Yuck Me Monk
Marinated Me Grill
Bicycle Erector Come Rent
A Byproduct In Stir
Lob Lens
Bending Orbiting
A Scratched Owl Morn Spun
A Clothesline Moving Skunk
Belch Hugs Toy
Herculean Brutes
Ebb Gentler Sloth Your Tot
Bogus Ole Gyms
Fitted Pigsty
A Crackhead Slumming Plows Porn
Pee Yet Hop
Be He Nitwits Mono Tux
A Meager Vein Hit Wiry
A Headstone Of Lips
A Rending Is Just Wow
Dug Plunge
Monthly Archives: September 2008
The Reemergence Of The Green Monkey
Lately, I just feel like making a mix tape. Is there anyone else who wants to play?
Let’s go for Volume 11 of the Green Monkey Music Project!
The theme for this project is going to be POWER POP. If you need a refresher/tutorial/clue, please feel free to peruse this Wikipedia entry to get a basic sense of what constitutes power pop.
I am not looking to be extremely stringent about what falls into the category. For me, it’s up-front drums playing a mid-tempo beat, the guitars are loud and cutting, and the melody is catchy, even pretty.
For example, Cheap Trick’s “Surrender” is an absolutely perfect power pop song. And that’s going to be what kicks off this edition of the GMMP.
How about we have five participants, each allotted eight songs to play with? With me participating, that leaves four other people to sign up!
Please note: There is one minor though important change to this volume of the GMMP. Participants should be prepared to supply every song they submit to this mix (if I don’t have the song or am unable to obtain it, I’m going to be asking you for it).
Okay. I feel better now.
LET’S ROCK!!!!!!!!!!
UPDATE:
Alright, alright, since the monkey has been gone for so long, I will let all people that have requested participation into the mix (besides, you can’t have too much power pop).
So, here are the participants:
Splotchy
Bubs
Domboy
Allen L.
Tenacious S
Westcoast Walker
Lulu
Just post your selections as a comment on this post, fellow monkeyers. Remember, if I can’t find the song, you’ll be expected to come up with it.
And The Pigs Are Eating Popcorn, Selling Tickets To The Show
MizSplotchy has caused this song to be permanently lodged in my cerebellum.
The Bird And The Bee – La La La
Non-English Expression Rollcall!
sotto voce!
Spicing Up The Coin Toss
Ah, the coin toss. Answerer of questions. Settler of disputes.
There are a variety of ways of flipping a coin, but I find the most satisfying way is achieved by flipping the coin in the air and letting it fall on the ground.
Such a simple action can get boring if you do it enough times. I have come up with a novel idea that will make each coin toss fresh and exciting.
If a coin lands on heads or tails, the usual rules apply. If the person calls heads and the coin comes up heads, they win. If it comes up tails, they lose.
However, if a coin flip results in the coin landing on its edge, the coin toss flipper and the coin toss caller must immediately engage in a fight to the death, after which the victor is entitled to consume the heart of the loser (to absorb their strength).
I’m relatively certain that the probability of a coin landing on its edge, rather than heads or tails, must be extremely minute (math nerds, help me out with the statistics if you have some time to spare). So, while there is little danger of being thrust into a horrific, bloody fight, the possibility is always there.
Did I just add a little spice to your life? You’re welcome!
It Was A Wet, Wet Weekend
I am still sore from this weekend. MizSplotchy is still sore from this weekend.
MizSplotchy kicked absolute ass at the Chicago Half Marathon. Holy crap, did she kick ass. This was her first race, and she finished in the 37th percentile! It rained for the whole damned race, but that didn’t stop her.
She was running with a friend of hers, but they hadn’t come up with a plan for meeting up if they got separated. They got separated. She couldn’t remember exactly where she parked her car. So, she walked a couple more miles having just run 13 miles, soaking wet, the rain still coming down, her lips blue, teeth chattering. She had no phone, she didn’t have her glasses. A nice old lady gave her a plastic shopping bag to put on her head. She eventually found a cop and said, “I need help!!” She then used his phone to call me, I called her friend, she found her car and headed home.
So why am I sore? I didn’t run a crazy-assed race.
