It may come as no surprise that my To-Do lists are a stream of consciousness affair that flow randomly from one item to another, sometimes with exhaustive doodles or explanations interspersed. I get a surprising amount of things done that way, but sometimes I have to haul the left half of my brain out of storage and make a proper list in order to tie up loose ends. And that, my darling readers, is what today was all about.
This is going to be a bit of a soup today. Apologies to anyone who might be tuning in for the first time or if you came in search of "sleek jowled big melons" - I have a few items of housekeeping I need to deal with and then tomorrow we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming. There is some audience participation required today, though.
Light Housekeeping:
-- You may have noticed a few changes to the "look and feel" around the Periphery. It's because today, with the help of Kristen at Four Hens and a Rooster and the moral support of Tara at Faith in Ambiguity, I put on my big girl pants and delved (with my big toe) into the world of the frightening hobgoblins that lurk just below the surface of the interwebs.
Shameless Plug:
-- You may now like me. Come on, let's make it official. Make an honest woman of me and show your Facebookerly love of me, pretty please? I promise to not over-post or look at all of your family pictures or enter into commenting wars with your Aunt Ethel or do pretty much anything that has anything to do with videos of cats. It just makes me relive junior high a bit to look over and see "1 person likes Periphery". If you're not on Facebook, don't feel left out. You may also add your tiny little face to my merry band of readers with the Googly thing. I decided it was time to 'fess up and show the world just how lame I am.
Light Housekeeping:
-- I have noticed over the last few days, with growing hysteria, a kind of a foot smell emanating from my kitchen. Not a good foot smell either. Kind of a fruity foot smell, but not fruit exactly. The better part of my day was spent locating every possible source of the foot smell and eradicating it. This involved a lot of fridge cleaning, sweeping, trash can scrubbing, yard waste bin inspecting and a hard hat.
Shameless Plug:
--This one is a result of plumbing that was installed by chimps in a 100 year old sink. It objected to my fridge-cleaning activities. That's enough said about that, though.
Light Housekeeping:
-- I have signed up for another month of NaBloPoMo with BlogHer. The theme is Relative and I may or may not follow it. But I must know, before I continue, how is every month National Blog Posting Month? I sign up for their blogroll because I enjoy the community each month of crazy bloggers, but it's a little bit silly to call it NaBloPoMo every month and I'm not putting that badge on my site (even if I knew how to.) Come to think of it, NaBloPoMo is just a silly acronym no matter what month you use it. Can we just agree that this is the year of the blog post here at Periphery and that I will more than likely write every day regardless because I set odd challenges for myself with great regularity, badge or no badge? Also, please, someone, please, please, please tell me what "Sparkle" is.
Shameless Plug:
--I am not knocking BlogHer. It's because of that website that I've even entered into this realm of blogging and have learned as much as I have over the last few months. Plus, someone over there loves me. I've had like 4 of my most random posts featured over the last few months. It's confounding, really.
Light Housekeeping:
--It was deemed vitally necessary that the Hooligan and I make whoopie pies today, too. So there's that.
Shameless - just shameless, really:
--Because of being so engrossed in the production of whoopie pies and building a better blog and eradicating the foot smell, I had to run out the door to get the jBird from school. It was not until after I returned home that I realized that I had been grinning around making nice-nice with some Power PTA Ladies with all kinds of lunch stuck in my teeth and chocolate cookie batter on my hands. And I smelled like a fruity foot. Do not envy my awesomeness.
Light Housekeeping and a Shameless Plug all in one:
--Masked Mom has brought it to my attention that I owe Sting an apology for my muckraking yesterday. If Sting is anything like his character in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, he is not to be trifled with. I am too weary from my exploits today to repeat it all, but check out the comment section on yesterday's post for Masked Mom's compelling argument and my rebuttal. Suffice it to say, Sting, I'm sorry. Your song Russians is not paternalistic twaddle, it's just twaddle.
Light Housekeeping:
--You may have noticed that I have switched up to being TangledLou everywhere. It's not because I don't want you to know my name. It's because I don't want my mom to Google me and find my blog. More on that another time, as well as the genesis of the moniker "Tangled Lou". Never fear, though. It's still just little ol' me.
