Bravo! That was a nice dessert after a meal of the Ignoble Prizes on NPR Science Friday. No shopping for us today, just riding in our sunny 69 degree bliss. Damn, I think we will do it again tomorrow.
Thanks, Patrick. Not 69 in these parts, but pretty damn’ fine all the same. We have a sunny stretch that looks to slam to a frigid halt on Tuesday, and I’m taking full advantage.
Patrick, with that smooth voice and nice cadence, you really ought to consider selling short bits of commentary to NPR. It might not bring in a lot, but I think you do a pretty damn good job.
I started out Black Friday walking the hounds back towards the stables on North Mesa. Ran into another guy walking his two pups and we marveled at how much nicer it was to walk dogs in peace rather than try to rush the counters to buy cheap shit from China. I did have a few groceries to pick up and a couple errands to run in Bombtown, so I put the panniers on the Long Haul Trucker and daisy chained my errands for a 20 mile Tour de Cat Food, Art Shoppe, and Food Co-Op.
Thanks, K. I’m just having a bit of fun with audio, trying to keep the cerebral carburetor flushed out and coughing along.
If I can streamline the process a bit and develop a few skills (you should see the sausage-making; it ain’t purty) maybe I’ll see if I can do something with it beyond amusing all y’all.
But for now it’s just a refreshing change of pace.
Meanwhile, well done on the dog-walking and velo-shopping. Our lone expenditure on Black Friday was for some limes to make sangria to wash down a second round of Mexican food, this time for neighbors instead of kinfolk. Herself fetched ’em on foot.
Patrick, you should hear my FM-deejay voice. It’s an unholy combo of George Carlin, David Ossman of The Firesign Theatre, and the voice on Hulu that asks which “ad experience” you’d prefer. Yow.
Interesting to hear how “pay/gift myself first” plays out in Bibleburg. Your voice and delivery are really top-notch.
Patrick, please steer clear of Bradley Wiggins as he may be so impressed and overcome by your voice that he makes a lewd joke at your expense. ‘Course that would make a good story……
Sir Wiggo’ seems one of those fellows you wouldn’t care to drink with. One minute you’re enjoying a tasty beverage and a friendly chat about sport, and the next the barmaid is shrieking for the bouncers because he’s grabbed her by the fundament whilst slobbering something about “having a tip for her.”
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Bravo! That was a nice dessert after a meal of the Ignoble Prizes on NPR Science Friday. No shopping for us today, just riding in our sunny 69 degree bliss. Damn, I think we will do it again tomorrow.
Thanks, Patrick. Not 69 in these parts, but pretty damn’ fine all the same. We have a sunny stretch that looks to slam to a frigid halt on Tuesday, and I’m taking full advantage.
Patrick, with that smooth voice and nice cadence, you really ought to consider selling short bits of commentary to NPR. It might not bring in a lot, but I think you do a pretty damn good job.
I started out Black Friday walking the hounds back towards the stables on North Mesa. Ran into another guy walking his two pups and we marveled at how much nicer it was to walk dogs in peace rather than try to rush the counters to buy cheap shit from China. I did have a few groceries to pick up and a couple errands to run in Bombtown, so I put the panniers on the Long Haul Trucker and daisy chained my errands for a 20 mile Tour de Cat Food, Art Shoppe, and Food Co-Op.
Thanks, K. I’m just having a bit of fun with audio, trying to keep the cerebral carburetor flushed out and coughing along.
If I can streamline the process a bit and develop a few skills (you should see the sausage-making; it ain’t purty) maybe I’ll see if I can do something with it beyond amusing all y’all.
But for now it’s just a refreshing change of pace.
Meanwhile, well done on the dog-walking and velo-shopping. Our lone expenditure on Black Friday was for some limes to make sangria to wash down a second round of Mexican food, this time for neighbors instead of kinfolk. Herself fetched ’em on foot.
I second that notion. You could do commercials too, on a trade out, for all your favorite watering holes and neighborhood liquor store.
Patrick, you should hear my FM-deejay voice. It’s an unholy combo of George Carlin, David Ossman of The Firesign Theatre, and the voice on Hulu that asks which “ad experience” you’d prefer. Yow.
Interesting to hear how “pay/gift myself first” plays out in Bibleburg. Your voice and delivery are really top-notch.
Patrick, please steer clear of Bradley Wiggins as he may be so impressed and overcome by your voice that he makes a lewd joke at your expense. ‘Course that would make a good story……
The socially tone-deaf Sir Wiggo opened his mouth again to disastrous effect. This time he was allegedly sober. He donated a signed jersey to a charity auction to benefit abused children. The stunned audience heard him compliment the auctioneer’s posh voice, “I like it. S*** me off”. On camera. On a big screen. A spokesman apologized. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2515455/Sir-Bradley-Wiggins-apologises-cracking-sex-joke-charity-event-child-abuse-victims.html
That’s pretty choice. I suppose Sir Wiggo would auction off a pair of brass knuckles at a fundraiser for battered women.
Too true!
Sir Wiggo’ seems one of those fellows you wouldn’t care to drink with. One minute you’re enjoying a tasty beverage and a friendly chat about sport, and the next the barmaid is shrieking for the bouncers because he’s grabbed her by the fundament whilst slobbering something about “having a tip for her.”
Fundament. Good word, fundament.
Damn, O’G. All this talk about Black Friday and now I’m off on my own Foaming Rant(c).
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