Three posts past 1,000 and *back* to FUN WITH HOROSCOPES!
PISCES:Just because someone is out of sight doesn't mean they're out of your mind. A former coworker may reappear on the scene now, and they offer a missing link between you and several opportunities -- including greater wealth and hotter romance. Keep an eagle eye out for unfamiliar phone numbers or email address, because everything isn't as you assume it to be. Sometimes, relationships or other types of connections are circular -- and come back around to make things complete.
Wait. Who's going to do what now? And we gets cheese and hot b*tches? And we *knew* if we kept playing Eagle Eye Cherry, it would pay off. But why will he be emailing us?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
There's only one d, really.
Main Entry: ad·age
Pronunciation: \ˈa-dij\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French, from Latin adagium, from ad- + -agium (akin to aio I say); akin to Greek ē he said
Date: 1513
: a saying often in metaphorical form that embodies a common observation
So what if we looked that sh*t up. We did write it out first in our li'l notebook: "Adage," we wrote. "Addage." "F*ck." In that order. For the record, our evaporating gut said go with the one d. But y'all know how we feel about the double, well, nevermind.
Pronunciation: \ˈa-dij\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle French, from Latin adagium, from ad- + -agium (akin to aio I say); akin to Greek ē he said
Date: 1513
: a saying often in metaphorical form that embodies a common observation
So what if we looked that sh*t up. We did write it out first in our li'l notebook: "Adage," we wrote. "Addage." "F*ck." In that order. For the record, our evaporating gut said go with the one d. But y'all know how we feel about the double, well, nevermind.
We're so not retiring.
So we've thought long and hard about this.
OK. We thought about it for a week. We mulled walking away and stopping the goodness. We read two years worth of hilarity, and we wondered, frequently, if we've lost a step. Kids these days have better blogs. They're using the twitters.
They're listening to their muzak on their mobile cellular telephones. They don't have time for random riffs about rain runs and directions and moving to Canadia and "HEY! We were fat!" and all of these things.
But then we thought of you.
You, our loyal three readers, have supported us throughout it all. Yes, through 1,000 posts of pure unadulterated comical goodness. Sure, not so much with the comments, but you've made it worth it. And we thank you for this. (Plus, if we don't blog, we slowly start losing our minds. Daily).
So the Porch and the Parking Lot is not going away anytime soon. We're now back to our regularly scheduled programming. More fun links. New hip layout. A subscriber feed! Use the feedburner, y'all. God will like you more if you do.
So we're here for you!*
* Newbies, see to the right about the exclamation points. You'll get us, eventually.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
High, Eagles, High
So this morning's troublesome local story is brought to you by the family Reid.
Oof.
(Yesterday's troublesome non-local story that we didn't post was all about the Hooters waitress who left her 1-year-old in the car while she worked it at work. Awesome, this world we livin' in).
Oof.
(Yesterday's troublesome non-local story that we didn't post was all about the Hooters waitress who left her 1-year-old in the car while she worked it at work. Awesome, this world we livin' in).
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