it. Unfortunately, your butt bonked right into my nearly-full 32-ounce plastic cup full of Crystal Light Lemonade. Not only did you knock it over hard enough to pop the lid off, it emptied all over the nest of electrical cords on the floor. On the one hand, I'm glad I don't have carpet, because 32 ounces of liquid would be heck to get out of carpet. On the other hand, 32 ounces of liquid goes a surprisingly long way on tile. It took two bath towels to dry everything, then I had to clean the area to remove the sticky residue. Then all the towels needed washing, so yeah...half an hour lost to this.

And yes, I was annoyed. I snapped at you. I said your name in that way that you know means you're in trouble. I didn't expect you to slink off to the hidey-hole slash comfort zone slash safe place that is your beloved kennel and cower in there, looking at me sorrowfully with big sad eyes as if you were about to cry.

Not only do I feel bad about making you feel bad but the next time you try to get on the table as I type, I'm going to feel so guilty about hurting your feelings that I'll probably let you get up there.

But next time, I'm putting my drink on a different table.

Love,

Mama

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Fun gardening Facts! :)

2010-05-27T00:01:45Z

1. A small plastic tub will hold more than enough fertilizer for six azaleas and one boxwood.

2. If you find the boxwood infested with two dozen of the giant black grasshoppers that turn into even bigger green and yellow grasshoppers, you can hit the grasshoppers with the plastic lid of the tub in an attempt to knock them off.

3. Repeatedly smacking a giant black grasshopper with a flimsy lightweight plastic lid causes it to cling determinedly to a branch, flailing its antennae and looking annoyed until eventually it lets go and drops to the ground out of sheer boredom.

4. While repeatedly smacking a giant black grasshopper with a flimsy lightweight plastic lid does eventually lead to the desired outcome, there is something very unsatisfying about irritating a garden pest into leaving.

5. When you return with the hose and find the boxwood surrounded by giant black grasshoppers slowly converging on it to reclaim their perches, you can spray them with the hose.

6.The pressure from a hose set for gently watering bushes will not send the grasshopper blasting away across the yard. Instead, the grasshopper will cling stubbornly to every last blade of grass in its reach as the water pummels it, looking rather like the insect version of Russel Crowe in "Master and Commander". Not only is this unsatisfying for the gardener, but it tends to get everything watered *except* the boxwood.

7. It is entirely possible for a hard chitinous grasshopper to look water-logged. And cranky.

8. When returning to spread mulch around the base of the boxwood, you may find the entire horde of giant black grasshoppers firmly ensconced in their original places. Your natural inclination may be to give them each a brisk resounding whack with the back of the three-tined metal garden claw tool used to spread mulch. Don't. Just...don't.

9. Whacking a giant black grasshopper with the garden claw will dislodge the creature with only one or two blows. Unfortunately, the force of the claw will not only fling the grasshopper off but it adds a backspin. Since the net effect of velocity and rotation sends the grasshopper flying directly at your face at high speed, this outcome is even more unsatisfying than smacking the grasshopper with the plastic lid.

10. A small plastic tub half full of fertilizer for six azaleas and one boxwood will have a very long shelf life when properly stored in the garage--hopefully, long enough to outlast the damn grasshoppers because I am not going out again until they're gone. :)

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For the gamers out there

2010-05-10T16:33:19Z

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Oh fer the love of -- Dear Henry...

2010-05-06T03:05:57Z

Dear Henry,

The next time you manage to delete one of my desktop shortcut icons, I will register your butt as a dangerous weapon.

With exasperated affection and a bemused shake of the head,

Mama

p.s. As my father used to say to us kids back the day - "You might be a pane, but I can't see through you!"

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