Archive for February, 2009

but i did at least donate to npr

So we participated in this (read: ate free pancakes) but forgot to slide the money in the donation box on the way out. Kinda feel like I’ve been called out by money.cnn.com for the freeloader that I am.

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name that muffin

OK, Durhamites, we’re playing a new game.  Who can identify this baked goods locale and/or name the muffin that w. is showcasing?

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mike mulligan, consider yourself replaced.

There’s a new book in town that has put little w. to sleep twice in a row now–Calef Brown’s Flamingos on the Roof.  And the best part is that it doesn’t put me to sleep while I read it!

Our current favorite poem–“Poseidon’s Hair”

Poseidon’s head was nearly bald,

much to his dismay.

He picked some kelp,

and with some help,

he made his own toupee.

Although it smells of oyster shells

and often floats away,

old Poseidon loves his hair–

he wears it every day.

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I mean, what’s not to like about the an illustration where Poseidon sports a tattoo?

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twice in three days

How many more people are going to serenade me with this song this week?

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am i the only person

who can’t handle this?

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I’m not sure what it says about my personality, but I know it isn’t good.  I think I would rather the kids write on the walls than leave the marker caps like this.  Well, almost.

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mrs. mccave and her 23 daves

Setting the stage for George Foreman naming his sons all George, Dr. Seuss’s short story (can you call it that really when his longest story is still pretty short?) “Too Many Daves” is a nighttime favorite over here in these parts.  Mrs. McCave, it appears, named all of her 23 sons Dave in a bout of ill-advised indecision.  This story has little w. in absolute stitches every time, and it is pretty funny, but I can’t quite determine how much of the humor is aimed at the kids and how much is for the benefit of the adult reader.  You decide:

This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves’

As you can imagine, with so many Daves.

And often she wishes that, when they were born,

She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn….

And one of them Stuffy.  And one of them Stinkey.

Another one Putt-Putt.  Another one Moon Face.

Another one Marvin O’Gravel Balloon Face.

And one of them Ziggy, And one Soggy Muff.

One Buffalo Bill.  And one Biffalo Buff.

And one of them Sneepy.  And one Weepy Weed.

And one Paris Garters.  And one Harris Tweed.

And so the story goes on…

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what’s so funny

’bout peace, love, and understanding?

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