Well, fucking Hurricane Ike is why I’m sore. MizSplotchy was gone for pretty much the whole weekend. She had a reunion she went to on Saturday in Evanston, so I was left to take care of our three chilluns, etc. Except it was raining, and raining, and raining.
When we get a large amount of rain, our basement gets a lot of seepage. Unfortunately, we have a lot of living space in the basement. Our family room, the kid’s playroom, and my office are all downstairs. So, I’m scrambling around to feed the kids, set up movies for them on a laptop (our TV is downstairs) to keep them occupied while I handle the basement situation.
I first drag up a crapload of stuff up from the basement, then take all the other stuff I can and stack it off the floor. Next, I take a shopvac to the eighteen different places quickly puddling with water. I did manage to get the kids out of the house to an indoor playground for a couple hours when the rain briefly stopped and the seepage slowed, so I didn’t feel like a completely shitty dad.
So, Sunday. Saturday was paradise compared to Sunday. Sunday brought more rain from the remnants of Hurricane Ike.
There is a drain in our laundry room that leads to an ejector pump. The ejector pump is used in our house to push out waste water from our kitchen, dishwasher, washer, etc. I don’t believe it handles the sewage of the Splotchy household.
I had been dumping the water from the shopvac into this drain on Saturday, and in the early hours of Sunday. By around 10:30am, with several more hours of “Heavy Rain” predicted, the drain stopped taking the water. It wasn’t backing up, but it wasn’t going down.
OH FUCK.
So, Plan B. I stop worrying about the seepage coming into the other parts of the house. The water is slowly but steadily rising in the laundry room, three inches, four inches, five inches. The drain is stopped and the seepage continues to come in. We have to get the water out of the basement somehow.
So…. I get all our empty buckets. I empty a couple large kitty litter containers with handles. I start scooping up the water, and take it upstairs to our side porch. I get a large black garbage can with wheels and place it just outside the side porch. And this is what I did for the rest of the day:
Fill up the buckets and the kitty litter containers
Haul them to the side porch
Dump them into the garbage can
Drag the garbage can fifty feet into our stupid unfinished alley
Dump the garbage can.
(Optional) Say, “FUCK YOU, ALLEY!”
I had to drag the water to the alley, because if I dump the water right outside the house, it’s just going to seep in again. Oh, once more — “FUCK YOU, ALLEY!”
One of our neighbors helped me for a while until his house started getting some water problems in the basement. My brother’s girlfriend came over for a while. When MizSplotchy finally got home, she started helping as well. We briefly had a borrowed swimming pool pump attached to a garden hose that we also used to pull some water from the basement, until the person we borrowed it from needed it back due to their own basement issues.
I figure I must have dragged at least eighty full garbage cans of water from our house. AT LEAST.
So, I’m sore. MizSplotchy is sore.
People had it much, much worse than us, but this is our story. We hope you found it heartwarming.
My Obligatory September 11th Post
Word Combinations
There’s a lot of words out there. There’s a lot of words in unusual combinations out there, too.
I did a little exercise. I tried coming up with word combinations that, when surrounded with quote marks, did not produce any results in Google.
Sure, Google might come back and say, “Hey, though we didn’t find ‘booger puzzler’, we found these pages that contain both ‘booger’ and ‘puzzler’.” In my opinion, if Google did not find “booger puzzler”, that is a successful word combo.
It’s actually not an easy thing to do, especially if you use only two words in a combination.
Anyways, here are my results. Feel free to try your own, you weirdos.
01. “controlled burst bidet”
02. “howling negligee”
03. “nocturnal pickaxe”
04. “penultimate flatulence”
05. “woozy hare”
06. “uranium hitchhiking”
07. “fishy earlobes”
08. “undefinable zipper”
09. “existential rollerboogie”
10. “philosophically mumbly”
11. “jerryrigged cancer”
12. “postponed gum chewing”
13. “sibilant chowder”
14. “sad wink martindale”
15. “lemon midget tree”
16. “olfactory nunchucks”
17. “no I don’t like it, and I never will”
18. “umbrellas for president”
19. “go now cheesily”
20. “splotchy word train”