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Tony
It is said that you should leave your toilet and your newspaper the way you want them to be left for yourself. By the way, I left one on 'toilet' for you in my yesterday's comment section.
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on November 17, 2006 at 3:52 AM
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Thanks Symphony and Faholo - nice to see ya!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 16, 2006 at 11:50 AM
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Daily mishaps rolled into one poem! Very clever way to
make them all seem universal! Good poem, Tony! Blessings,
faholo
posted by
faholo
on November 16, 2006 at 7:35 AM
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Great poem!
I loved the part about telling the truth when lies would have been better.
I can relate to that...LOL
posted by
_Symphony_
on November 16, 2006 at 3:20 AM
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Thanks guys
Yes, Blanche, the bottle is a metaphor and also a typical representative of one of the most annoying of thos elittle mishaps i love to complain about!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 16, 2006 at 12:59 AM
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Tony, it sounds fun when you make it as poem...
posted by
star4sky5
on November 15, 2006 at 9:58 PM
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Tonyzonit,
sorry..! I almost added "rhyming couplet," the last two lines, but thought that was being too technical or literary. I just found it made me laugh, just the way you managed to get such an annoying mishap into poetic form.
posted by
mneme
on November 15, 2006 at 6:39 PM
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What a sad shame about the red wine spilled, Tonyzonit, a metaphor?
posted by
Blanche.
on November 15, 2006 at 5:45 PM
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When I send pix it takes a long time. Don't worry!
See you tomorrow.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 4:33 PM
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merci, Tony
Je ne les ai pas encore reçues, je vais vérifier encore une fois. Merci, encore. Cela ne va pas trop aujourd'hui, j'ai mal partout.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 15, 2006 at 4:21 PM
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MC, I've got your email and replied with pix. Hope you like em!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 4:13 PM
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Hi everyone - thanks for helping to clear up the mess.
Mneme - which couplet? Marry in haste, and the line after, or the line that ends in pleasure?
Hi MC - it sounds like you may not have received some of my emails. I don't like mayonnaise, quite unusual I know!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 3:57 PM
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Tony, how we can all relate to the every day hassles you mentioned.
Apart from the wine, try mayonnaise for me.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 15, 2006 at 3:42 PM
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DAMN!
You had to go and spil the wine, that stuff is now officially good for you... Well done, except for the wine that is.
Have a beer instead.
posted by
FARSAILOR
on November 15, 2006 at 2:56 PM
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Tonyzonit, I love your examples here of life's traps.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 15, 2006 at 2:20 PM
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Bonjour Tony,
J'ai lu ton courier à la maison, maintenant je suis à l'école. Je ne me sens pas très bien. Il y a un problème avec ma boite à lettres... As-tu répondu à ma réponse? Je veux savoir si il y a un problème...avec le système ici.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 15, 2006 at 1:04 PM
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Tony, that was a brilliant couplet
- had me laughing straight away, it paints such a vivid picture.
posted by
mneme
on November 15, 2006 at 12:46 PM
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Tony, I'd say that marrying in haste and repenting at leisure trumps the
rest of the list combined, it may even cause a few of the other "symptoms". Good morning, she says, as she prepares to run out into the rainy Seattle nearly-noon gray day.
posted by
Blanche.
on November 15, 2006 at 11:52 AM
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Off to eat and watch the second half of England against Holland football.
Will probably be back ... round midnight, as my old Uncle Thelonious used to say.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:49 AM
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Ciao
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:29 AM
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Ick – the very thought of s drink this evening makes me want to vomit
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:29 AM
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OK - thanks for stopping by.
Listen to some good music on your drive, like they do in films.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:28 AM
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Water, of course, not more booze!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:27 AM
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But sleep may be…. So perhaps I shall try that. Thanks for the chat (and sympathy).
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:27 AM
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Have you tried knocking back lots of water, tea, etc?
And more importantly, are you going to be drinking more booze tonight? And make sure you have a drink by the bedside - invaluable for the lazy drymouth!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:26 AM
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I have a menagerie of pills as well but with a drive ahead of me I’m not so sure that’s a wise solution.
