Clean Underwear, Public Drunkenness and Rainy Days:
Thought for the Day:
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
Oscar Wilde, In Life of Oscar Wilde, H. Pearson
Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 - 1900)
The Day that is:
Today, I have an easy morning planed; I have a few letters to write, then a big training to do. I am flying solo, conducting training for about 150 professionals. Shits and giggles all the way around. After that it’s a mad dash down to Indy for an appointment with the Dr. Frankenstein of Knee Surgeons (and old boy better come across with another script for pain pills, or ya’ll will see old JQP get three shades of ugly).
Mrs. JQP has an event all afternoon Saturday, during which I will travel south to celebrate the birthday of my niece (yes, missing football, but this six year old's birthday trumps sports). Sunday, I am reading at Mass, after which my flower has another event she organized for hurricane victims this one however is in cooperation with the Miller Brewing Company, so I think I will be in attendance.
On Laundry:
Tonight, my bride and I plan to stay in and watch movies. While watching movies she will be doing laundry. Yes, she will be doing the laundry, chiefly because we are out of clean underwear (henceforth the reason I am going commando this brisk morning) but also because she hates how I do laundry. I still fold everything like I did in the army, I also don’t separate colors and I wash everything in hot water.
When we first started living together, the Kind and Passionate Mrs. JQP and I would go to a local Laundromat that was handily located next to a liquor store. We would walk over and buy cheap champagne and orange juice and then make Mimosas, drinking them out of coffee cups and engage in people watching.
(I thought you said to “put a quarter in”)
You learn a lot about people in the Laundromat, in some cases to much. We took a pain in the ass task and made it fun, which started me thinking this morning, you know there is something about growing up, buying a house, having your own washer and dryer that can and often does take the simple fun things out of life.
Your Daily Bush Bashing:
(with thanks to Tiny)
A brief recap of the events that encompassed the weekly meeting of No-Love-Thursday:
There was a good turn out of the NLT crew this weekend, with many new representatives of the media and non-for-profit world. The meeting was called to order by M. Chamberlain, Newspaper Man.
In attendance were “Flavia-Puff”, Pastor Bob, myself, the pretty and loving Mrs. JQP, Tiny, Roy Rogers the Radio Guy, (“blank”, I am still coming up with a name for her, she didn’t like “wheel chair pusher”), Double N, and the Angry Redhead.
Missing from the meeting were; Sky Captain, Johnny Vanilla, Colorado Joe, Tony Two Times, The Dudgeon and Dragons Player of the Week, Irizarry, plus some of the usual camp followers. Our group was well (if not over) served by Joel the Barman, Hippy Chic, and later into the night by the Catholic Church Lady.
Pastor Bob started the meeting as expected by challenging the legitimacy of “Flavia-Puff”. He used the fact that she wanted to be the leader. Now it’s a well know fact that many of us in the mid-west feel that anyone who wants to be in charge of something should be denied. Leaders should be drafted, think of how that simple rule would change the face of modern politics as always Pastor Bob had a point.
However several of us were pulled away (Pastor Bob included) from the meeting to go to the Museum across town and listen to the great minds of the hollowed halls of our institution of higher learning hold fourth on the events of the day with fellow alums.
Much to my dismay, they didn’t have those little cocktail weenies, just meatballs and some kind of chicken wrap. However the free beer more than made up for it. After a bit we returned to meeting, with pockets full of complementary items.
In our absence, “Flavia-Puff” worked the crowd, winning over even the most cynical among us, with party games such as the "guess my cup size", and "if you were an element on the periodical chart what element would you be and why?" Yes, we at NLT also select our leaders for their entertainment value. A vote was held and much to Pastor Bob’s shock, “Flavia-Puff” was retained by an overwhelming majority. Other appointments were made, but they remain cloudy to me at this early hour, I will trust my fellow members as always to fill in the blanks.
The meeting ended with a sing-a-long. Needless to say, a good time was had by one and all.
On Mornings:
I as a rule awake at 3:50 am, everyday, even those days when I get to bed at 2:30 am. I picked up this habit I believe while in the service of this great land and have learned to enjoy my quiet time. I start everyday with a pot of coffee, Folgers French Roast, nothing fancy for me. Followed with a simple meal of smoked meats and pickled farm produce, I then divide my attention between CNN, NPR and over 52 newspapers I read online. After which I come to these pages.
