Showing posts with label Fluff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fluff. Show all posts

I Always Wanted A Brass Brassiere

It's cold outside -- and this has brought to mind phrases about Witch's Tits and whatnot -- and this has set me off on another of my ponderings about such phrases.

I mean, who do you think first coined that particular phrase -- "Colder than a witch's tit in a brass brassiere?"

For that matter, who uttered the initial version of "Slicker than snot on a doorknob"?

Or "Colder than a well-digger's ass"?

Or "Dumb as a box of rocks"?

Who were these people? Will we ever know? Do they mind that we use their witticisms without credit?

Since it is unlikely that you will be able to answer these questions in any definitive manner, please include your own favorites in comments.

Here are some more that I like:

One coupon shy of a toaster.
Sharp as a marble.
Couldn't organize a piss-up in a brewery.
Ugly as a sack of spanners.
Ugly as a bulldog licking piss off a nettle.
Couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were on the heel.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 12:17 AM 27 comments  

I Blog in the Middle of the Night

Watch this, and be glad of cats:

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:55 PM 3 comments  

Lunar Beltane

According to those in the know (my beloved, who does incredibly thorough astronomical/astrological research), tonight is the official Lunar Beltane.

Beltane is a "cross-quarter" day -- the day between the Solstice and the Equinox (or the Equinox and the Solstice). These days aren't celebrated much anymore -- more's the pity.

When I was a kid, "May Day" (5/1) was a big deal. We would make little paper cones and staple on little paper handles, and fill them with lilacs and spirea, and leave them hanging on neighbor's door-handles. Nowadays, I'm not sure that people would even recognize the "May Basket" tradition.

There was no candy involved, as with Halloween and Valentine's Day, but for me, this was still a very sweet holiday.

The recipients of our May Baskets were friends in child-form, adult-form, and elder-form. It wasn't one of those holidays where you stuck around to find out if they had opened their door and seen your offering. You hung the basket and ske-daddled.

There were, however, usually lacey dresses involved -- often the "Easter Dress" from some weeks before. You can imagine how that sat with me, Ms. Butchy of 1965.

Thinking back, I can imagine those lilacs poking up from the paper cones. We didn't deliver them with water-vials attached to their stems -- these were wonders to come as we approached our brave new future -- so they must have faded pretty quickly.

But at the time, I was young and hopeful, and probably never gave a thought as to whether the cuttings would be wilted by the time that resident discovered them.

Happy really May Day, everyone.

Just ignore the terminology.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:34 PM 1 comments  

Happy May Day

Today was a day of new beginnings, as our long-lingering community member who wanted to leave has finally . . . . left.

Thank Maude.

I'm using the "reset" as an excuse to return to daily blogging commitments. ("Yeah, yeah," you say, "I've heard THAT before."

But no. Seriously.

Truth is -- I miss blogging when I don't blog regularly.

So, welcome to May, and Happy Beltane (sort of Beltane, anyway).

I spent the day clearing spaces and visioning what might be next for the newly-vacated rooms/areas. We had a fabulous session of song in the empty, concrete-walled studio space that's now available for new uses, too -- I drank some champagne and had an afternoon nap (which is rare for me).

Oh, and also -- the fucking SUN was out!!!!! -- and the yard is gorgeous.

Like this kind of gorgeous:

So, I'm in a very good mood tonight.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:55 PM 0 comments  

You Know -- Sometimes Humans ARE Amazing

Yes, I'm back to daily blogging. Really. Truly. For Real. Even if it's "just" fluff about my wild, wacky, unpredictable species:


Amazing Transformable Chair - Funny bloopers are a click away

Posted byPortlyDyke at 1:05 AM 2 comments  

Told Ya So

This site is certified 30% EVIL by the Gematriculator

This site is certified 70% GOOD by the Gematriculator

H/T to Madness in Women

Posted byPortlyDyke at 4:21 PM 3 comments  

Unabashedly Fluffy

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Off with you now! Go be Jackson Pollock!

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:30 PM 4 comments  

A Little Fluff Never Hurt Anyone

From the fantabulous folks at www.improveverywhere.com, who brought us Frozen Grand Central:

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:55 PM 3 comments  

Tuesday Fluff

No, really -- it's pretty good -- maybe not so fluffy at all.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:30 PM 2 comments  

Prepping For An Intense Weekend

I'm teaching a two-day workshop this weekend, so blogging may be sparse in the next few days as I prepare for it. I'll try to make sure I put up at least a bit of entertainment every day.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:51 PM 0 comments  

Sunday in the Basement with Portly

I spent most of my day in the basement.