Shameless Plug:
--When guys have that thing done where they take hair off their back or some other God-forsaken place and have it stuck to their heads.
One Last Shameless Plug:
--Don't forget the Blog Hop on February 29th. You will be granted a reprieve from my madness and there will be someone filling this space with her wit and very Michelle Pfeiffer-like hair. I will be elsewhere, stirring up trouble. Seriously, though, you guys are in for such a treat.
This is going to be a bit of a soup today. Apologies to anyone who might be tuning in for the first time or if you came in search of "sleek jowled big melons" - I have a few items of housekeeping I need to deal with and then tomorrow we will be back to our regularly scheduled programming. There is some audience participation required today, though.
Light Housekeeping:
-- You may have noticed a few changes to the "look and feel" around the Periphery. It's because today, with the help of Kristen at Four Hens and a Rooster and the moral support of Tara at Faith in Ambiguity, I put on my big girl pants and delved (with my big toe) into the world of the frightening hobgoblins that lurk just below the surface of the interwebs.
Shameless Plug:
-- You may now like me. Come on, let's make it official. Make an honest woman of me and show your Facebookerly love of me, pretty please? I promise to not over-post or look at all of your family pictures or enter into commenting wars with your Aunt Ethel or do pretty much anything that has anything to do with videos of cats. It just makes me relive junior high a bit to look over and see "1 person likes Periphery". If you're not on Facebook, don't feel left out. You may also add your tiny little face to my merry band of readers with the Googly thing. I decided it was time to 'fess up and show the world just how lame I am.
Light Housekeeping:
-- I have noticed over the last few days, with growing hysteria, a kind of a foot smell emanating from my kitchen. Not a good foot smell either. Kind of a fruity foot smell, but not fruit exactly. The better part of my day was spent locating every possible source of the foot smell and eradicating it. This involved a lot of fridge cleaning, sweeping, trash can scrubbing, yard waste bin inspecting and a hard hat.
Shameless Plug:
--This one is a result of plumbing that was installed by chimps in a 100 year old sink. It objected to my fridge-cleaning activities. That's enough said about that, though.
Light Housekeeping:
-- I have signed up for another month of NaBloPoMo with BlogHer. The theme is Relative and I may or may not follow it. But I must know, before I continue, how is every month National Blog Posting Month? I sign up for their blogroll because I enjoy the community each month of crazy bloggers, but it's a little bit silly to call it NaBloPoMo every month and I'm not putting that badge on my site (even if I knew how to.) Come to think of it, NaBloPoMo is just a silly acronym no matter what month you use it. Can we just agree that this is the year of the blog post here at Periphery and that I will more than likely write every day regardless because I set odd challenges for myself with great regularity, badge or no badge? Also, please, someone, please, please, please tell me what "Sparkle" is.
Shameless Plug:
--I am not knocking BlogHer. It's because of that website that I've even entered into this realm of blogging and have learned as much as I have over the last few months. Plus, someone over there loves me. I've had like 4 of my most random posts featured over the last few months. It's confounding, really.
Light Housekeeping:
--It was deemed vitally necessary that the Hooligan and I make whoopie pies today, too. So there's that.
Shameless - just shameless, really:
--Because of being so engrossed in the production of whoopie pies and building a better blog and eradicating the foot smell, I had to run out the door to get the jBird from school. It was not until after I returned home that I realized that I had been grinning around making nice-nice with some Power PTA Ladies with all kinds of lunch stuck in my teeth and chocolate cookie batter on my hands. And I smelled like a fruity foot. Do not envy my awesomeness.
Light Housekeeping and a Shameless Plug all in one:
--Masked Mom has brought it to my attention that I owe Sting an apology for my muckraking yesterday. If Sting is anything like his character in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, he is not to be trifled with. I am too weary from my exploits today to repeat it all, but check out the comment section on yesterday's post for Masked Mom's compelling argument and my rebuttal. Suffice it to say, Sting, I'm sorry. Your song Russians is not paternalistic twaddle, it's just twaddle.
