Toad in the Hole

May 12, 2007

Taking the Long View


Two western gulls on a ruin, Alcatraz. (Looks better enlarged.)

Well, we got a new computer after the debacle, and it's pretty nice. The mouse has a weird habit of skittering away -- OK, the cursor does that, but it does it so mousily...

The old one is still in the shop where they're attempting data recovery. I'd cross my fingers, but they don't seem to meet.* Meanwhile, every muscle in my tired old body seems to be permanently cramped. I wish Angela the massage magician were here.

* A free beer for anyone who gets the reference.

Posted at May 12, 2007 05:09 AM


That's a great photo... hope the data recovery is successful.

(The reference is running around in my brain, let me work on this, ok?)

Posted by: Pica at May 12, 2007 02:07 PM

It is an excellent picture. It's an even better picture when you realize it's Alcatraz. Something about birds and prisons.

As my wits stayed in bed today leaving my poor body to fend for itself once again, I have no idea of the reference, but then I don't know how you'd buy me a beer anyway. :) I eagerly await someone else getting it.

Posted by: Sara at May 14, 2007 03:57 AM

That would be: Richard Thompson singin' Cold Feet
I've got cold feet, it's a-crazy chasin'
When things get serious, time is a-wastin'
I'd cross my fingers but they don't seem to meet
There's no need to tell me that I've got cold feet, a-ha-ha

Posted by: Kate at May 15, 2007 09:28 PM

I've gradually won Miss Patsy over to varieties of folk, country and even rock. She used not to like electric guitars unless they were held by women or backing up Mary G. Blige. For a Cathlick, she had kinda uncathlick taste.

I can't count how many times she said, "What's up with that taking a ride on the Wall of Death song? I worry about you." Finally she got that I'm morbid, and she came round to the song when she heard, I think, Nanci Griffith sing it.


Posted by: B. Dagger Lee at May 16, 2007 01:25 PM

Kate gets the Belgian of her choice! Yeah, a bit obscure; the song's on Henry the Human Fly.

BDL, hey, that song ain't morbid; the Wall of Death is a motorcycle cage-ride. VROOOOM!

Sara, I'd buy you a beer in payment for that site you sent me to the other day. I'll post it in a separate thing for the delectation of the rest of you later.

Posted by: Ron Sullivan at May 17, 2007 05:12 PM

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