I was asked why I blog last night (since there were several other bloggers among us). I have a pat answer “So, I don’t go nuts” but truth be known, I don’t know why I do, it’s obvious to you the reader it isn’t to show case my spelling and/or grammar skills. I guess a better explanation would be that on-line journals are a form of (for lack of a better descriptor) an emotional/intellectual bowel movement, if you will, freeing me from constipation. Blogger gives me gentle over night relief.
The odd part is that most of what you read here is true, only the names and at times the events themselves have been changed, this is done in order to throw off numerous local, state, federal, and in a few cases international law enforcement agencies (no one wants Interpol on their ass).
Happy Birthday, B.B. King!
On dreams:
Last night I had the same dream over and over again. It involved a young white boy with blonde hair about the age of 7. For some reason, lost to me now, his mother came running to me asking for help, that her son had been shot. I got to him and tried every thing I could think of to save his life but couldn’t, when I looked at myself I could see I was coved in his blood. I site this as further proof that this job has absolutely no effect on me. Nope, I never take any of this shit home with me from work.
Your Drinks For the Weekend:
The Ten Quidder
Drink Ingredients:
1 dash Bitters
1 oz. Triple Sec
1 tsp. Blue Curacao
1 1/2 oz. Gin
Instruction:
In an old-fashioned glass almost filled with ice cubes, combine the gin, triple sec, and bitters. Stir well. Pour the Curacao into the center of the drink.
The Marion, Indiana Cocktail
Drink Ingredients:
½ oz Red Hot schnapps
½ oz. Triple Sec
1/2 oz. Apple Brandy
Juice of 1/4 Lemon
Instruction:
Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.
Today’s Bill:
Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
William Shakespeare Greatest English dramatist & poet (1564 - 1616)
Quote of the Day:
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
Douglas Adams, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
English humorist & science fiction novelist (1952 - 2001)
I remain, suckling at the hind teat of the body politic:
JQP esq.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
Oscar Wilde, In Life of Oscar Wilde, H. Pearson
Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 - 1900)
The Day that is:
Today, I have an easy morning planed; I have a few letters to write, then a big training to do. I am flying solo, conducting training for about 150 professionals. Shits and giggles all the way around. After that it’s a mad dash down to Indy for an appointment with the Dr. Frankenstein of Knee Surgeons (and old boy better come across with another script for pain pills, or ya’ll will see old JQP get three shades of ugly).
Mrs. JQP has an event all afternoon Saturday, during which I will travel south to celebrate the birthday of my niece (yes, missing football, but this six year old's birthday trumps sports). Sunday, I am reading at Mass, after which my flower has another event she organized for hurricane victims this one however is in cooperation with the Miller Brewing Company, so I think I will be in attendance.
On Laundry:
Tonight, my bride and I plan to stay in and watch movies. While watching movies she will be doing laundry. Yes, she will be doing the laundry, chiefly because we are out of clean underwear (henceforth the reason I am going commando this brisk morning) but also because she hates how I do laundry. I still fold everything like I did in the army, I also don’t separate colors and I wash everything in hot water.
When we first started living together, the Kind and Passionate Mrs. JQP and I would go to a local Laundromat that was handily located next to a liquor store. We would walk over and buy cheap champagne and orange juice and then make Mimosas, drinking them out of coffee cups and engage in people watching.
(I thought you said to “put a quarter in”)
You learn a lot about people in the Laundromat, in some cases to much. We took a pain in the ass task and made it fun, which started me thinking this morning, you know there is something about growing up, buying a house, having your own washer and dryer that can and often does take the simple fun things out of life.
Your Daily Bush Bashing:
(with thanks to Tiny)
A brief recap of the events that encompassed the weekly meeting of No-Love-Thursday:
There was a good turn out of the NLT crew this weekend, with many new representatives of the media and non-for-profit world. The meeting was called to order by M. Chamberlain, Newspaper Man.
