Strange Magic
No, I do not know why my format suddenly has a ton of space at the top and no, I do not know how to fix it.
Any puter geeks wanna give me hint?
posted by The Warbler | 10/26/2005 10:59:00 AM
- This Golden Ring Doesn't Shine For Me Anymore
- All right. I really either need to get some frien...
- Daytripper
- Who Do You See?
- Get Off My Back
- The Big Log
- Beautiful Brown Eyes
- Wade In The Water
- Star Wars
- Edrie Dodge
6 Comments:
Looks fine to me, Paula, nothing excessive I could see. Maybe your computer monitor resolution needs some tweaking or something. It's a Google and Blogger.com template thing, otherwise. Hey, I like the antique parchment look, so no worries.
Our anonymous cyber-punk old fart on Block Island tried to diss you the other day and man, I let 'em have it with both guns and emailed Everett Littlefield and he went bonkers - I think he was asked to nuke his response or did it himself. He's been throwing hotdogs at the TV lately, a little early in the season for Block Islanders, but a loveable bear of a man.
I read on of BIB's links to another blog called Sphere, by Tom Anderson. He says that the media is always talking about "Nor'easters" but really. Mainers are particular about their storms and call them "No'theastas," more like the local dialect. Apparently, these little whimpy storms we've had lately aren't a pimple compared to a real No'theasta, and media be damned.
Well, leapin' willies and waterspounts, at least I don't have to sleep with a barrel of stinkin' porgies fa lobsta bait tonight!
-sam
Hi, sam. I did happen to drop by the BIB site the other day and caught my favorite fan's remarks. This is the second time they've cast aspersions on my person and they still can't spell Warbler! Geez, it's not like it's not right there in front of them, either. Unless...they might have been typing with a Cranston accent. But there were a few people, especially our dear BIB, who jumped down their throat for me which gives me a warm fuzzy inside - which I needed as the baby was just diagnosed with low-level lead poisoning.
I still don't know which bed I made that I was supposed to lie in but I hope it's the one with my really cute husband in it. I did finally defend myself but I hope I didn't go too far or become as rude as the fan.
As to Nor'easta's...puh-lease. That person from Maine doesn't know a real one until he's been through a few out on the Island. That's where you're really in it. I was highly disappointed here. I do love a good storm, too. Ol' mom nature reminding us who's really in control.
Thanks for gettin' my back, sam. Like I tell my daughter, I don't waste my time worrying about those who don't like me. There'll always be someone who doesn't...unless I win the Powerball.
That's the spirit, Warbler! You can't let the bahstids get you down. That was funny about Cranston - we used to have people at the Naragannsett and Dead Eyes ask for water - "One Cranston Cocktail coming right up" said the bartender.
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And, you're right about Block Island in a good storm. I once wrote a blog about as a kid on Block Island, going sailing in a 75-knot storm on Great Salt Pond. Well, this was one of those things called a "sunfish", a big surfboard thingy you could sit on, with a triange sail. It was late August and the wind was out of the southwest. I was about blowing 75 or so.
The short story was I finally got the thing launched from Andy's Way and managed to tack upwind just north of Champlain's. It took about an hour, the sails flapping and going "bibbety bibbety bibbety" and my hand hurting from holding the line on the sail, trying not to flip upside down.
So I turned tail back to Andy's Way, downwind. I must have been going 40 MPH! It took less than five minutes. I did that a few times more until I noticed my hands were bleeding.
But I don't recall being so happy ever in my life. Sure, getting married was cool, driving you first car was cool; lots of things ranked right up there. But that day was one of the tops.
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Hey what's this about some lead in the baby? Do you think it was old paint? Sanding old paint is not a good idea with babies around. I heard for metals like zinc and lead, lots of milk can help. Hope the baby isn't milk intolerant like me! Best to ya,
Sam
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Warbler,
FYI. I know you had more involvement other than the kids and hubby. I was spittin' mad when I wrote the response, so I wasn't as clear in my assertions as I would have liked. Sorry, but it sounded a little to heavy on the husband and not enough about what you, personally, have done while on BI.
I am considering a rules of engagement post. With rules like, "Unles you are prepared to list your credentials before posting insults and accusations, please refrain from doing so."
Or, "Any attacks against the Warbler and Everett are strickly forbidden." Or, and I am sure this will be your personal fav "The Warbler shall be made queen over all."
As far as the cutest baby on earth...Do you think the lead is from the old house or the new old house?
I am sure that if it's low level no damage has been done. The important thing is knowing before it does reach unsafe(r) (yes I know that is not a word) levels.
The one you might need to worry about is the teenager. They have enough crazy chemicals in their systems, adding one more might lead to total insubordination. (SP?)
Chin up and stay away from sharp pointy sticks, the temptation may be too great.
BIB, hey, nobody ever sings the praises of my husband's amazing work ethic so go right ahead.
The lead poisoning is more than likely coming from here when we had to tear walls out for insulating. Frequent hand and toy washings - what a pain - and a special iron fortified multi-vitamin, plus a diet high in calcium and iron should rid the body of lead. That and we've halted renovations until I can take Walker out of the house for a week or two (can we say 'midwest road trip'?). For now I;m cleaning and painting like a madwoman. Oh, wait, I do everything like a mad woman.
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