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:26 AM
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I think it’s like pull up your boot straps and get it together
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:25 AM
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Dunno. I've got quite a lot of pills, all legal, if you need any.
Wasn't that a Nat King Cole song - Straighten up and fly right. Often wondered what it meant!
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:22 AM
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We could call Avant…. Isn’t he the paramedic?
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:14 AM
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Somehow a self induced ick is tolerable. It’s just when I see B this evening that I’ll have to “shape up and fly right”. Not so sure I can do that….. and I have to drive for an hour and a half in the friggin rain !!!!
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:13 AM
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I've forgotten the cures - they're on the Net I think.
I'd imagine knocking yourself out with sleeping pills - not too many - or paracetamol might help?
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:12 AM
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Bye, Dave ….. sorry to have bugged you this morning (your evening)
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:10 AM
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I don't, Troosha, but maybe Dave... oh, he's gone with the wind.
I don't mean flatulence.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:10 AM
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I feel dreadful – does anyone care? Or does anyone have the cure? I used to read the Gazette. (A newspaper in Montreal).
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:07 AM
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Sadly, I must depart, just as the inanity is under way. Ah well.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on November 15, 2006 at 11:07 AM
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All dogs in Lichfield are mysterious, aren't they?
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on November 15, 2006 at 11:05 AM
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You can't truss that Lynne woman, Troosha -
you know, 'Eats Shoots and Leaves'. Who cares what order a panda does things in anyway. I'm not that interested in the sexual habits of wildlife.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:04 AM
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When I was a kid I used to read the Lichfield Mercury.
I was in it twice, once for a poem called 'The Mysterious Dog' wot I wrote when I was about 6 or 7 with my sister's help, and when I was about 18 and sent in a list of my fave music - top artists, top singer, etc. In fact, I was the main driving force behind the Brit Awards, altho I've never got credit for that before.
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 11:02 AM
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There’s probably only one Huddersfield… and yes, Tony, I hate it when you can’t tweak a comment. It’s like sending you’re stupidity out there for the world to see and then you go “sh—t , I didn’t mean to type that?!?”
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 11:02 AM
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Tony, I haven't ever read it. Not even when I was in it. I only said it for
the joke. The Huddersfield Examiner is not much more of a pull either. I haven't been in that one. Except in the Court Reports section.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on November 15, 2006 at 10:58 AM
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No, Halifax, Yorkshire, England, which I dare say was named after Halifax,
Nova Scotia. Dave will confirm, no doiubt. I wonder if there are any places in USA called Huddersfield, or Salford? I'd be surprised...
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 10:57 AM
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Hi troosha
...Damn, there's another pet hate. When I press caps lock, but it doesn't work and it looks like I'm illiterate and lazy. But did I go back and correct it?
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 10:55 AM
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We're obviously not speaking of Halifax, Canada
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 10:54 AM
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Oops, I keep deserting my own post.
How was the halifax Courier? Is it a big week for news in that fair home of the world's biggest building society?And is that also Huddersfield's paper? I can't think of any more questions to ask about it...
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 10:53 AM
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Too cool today, Tony - better put some sunglasses on
Like missing my mouth with the coffee cup,
And missing the pool ball with shaking cue
Don't uyou hate when that happens?
posted by
Troosha
on November 15, 2006 at 10:52 AM
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J'avais lu le Halifax Courier.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on November 15, 2006 at 10:41 AM
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Non, j'avais le Halifax Courier.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on November 15, 2006 at 10:40 AM
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And it would be red wine too.
You seem to be on a roll of calamity sonnets.
posted by
_dave_says_ack_
on November 15, 2006 at 10:40 AM
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Gosh, MC, what time is it there?
Bonjour - as-tu lu mon courrier?
posted by
Antonionioni
on November 15, 2006 at 10:39 AM
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Salut! This is wonderfully written!
Marry in haste, repent at leisure. Ouch, sounds like the story of my life. Thanks for the emails. Made me smile. Common sense is your forte.
posted by
marieclaire66
on November 15, 2006 at 10:10 AM
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