In attendance were “Flavia-Puff”, Pastor Bob, myself, the pretty and loving Mrs. JQP, Tiny, Roy Rogers the Radio Guy, (“blank”, I am still coming up with a name for her, she didn’t like “wheel chair pusher”), Double N, and the Angry Redhead.
Missing from the meeting were; Sky Captain, Johnny Vanilla, Colorado Joe, Tony Two Times, The Dudgeon and Dragons Player of the Week, Irizarry, plus some of the usual camp followers. Our group was well (if not over) served by Joel the Barman, Hippy Chic, and later into the night by the Catholic Church Lady.
Pastor Bob started the meeting as expected by challenging the legitimacy of “Flavia-Puff”. He used the fact that she wanted to be the leader. Now it’s a well know fact that many of us in the mid-west feel that anyone who wants to be in charge of something should be denied. Leaders should be drafted, think of how that simple rule would change the face of modern politics as always Pastor Bob had a point.
However several of us were pulled away (Pastor Bob included) from the meeting to go to the Museum across town and listen to the great minds of the hollowed halls of our institution of higher learning hold fourth on the events of the day with fellow alums.
Much to my dismay, they didn’t have those little cocktail weenies, just meatballs and some kind of chicken wrap. However the free beer more than made up for it. After a bit we returned to meeting, with pockets full of complementary items.
In our absence, “Flavia-Puff” worked the crowd, winning over even the most cynical among us, with party games such as the "guess my cup size", and "if you were an element on the periodical chart what element would you be and why?" Yes, we at NLT also select our leaders for their entertainment value. A vote was held and much to Pastor Bob’s shock, “Flavia-Puff” was retained by an overwhelming majority. Other appointments were made, but they remain cloudy to me at this early hour, I will trust my fellow members as always to fill in the blanks.
The meeting ended with a sing-a-long. Needless to say, a good time was had by one and all.
On Mornings:
I as a rule awake at 3:50 am, everyday, even those days when I get to bed at 2:30 am. I picked up this habit I believe while in the service of this great land and have learned to enjoy my quiet time. I start everyday with a pot of coffee, Folgers French Roast, nothing fancy for me. Followed with a simple meal of smoked meats and pickled farm produce, I then divide my attention between CNN, NPR and over 52 newspapers I read online. After which I come to these pages.
I was asked why I blog last night (since there were several other bloggers among us). I have a pat answer “So, I don’t go nuts” but truth be known, I don’t know why I do, it’s obvious to you the reader it isn’t to show case my spelling and/or grammar skills. I guess a better explanation would be that on-line journals are a form of (for lack of a better descriptor) an emotional/intellectual bowel movement, if you will, freeing me from constipation. Blogger gives me gentle over night relief.
The odd part is that most of what you read here is true, only the names and at times the events themselves have been changed, this is done in order to throw off numerous local, state, federal, and in a few cases international law enforcement agencies (no one wants Interpol on their ass).
Happy Birthday, B.B. King!
On dreams:
Last night I had the same dream over and over again. It involved a young white boy with blonde hair about the age of 7. For some reason, lost to me now, his mother came running to me asking for help, that her son had been shot. I got to him and tried every thing I could think of to save his life but couldn’t, when I looked at myself I could see I was coved in his blood. I site this as further proof that this job has absolutely no effect on me. Nope, I never take any of this shit home with me from work.
Your Drinks For the Weekend:
The Ten Quidder
Drink Ingredients:
1 dash Bitters
1 oz. Triple Sec
1 tsp. Blue Curacao
1 1/2 oz. Gin
Instruction:
In an old-fashioned glass almost filled with ice cubes, combine the gin, triple sec, and bitters. Stir well. Pour the Curacao into the center of the drink.
The Marion, Indiana Cocktail
Drink Ingredients:
½ oz Red Hot schnapps
½ oz. Triple Sec
1/2 oz. Apple Brandy
Juice of 1/4 Lemon
Instruction:
Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.
Today’s Bill:
Thy words, I grant are bigger, for I wear not, my dagger in my mouth.
William Shakespeare Greatest English dramatist & poet (1564 - 1616)
Quote of the Day:
He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.
Douglas Adams, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
English humorist & science fiction novelist (1952 - 2001)
I remain, suckling at the hind teat of the body politic:
JQP esq.
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