L'Ordinateur Super!

After you type blogspot enough times in a row…it is surprising how many variations of it you spontaneously come up with…

Why have I been typing blogspot obsessively for the past half an hour? Ah ha…that is a good question…with a very exciting answer!

This is the first post from a sweet little purring machine that is nicely toasting my chilly fingers…

Drum roll…MAC BOOK PRO!!! Ahhhh…it even sounds beautiful!

(Hey…if I can write two posts out of…hmmm…not many more than that…about my car, then I am allowed to write one about my computer. Just in case you thought I was a geek or something. No comments please, unless you are Jereme, Josh, or Nina, because then you understand ☺ )

Although, I admit…I can’t take the credit for this one (except for perhaps MAC propaganda)…you see, “my” and “mine” are relative terms when used in this post. I am currently embarking on a sort of “will work for computer” program; in other words, a joint freelancing effort, which I am really looking forward to. And, thus I am indebted to the owner of the business (for at least six months probably) for the use of this pretty little piece of technology.

And then of course there is the added benefit of being able to add a new reference to my “Babysitting Technological Equipment” resume.

Quandary

"Do you hate me, or.... do you love me?
Either way, I think we've got a problem."

"I hate you....and, I love you."
(~House, 08/13/2006)

Words of Choice

Fantastic is a very satisfying word. When I say it it just feels like I have captured all of the fantastacism of what I am describing. That is why it is my current word of choice.

Then there is horrific. The only problem with horrific is that it is far too close to horrible, and you run the risk of producing some expletive like horrificable, which by the way, totally ruins the impact.

Though I have to say that my favourite will always be the
B. Calhoun original...“No, Please....” I have to give credit where credit is due for this one. So I hear, I get credited for it...but its actual author was none other than the above. (I just made it famous.)

Nice....

Resemblances

The other day I saw Jeff Savigny playing the trumpet in The Z Street Band.

Today, John Locke came in to fix the gaping hole in the ceiling of our computer lab.

After the Convention Reuben Michler waited on our table at Hops in Lake Mary.

Kaira Candalaria is in Monsters Inc.

Every morning at approximately 8:00am, Mr. Kohli (the cousin) from Bride and Prejudice comes into Panera on Lake Mary Blvd, and orders coffee and a bagel. (Try me, you can't miss him...)

Kevin Murphy stars on the Late Show with Conan O'Brien, and Jereme Brower in Johnny Bravo.

Caleb is currently studying with Boone.

And, the man on the front of the Dignity WT resembles...well, a woman, I guess.

Then, there's a whole brand of people in the world who are Tom Cruise look-alikes, ever notice that? My boss, my cousin's exhusband...

At least, I think so. Maybe they do, maybe they don't. But that is the funny thing about resemblances. You would think that if someone looked like someone else, then that was just a fact...like Jereme Brower looking like Johnny Bravo, I guess that's a fact, but that seems to be the exception. So often it is such a subjective science.

A rose, by any other name, would smell so sweet. ~ William Shakespeare (who, by the way, at least according to the opinions of some, had quite a strong resemblance to the Queen of England....)

Blogging

Well, it is approximately 15 days short of a year since I have been blogging. Tis curious who has a blog that didn't, and who keeps it up, and who doesn't. Evidently I fall into the latter category. Eh hem..well, will be curious if anyone actually sees this post....

Ma Vie En Rose will shortly be receiving a much needed facelift: Home-made, and devoid of the attractive circa 1970's puke green, I promise. Will let you know when, and where it lives.

Ciao!

Dinner Table Conversations

What classes a conversation as a 'dinner table conversation' or as is more often heard, 'not a dinner table conversation'?
Here's a few precious samples...

"Its one of those things like being pregnant..."
"Well, I think there can be degrees of pregnancy..."
"No, you are either pregnant, or you are not. It is either a shark or it is not."
"If I was pregnant, and it was a shark, I would be most upset."

"What does ketchup mean?"
"What does mayonaise mean?"
"It is the French for 'jar of fat'."
"What does relish mean?"
"It is called relish because you relish it."
"I can't say that I have ever felt that emotion towards relish."

Some things sound funny with an English Accent...
"taa-cos", "maa-zda proh-teh-jay", "paa-sta"
Some things sound funny with an American Accent...
"I'll have the Caesar salad with Sal-mon. Sal-mon-Ceasar Salad...."
"Sal-mon-ella Salad...???"
"We are out of Sal-mon-ella salad, would you like chicken instead?"

WARNING: It has been scientifically tested and proven that the aforementioned 'dinner table conversations' can cause acute gastronomic discomforts up to and including pukin' sick!

Feel better A :(

__________ the Mazda 3

Well, as most of you now know, poor Cleon is no more. He putzed his last into the Mazda dealership, and a very guilty-feeling me came home with a new Jemma Car. So, thanks to all the invaluable input from the blogging community, and despite the Scion propaganda :), I have at last solved the problem of what is a Jemma Car...

DRUM ROLL....
Mazda 3

There we have it, a happy Mazda family; 3 little Mazdas all in a row :) (We asked if they would give us an advertising discount, but they wouldn't sign us.)

However, again I am asking for help because now it needs a name; something I am ashamed at my lack of ability in. This was brought acutely to my attention by Polarduke's insightful assesment of the problems with the Neon:

"If my name was Cleon, I don't think I would run anymore either."

So, to prevent such a problem again...
"Oh what should I call my dear little [Mazda],
it's [lights] are small but it's [trunk] is enourmouse..." ~A.A. Milne

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