Monday, May 08, 2006

Malins Plaisirs

When I was looking for bouncy songs last Monday, I TOTALLY forgot about Genticorum. "How could you?!?!?!" you ask. And you would, of course, be justified in your incredulity. So today it's Malins Plaisirs for me. And in the spirit of such, I will do my best to conduct my day accordingly - pudding, playing outside, blogging, writing, and uh, the other thing. :-)

My sis and I used to be able to talk to each other on Gtalk, but when my laptop blew up something went wrong with all that. Bummer. But today we are Skype™ing each other. And I owe it all to Peter because I saw the button on his blog. So thanks, Peter! This is even better than Gtalk because we can conference call if desired. We never figured out how to do that with Gtalk (if it's even possible.) Of course I have spent far too many minutes monkeying with my avatar and all that kind of junk. Right now it's this guy.

Help! My lap is on fire! Yet another byproduct, no doubt, of malins plaisirs. }:-)

Some of you know how I feel about carpeting. Well, a friend lent me a carpet shampooer so I did part of the living room today. I'm still not sure how I feel about this endeavour. First of all, the stuff I bought to put in the machine - I need to learn to read labels better. It says "extraction," which I immediately took to mean that it was for use with extraction machines, but now I'm not so sure, because it also says "DO NOT LEAVE ON CARPET" which makes me think "Crap! This is a spot treater." Blargh. Oh well. I changed to Mrs. Meyers after the first bucketful. So the long and the short of it is that I swished about 7.5 gallons of water through my carpet and I'm not sure that it's really any cleaner. Smells nice though. Maybe it would have been better to simply flood the carpet with soapy water, scrub it around with a big brush and suck it all up with a shop vac. Or light the carpet on fire. ("You're gonna light my country music award on fire?") I like that last option best. I will say that I put clean water in and dirty water came out. So maybe it did a little good. Or maybe it will cause the carpet pad to mould and make us all sick. Yum.

Speaking of yum, I saw my first Casino Royale trailer last night. And an interview, courtesy of the same site. *happy place*

Continuing with the yummy theme, Fal (N'approchez pas, fillettes, du tic-tac du moulin) suggested that photos of the cake and pudding would be nice, but alas, the cake is gone and the pudding is no longer pretty. Guess I'll have to make some more! }:-) Only for my readers, of course.

Haven't decided about sparring tonight, but my knee is lots better and usually it's not free-sparring on Mondays, so I probably will.

This is not me. For every minute it stays up, the blackmail price goes higher. Yet another malin plaisir. Never call my bluff. }:-)


Seeleah said...


tshsmom said...

That is why my daughter will NEVER get her hands on the world's ugliest picture of me! ;)

Candace said...

Muahahaha!!! }:-) I AM your sister and there is NOTHING you can do about it. Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!

TS - yet you allow the picture to exist? Are you gonna show us? :-D

GuTTer MuNKi said...

This is one of the best pics I've ever seen of your sister. She usually doesn't look *nearly* this good. You can hardly even tell that her right ear is missing from that BeniHana tryout.

Candace said...

OMG you are TOAST if she ever comes to visit again. I can't believe you would bring up such a personal and painful - um thing of the past. That was downright corny! }:-)

Sheila, you need to rip him a new one. Go on - can't wait to hear it! I'm all ears.

You totally rock in that picture, BTW. I can see why everyone is raving about the haircut. It does completely camoflauge your whole side-of-the-face thing. Has anyone wised up to the fact that your "ear" is a prosthetic yet? That you won in a craps game?

GuTTer MuNKi said...

I would be in serious shit if she could read. I still think that she should have bet her new ear back into the game though. That would have been smarter than her losing virginity bet, especially since it was a left ear that she'd won. Besides, apparently you're supposed to get those ears fitted, anyway.

Candace said...

Hey, she's still got one (sorta)good eye! Not her fault some random dude drank her contact. I don't think it's all that obvious that she's got 2 left ears. Better than feet. Or eyes.

I think you're mixing up your sisters on the losing the virginity bet. Should I be highly offended or just shut you out forever? Or do you need a spanking? Or do I? Oh dear.

I know you wouldn't be so hard on my sis if it hadn't been her that had discovered that you have 2 left testicles. And you have yet to explain that one, BTW. I don't think I'm still buying the "you were on the payphone and she was helping you get out some change" story.

So She-Ra, I always forget to ask, but when you do gigs, is the feedback earpiece for that ear also a prosthetic??

Candace said...

The time it is taking you to formulate a response does not bode well for any of us.

GuTTer MuNKi said...

Yeah, that one eye is OK. Unfortunately, the paint is chipping off of the other eye.

Oh right, I did get it wrong. You didn't see those boxcars coming right back, did you baby?

Sssshhhhh! Don't talk talk about my two left testicles. It makes the right one feel outnumbered! And she *was* looking for change - all her John had was a 5 dollar bill.

Actually, I checked the feedback thing out. The ear one is fake. The real one is in her anal setup.

Candace said...

Well, like you said, you gotta get 'em custom fitted - eyes as well as ears, that is. And maybe using a non-oil based paint might be a good idea as that tends to flake more in a dry socket. That's where we're gonna make our fortune, Baby! All Eyes™ - the durable, non-flaking, custom orb for YOU!

YEAH, you got it wrong. *narrows eyes whilst thinking up a suitable punishment* Apparently that bet wasn't all that important to you. 'Course, I did play to lose. . .:-/

Threeballin' It. That's the name of the blog I'm creating just for you, Lucky.

THAT setup would explain a lot. . .

GuTTer MuNKi said...

Maybe we should leave her alone now. After all, the girl did just pull a niner, which does deserve some respect. Especially since she did it during a gig. She *is* serious about "performing" on stage.

I don't think she could have done it without the anal setup though.

Candace said...

Is that what it's called these days? It was just a "train" when I was in college. Why should we leave her alone? No one else is keeping their hands off!

You use the term "stage" loosely. Performance art that takes place in a rusty 55-gallon drum under a lake isn't so much "on the stage" in my book. But I've always been a nitpicky jerk like that. Catty, I know. I'm just jealous of her success. There. I said it. If you see something about a diving bell, 23 sequined thongs, and a bicycle pump on the bank statement, don't call the bank.

Faltenin said...

Is that your sister?

Wow. Very cute. But then she's your sister, why am I surprised?


Candace said...

LOL Fal, you could charm the pants off of a - er - something with really secure pants. ;-)

Poor sis sent that pic yesterday when I asked to see her new haircut, never imagining I'd blog it. She should never have tried to outtag me in G-tags because that made me post it. Then again, if she'd just sat back and watched, no one would ever have had to know it was her, LOL!

Can you tell she has 2 left ears? See, I think it totally camoflauges that fact! (it's OK to tease her about it - she eats that kind of thing up - the more relentless you are, the better }:-) )

GuTTer MuNKi said...

Wench, now I know what you meant when you said that you were a licensed train engineer to "make ends meet(!)" in college.

I was wondering about the pallet of liquid silk on the bank statement . . .

Candace said...

*raises a glass of Guinness* BRILLIANT!!! *throws Guinness over left shoulder*

You weren't supposed to know about that. Yet.

tshsmom said...

My Mom owns the picture, and I will NEVER publish it!!

Candace said...

ROTFLOL!! :-) Then again, if you beat everyone to the punch no one could ever blackmail you. . . :-D