Light Housekeeping:
--You may have noticed that I have switched up to being TangledLou everywhere. It's not because I don't want you to know my name. It's because I don't want my mom to Google me and find my blog. More on that another time, as well as the genesis of the moniker "Tangled Lou". Never fear, though. It's still just little ol' me.
Shameless Plug:
--When guys have that thing done where they take hair off their back or some other God-forsaken place and have it stuck to their heads.
One Last Shameless Plug:
--Don't forget the Blog Hop on February 29th. You will be granted a reprieve from my madness and there will be someone filling this space with her wit and very Michelle Pfeiffer-like hair. I will be elsewhere, stirring up trouble. Seriously, though, you guys are in for such a treat.
I quite forget how I cured the issue of foot smell but I did find out where it came from. It is from copper pipes that smell like that. I think that i checked the pipes under the sink in the bathroom for leaks, brushed all of the patina off what i saw and poured a gallon or so of horrible stuff into the sink drain. for some reason the smell went away and I dont know why but it must have something to do with those pipes.
ReplyDeleteWelcome Garry! Thank you for stopping by and thank you for that most wonderful bit of advice. I am almost positive that you are right about that. I shall have to purchase a gallon of horrible stuff today.
DeleteI have to tell you that I read every word. Some of it I understood, and some of it demonstrates how much I still have to learn. For beginners, someone is going to have to help me with the very first shameless plug. Specifically, "the googly thing." I understand that sophisticated vernacular is a key component, and it will take a while to glean the most significant phrases, but I need a little jump-start. Btw, I always see change as positive, and an inspiration to me, who has so far to go. As always, thanks for an entertaining post.
ReplyDelete"Googly thing" is, of course, the technical term for the little members box to the right. Your little tiny face is already on there, I believe. I would not think too hard about this one, Mark. It's really a lot of nonsense rendered by excessive exposure to foot fumes.
DeleteAnd why does my name appear as O'Neill, instead of O'Neill? That pesky apostrophe. Sorry for invading your space to vent. It's obviously a personal problem, and one for which I will need to "see my chaplain."
ReplyDeleteI have wondered the same thing. In fact I went as far as to think "I wonder what it's like to have an apostrophe in one's surname? Is it a pain to type? Does this sort of ampersanding happen often? Or perhaps it's just sort of code name?"
DeleteI think it's just that the HTML does something funny in your screen name. I haven't the slightest idea how one would go about fixing something like that, though.
Here's the thing - the apostrophe only gets messed up in the heading but not in the response...
DeleteYour awesomeness is definitely enviable.
ReplyDeleteOh Word Nerd! You are the awesome one. I think it was M-Half who said it best: "I always feel a little bit famous when I get a comment from you!"
DeleteI have felt the exact same way about the whole NaBloPoMo thing- seems a bit of a ridiculous name, so misleading. I've thought about creating a page on Facebook but I'm too chicken- what if people don't 'like' it? How silly would I feel!? I'm making a post next week about a foot smell as well. What a coincidence! You will link to your guest post for Leap Blog Day, right?
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of chicken--not only am I too chicken to start a Facebook page, I'm too chicken to even sign up for Leap Blog Day. ;)
DeleteCdnkaro - That is a very strange coincidence about posting about the foot smell. Probably not as much about the foot smell itself. The under four foot tall set is remarkable in its ability to generate odd smells.
DeleteAnd to MM & Cdnkaro - I'm feeling the chicken with the Facebook. I have had the account for about a month and have just added bits to it whenever I had the courage. I have a tendency to do things that I feel chicken about because I don't want to be chicken. Or smell like it, for that matter. If you build it, they will come.
Sting has wisely decided to plead guilty to twaddle. On a side note, he wonders if you've ever seen Grave Indiscretion in which he plays a whole other level of disturbing character than in Lock, Stock...? (On a side note to the side note, when I went searching for a link to that movie, I discovered that it has been known by at least two other titles Gentlemen Don't Eat Poets and The Grotesque (the title of novel upon which the film was apparently based). Not bad for a movie maybe ten people have seen.)
