Working For The Weekend [refrain]
Every few weeks on a Friday afternoon Postmodern Sass quits work early to thank her readers for reading, and shares some of their email messages and other tidbits with you.
Look at me, I'm Sandra B! The karaoke contest that the Viking and I were competing in finished last night, and I won the trophy for Miss Congeniality. The Viking didn't win anything, which only goes to show that life isn't fair.
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Jack is coming to Toronto this weekend, and I can't wait to show him my trophy. He didn't make it to that wedding in October, but it's not because he stood me up. It's because he was in the hospital. Nothing life threatening, but enough to keep him from getting on a plane. That time, I was the second person he called. The first was the woman who's known him since the day he was born, which is even longer than I have, and whom I may one day meet.
Or not.
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Speaking of hospitals, Donny was also in one recently, and missed Joey's birthday party. He reports, "I'm in good, but grumpy shape and will be back to my usual beer drinking, karaoake classics killing, CSIS Googling, dating life meddling ways in a couple of weeks. Sort of makes it easy to wait doesn't it?"
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I love getting presents, as I've told you before. I especially love getting presents when I'm not expecting them. 'Cause I love surprises too. So guess how much I loved that Dave sent me a belated CD for my birthday, one he made himself, just like Rob Gordon, called "Postmodern Birthday by DJ Bangladesh." It includes The Dandy Warhols, a band I've heard of but don't know enough about, the Ramones, The Pixies, and Joe Strummer, which no one needs to tell me about, and a bunch of stuff I've never heard of. So, awesome cool.
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I've told you, Gentle Reader, about some of the very interesting regulars at The Banknote. Here's one I haven't told you about yet: Charlie Ringas. He is a composer, and his latest production, Gold of Hours, is being performed at the Premier Dance Theatre at Harbourfront tonight and tomorrow night. It is, he tells me, "a full length multimedia work for chamber orchestra and chorus." I asked him if that was anything like The White Stripes. Oh, Operaman, where are you when I need you?
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I invited Marc Weisblott to karaoke, but he says he can only talk into the microphone, like he did at CIUT — not sing
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Caleb wrote me a deliciously detailed email proffering proliferous prescriptions on my plight. That is, the Boz situation. That was after he read this, but before he read this. I only wish I'd had the opportunity to take his advice. Sigh.
It never rains, it only pours... just as I was about to publish this story, I checked my email and there's a message from Boz saying, weather permitting let's go sailing this weekend. Have I mentioned it snowed here yesterday? Help!
* * *
The Rush reference post drew several emails from you, Gentle Readers. Some of you said, "I thought everyone would get that reference!" Others said, "Gee, I didn't get that." Proving once again that one never knows. Least of all me. See, the thing is, I went to high school with Neil Peart's (much younger) sister, and he lived in Beamsville during most of those years. So everyone in town, except maybe my Oma, was a Rush fan by definition. So I have something of a skewed perspective on how widely known the band was. Or is.
* * *
The truly wonderful thing about the sundry blog awards that circulate every year in the blogosphere is that they're a way to find new blogs to read. It's how I discovered Tequila Mockingbird, who won Best Kept Secret Blog at the Bloggies in 2003. Being nominated to be nominated for the Deutsche Welle BOBs got me browsing the awards site and looking through the winners from last year. And I discovered some new gems:
Vodkapundit by gourmand, sybarite, raconteur, and prolific Amazon.com reviewer Stephen Green, whose 50 Words and Phrases not to use on a First Date I will use (er, that is, not use) if ever I go on a date again. I especially like his links categories. (Would I belong under "Molson?") And his hair.
Nominated for best blog in this year's BOBs is, from Argentina, Más Respeto, Que Soy Tu Madre which means "A little respect, I'm your mother." What a great title. I wish I could read Spanish. Another interesting one is, from Germany, Lyssas Lounge, Ein Lebenssurrogatextract. Stylish, and I can read this one.
* * *
David Sifry and Technorati say there are 19.6 million blogs out there. So if my Technorati ranking is 72,535, that's pretty good, isn't it?
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And finally, Jen from Chicago emailed me to say she found me through a Technorati search for karaoke. I'm glad she found me, because now I've found her, and lemme tell you, she tells good story. She told me about her Halloween costume. She dressed as a karaoke machine. Check it out. She didn't tell me she taps.