It's a nice basement. It's dry (which is a miracle in the Pacific NW), and relatively warm, and I'm working on a Project.

I wasn't so much puttering as I was flying about in a creative frenzy (which is a perfect way to spend a Sunday, as far as I'm concerned).

I'm building a video studio.

And that's all I have to say, today.

No -- wait -- it's five til midnight, so I'll also say: Please do something concrete to commemorate Martin Luther King Jr. Day. He was a pivotal person in helping to shape our nation -- his actions, and the actions of those who stood with him for equality and justice, have directly improved my existence (and yours, too, I suspect). Do something that is worthy of that legacy, and his memory, tomorrow.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:55 PM 4 comments  

In Honor of Living Like a Cat Day

I'm not blogging today. So there!

I am, however, posting videos of squirrels, so that your inner cat may be entertained:

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:55 PM 1 comments  

I'm not blogging today, so there.

OK, not REALLY blogging, anyway.

I had a very "productive" day today, and now, I'm tired. So I'm going to bed.

I hope to have a flying dream, or to dream of kittens. I may be blogging earlier tomorrow, as it is my "day off". If you wish to entertain yourselves in the meantime, please comment about what you would like to dream about the next time you sleep.

Good night.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:49 PM 3 comments  

Because My Internet Friends Dared Me

Happy 2008, everyone!

Blame Gender Blank. And Phydeaux. And the Hero-machine.

The Portly is Mightier than the Sword.

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(Oh, and if your internet friends jumped off a bridge, would you jump off a bridge, too?)

Posted byPortlyDyke at 8:47 PM 9 comments  

Maybe If I Throw Something Shiny at Them . . .

. . . . . They won't notice that I haven't blogged all week.

In keeping with the spirit of the season, and my hopelessly confused cultural roots, I give you: Yiddish Rudolph:

Posted byPortlyDyke at 12:34 PM 1 comments  

Inane Filler

Well, I said that I would post my video-deconstruction today, but, as per usual, it's turned out to be a long and thought-provoking matter for me, and one that I don't want to just "toss off".

So, I'm posting my celebrity look-alikes for tonight (h/t Phyd and further encouragement from Jen).

I couldn't figure out how to include all ten of my matches (the next one was Alfred Hitchcock), and if I could have figured out how to bump Margaret Thatcher, believe me, I would have. (And Felicity Huffman? Who knew?)

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:30 PM 3 comments  

Friday Cat Blogging












I IZ NICK CAGE.














Toning and Refreshing, always massaging away from the eyes. Oops!

















Portly is in love with both of these beings.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 3:17 PM 4 comments  

New Post Post-Haste -- Cogitation Time Required

Once again, I ask your indulgence while I prepare a post.

In the meantime, go identify your personal DNA:
(Here's ME)

Free-Wheeling Inventor

(h/t to the inimitable Phydeaux)

Posted byPortlyDyke at 8:59 PM 0 comments  

Which Finger Am I?

I was really hoping to be "the bird", but apparently, I am not. The worst thing about finding out my true finger nature was that the being who referred me to this quiz is someone who I think of as a true compatriot, and he was warned to stay away from me, for I am:
a Pinky

You are fiercely independent, and possibly downright weird.
A great communicator, you can get along with almost anyone.
You are kind and sympathetic. You support all your friends - and love them for who they are.

You get along well with: The Ring Finger

Stay away from: The Thumb

What Finger Are You?


As a "That's so WEIRD" aside, I usually call my cat "Pinky" (even though this is not her "real" name), because she has a pink nose, and little toes that are like small pink beach pebbles. They are adorable, IMO.

I usually classify cats not by breed or marking -- instead, I study their nose and toe-pad color and file them under: Pinkies, Terra-Cottists, Blackies, etc.

I hope you can still talk to me, Phyd.

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:20 PM 5 comments  

Once Again, Working on a Post

OK, magical readers of the untouchable "out there" -- I was going to post tonight about something pithy, but find that I'm needing to think, and ponder, and think again about the subject that I thought was going to be so effortless and easy to post about.

When I think of the producers of my favorite blogs, who manage many posts per day, all intelligent and witty-like, I wonder "How the fuck do they manage that?"

So, I'm going to throw out a couple of momentary distractions while I continue to ponder my next post:


and:

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:33 PM 0 comments