ReplyDeleteI HAVE SEEN THAT MOVIE! I had completely forgotten about it until now, but thank you for that reminder. I don't remember much about it except that it was disturbing. Totally forgot that was Sting. You know, I do adore Sting. I think "Gentlemen Don't Eat Poets" is just about the best title of anything, ever.
DeleteWhat is a sparkle, really? I mean, if I've got one, I like it. I've given one just to see what happens. But I do not understand it at all! I have a weird smell in our kitchen right now, but I'm hoping it can just keep itself down to a slight smell until Friday, my day off, at which point I will bust out all my odor eradicating moves and get busy. So I've got a full day planned!
ReplyDeleteIt's satisfying and gross all at once, isn't it? I have exactly the same thoughts as you about Sparkle. I mean, are there sparkles all collecting somewhere and when you get enough, fireworks will shoot out of your computer or something. I really wonder if it's just one of those "Let's see how many times the chimps will push this button" things.
DeleteI don't know what Sparkle is. But, I'm lame when it comes to being up-to-date.
ReplyDeleteWe have a nasty foot smell around here, but I'm pretty sure it's coming from my 17 year-old.
I was shocked and dismayed to look at your follower's list and not see my feet there. How could I have overlooked that bit of housekeeping? I'll like you on facebook and I'll follow you anywhere!
(Word verification- 'putra' sort of goes with the foot smell)
Now your feet are there! No foot smell, though, thankfully. I think that boys just smell like feet for a good bit of their lives.
DeleteYAY! Now I can follow you on everything and everywhere and be really really creepy and stalk you. (You will be sorry)
ReplyDeleteThank Heavens no foot smells around here. Although after I read the comments I'm feeling left out. It's a good left out though. Huh, there's such a thing as a good left out.
As for sparkles it's just another "like" as far as I know. It's BlogHer's Facebook version of a "like". At least that's as much as I've gathered.
There are some things that it's good to be left out of. Thank you for the Sparkle explanation. Finally.
DeleteStalk away, darling. I'm not sure how interesting it would be, but be my guest. I always wanted a stalker.
Somehow I just now noticed your name change. Does the name mean Lou is heavily influenced by astronaut orange juice? (Tang led Lou) I was just going to say that grapefruit is a much better role model.
ReplyDeleteOh my, no. I drank so much Tang between the years of 1988 and 1992, that I really have an aversion to it. Certainly not LED by it!
DeleteThere's an odd smell in my house too. Unfortunately, it is the slightly stupid 4-legged one who decided that the bathroom run looked like a litter box. Dammit.
ReplyDeleteI'm liking your house keeping and thinking I need to do something similar. I set up a Facebook page once and immediately took it down. Perhaps I should try again. If Periphery AND The (not always) Lazy W can have Facebook pages, then the M Half can too. Because I don't want to be left out.
I don't know anything about sparkles, except maybe vampires or something.
My word - upeddly. I think I like that.
Ew gross. My cat thought the bathtub was his litter box for a stretch. I don't know what gets into them.
DeleteDo it. I did the same thing with my FB page, but it has really made it easier for some of my adoring fans who aren't on Blogger.
Oh phooey - al these smart people and their cool comments - Me? I've been busting silly ass kids for carrying weed to school and for fighting in the boys' locker room (what is it with 12 year old boys and the need to put up their dukes and fight like a man? - answer that one, Marcus Vespuci) -- oh, and convincing a kid who is being kicked and punched by a young punk that SHE DOES NOT NEED THIS GUY IN HER LIFE. Like she will listen?
ReplyDeleteI love hanging out with you guys for a diversion.
That sounds like a day and a half! I'm happy to provide a diversion for you. I also appreciate the work that you do. It is not easy work, but it is important work and it does make a difference, even when you don't feel like it.
DeleteMe? Explain about duking it out? Never happened. I am the avoid-violence-at-all-costs dude. I would say to the boys, when they wanted to beat each other up, "When I start hitting you, then you can start beating on your brother. Until then, there's a wood-box that needs filling and…" I agree though, that it is a guy thing, more than a girl thing.
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