Oh, I haven't told you about that, Gentle Reader? So many stories to tell, so little time...
* * *
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Look at me, I'm Sandra B! The karaoke contest that the Viking and I were competing in finished last night, and I won the trophy for Miss Congeniality. The Viking didn't win anything, which only goes to show that life isn't fair.
Jack is coming to Toronto this weekend, and I can't wait to show him my trophy. He didn't make it to that wedding in October, but it's not because he stood me up. It's because he was in the hospital. Nothing life threatening, but enough to keep him from getting on a plane. That time, I was the second person he called. The first was the woman who's known him since the day he was born, which is even longer than I have, and whom I may one day meet.
Or not.
Speaking of hospitals, Donny was also in one recently, and missed Joey's birthday party. He reports, "I'm in good, but grumpy shape and will be back to my usual beer drinking, karaoake classics killing, CSIS Googling, dating life meddling ways in a couple of weeks. Sort of makes it easy to wait doesn't it?"
I love getting presents, as I've told you before. I especially love getting presents when I'm not expecting them. 'Cause I love surprises too. So guess how much I loved that Dave sent me a belated CD for my birthday, one he made himself, just like Rob Gordon, called "Postmodern Birthday by DJ Bangladesh." It includes The Dandy Warhols, a band I've heard of but don't know enough about, the Ramones, The Pixies, and Joe Strummer, which no one needs to tell me about, and a bunch of stuff I've never heard of. So, awesome cool.
I've told you, Gentle Reader, about some of the very interesting regulars at The Banknote. Here's one I haven't told you about yet: Charlie Ringas. He is a composer, and his latest production, Gold of Hours, is being performed at the Premier Dance Theatre at Harbourfront tonight and tomorrow night. It is, he tells me, "a full length multimedia work for chamber orchestra and chorus." I asked him if that was anything like The White Stripes. Oh, Operaman, where are you when I need you?
I invited Marc Weisblott to karaoke, but he says he can only talk into the microphone, like he did at CIUT — not sing
Caleb wrote me a deliciously detailed email proffering proliferous prescriptions on my plight. That is, the Boz situation. That was after he read this, but before he read this. I only wish I'd had the opportunity to take his advice. Sigh.
It never rains, it only pours... just as I was about to publish this story, I checked my email and there's a message from Boz saying, weather permitting let's go sailing this weekend. Have I mentioned it snowed here yesterday? Help!
The Rush reference post drew several emails from you, Gentle Readers. Some of you said, "I thought everyone would get that reference!" Others said, "Gee, I didn't get that." Proving once again that one never knows. Least of all me. See, the thing is, I went to high school with Neil Peart's (much younger) sister, and he lived in Beamsville during most of those years. So everyone in town, except maybe my Oma, was a Rush fan by definition. So I have something of a skewed perspective on how widely known the band was. Or is.
The truly wonderful thing about the sundry blog awards that circulate every year in the blogosphere is that they're a way to find new blogs to read. It's how I discovered Tequila Mockingbird, who won Best Kept Secret Blog at the Bloggies in 2003. Being nominated to be nominated for the Deutsche Welle BOBs got me browsing the awards site and looking through the winners from last year. And I discovered some new gems:
Vodkapundit by gourmand, sybarite, raconteur, and prolific Amazon.com reviewer Stephen Green, whose 50 Words and Phrases not to use on a First Date I will use (er, that is, not use) if ever I go on a date again. I especially like his links categories. (Would I belong under "Molson?") And his hair.
Nominated for best blog in this year's BOBs is, from Argentina, Más Respeto, Que Soy Tu Madre which means "A little respect, I'm your mother." What a great title. I wish I could read Spanish. Another interesting one is, from Germany, Lyssas Lounge, Ein Lebenssurrogatextract. Stylish, and I can read this one.
David Sifry and Technorati say there are 19.6 million blogs out there. So if my Technorati ranking is 72,535, that's pretty good, isn't it?
And finally, Jen from Chicago emailed me to say she found me through a Technorati search for karaoke. I'm glad she found me, because now I've found her, and lemme tell you, she tells good story. She told me about her Halloween costume. She dressed as a karaoke machine. Check it out. She didn't tell me she taps.
Oh, I haven't told you about that, Gentle Reader? So many stories to tell, so little time...
Click here to sing the next chorus of Working For The Weekend with Postmodern Sass.
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