I started to think about scary things – mainly when my granddaughter came downstairs and scared me, appearing like an attacking hulk of a cave girl. But never mind that, vampires popped into my mind and I remembered a place where you get the Count Dracula Casket. Out of curiosity, I checked on the ABC Casket site again and I could find no reference to the Count Dracula Casket. I guess – now four plus years after I posted the information – if you have a dying vampire, you’re going to have to look someplace else.
Monthly Archives: October 2012
LZP and Old Kook
I received an email from LZP, High Highness of the Gnome Guild (or would that be Guilt?); it included a picture of how he sees Old Kook.
Kindle Daily Deal – Be Aware!
This morning I opened my email and viewed the message from Amazon about the Kindle Daily Deals:
When I clicked on the Learn More button, this is what appeared:
It would be very easy not to notice that there are TWO “1’s” in the price instead of the advertized ONE.
A revealing ghostly image?
And if we had four Shanes . . .
Old Kook wandered in
First of all, I really am not certain of the spelling of Old Kook’s name – not that I don’t have the “Old” part down, although, now that I think about it, it could be “Ole”. Pushing that to the back for right now, it is the “Kook” part that gives me pause; could it be his nickname was Cuke, as in cucumber. Maybe he loved those green, oblong things; I don’t know.
We were watching news coverage of the impending Frankenstorm yesterday in the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, when a tall gent walked in, ordered a regular foldover and a drink and quietly munched and watched the TV with us. When he came in, he said, “Old Kook says hi.” When he left, he said, “Old Kook will see you later.”
Now, my father-in-law knew an Old Kook; perhaps this is the same one – a peanut butter eating time traveller, since both men have passed away. My father-in-law would think not because he was not really a whimsical person; he was more of a story-joke person. Der Bingle and I would listen to some of his jokes and then laugh, although I confided on more than one occasion to Der Bingle that while I was listening to the story-joke, I was also praying I would recognize the punchline. Der Bingle understood my concern.
However, there was one story that my father-in-law told that has become a a trigger for instant laughter. It was not a long story: Old Kook was at a gathering spot when a brawl broke out. He yelled, “Count Old Kook in,” and joined the fray. A minute (or less) later, he came crawling out under a table while calling out, “Count Old Kook out.”
This was a minor laugh story to my father-in-law, but it struck Der Bingle and me at a burst out guffawing level. I think I remember my father-in-law watching our response in confused surprise. I mean, to him it was mildly funny, but we thought it was FUNNY – as in have to open your mouth so your cheeks don’t explode funny.
That was decades ago, and as Virginia learned in The Sun that there will always be a Santa, so there is forever an Old Kook. We are happy he is in the neighborhood and will keep a cucumber in the fridge in case it really is Old Cuke and he wants a slice or two on his foldover.
Zombies
Okay, I know it is Halloween and the time of ghostly, ghastly scary things – unless you’re little and in a cow, princess, beaver, fireman costume – but I can’t understand why I amunder zombie attack at the kindle store.
Today there was an ad for a book ttiled something about strangers in a strange land.
Yep, it was about THEM!
A heck of a day
This is going to be short because I’m thinking of drowning my frustration in peanut butter. I announced I was going to Wal-Mart; Alison asked to go; then she asked if Colin could accompany us; then we took a pole for a paint pad out of the back seat for him; then she went to lean it against the garage wall and turned and fell flat on her face.
Her arm hurt a lot so we went for x-rays at the ER. No break, but a bad sprain. Back home with pain medicine, muscle relaxers and heating pads. I didn’t get over to the nursing home and Summer and I baked chicken for their supper. It was frozen; we had to defrost it. While waiting for that we waited for certain numbers to show up on the dial of the microwave as it turbo-defrosted. Oddly, we found it entertaining. I doubt we would find it so again.
The lights are low at the PBC & Roadhouse; the fire is flickering. I’m sitting here thinking all I need now is to hear Lili Marlene on a scratchy record.
Well, as Scarlett O’Hara said, “Tomorrow is another day.” If I am in the middle of trend, this could be worrisome. Maybe I need to have a great day and then opt for the Groundhog Day Syndrome, first diagnosed in Bill Murray – though I doubt I could ever learn to play the piano.
Somebody turn that record up so it will drown me out . . .
Well, look at this
I am sitting here with my computer and, for some reason, decided to look at Wubbas. The first one I saw is only in stock in the small size.
BUT, this one is available in large.
However, it looks like it might get us in trouble with the PETA people. Still . . .
Well, Ack!
So, I mentioned this morning about the driver’s license problem and I spiffed up and went off to get the deed done. Well, there was no new picture; they just ran off a computer copy of my old license with the amended expiration date and told me the new real license would be mailed to the bureau itself and they would call me when it arrived. It was easy, but I had really begun to look forward to getting rid of the old picture because I had scrutinized it before I went in so I would actually want to go to the trouble of getting a new license. I scowled at the fat, beady-eyed face . . . and now that’s me again for a few more years.
Do NOT expect me to scan it and post it here . . . better a line drawing – circle, two dots of eyes, dash for a nose and a slash for my mouth.