Nostalgia - Good Ol' Cone Days

The term nostalgia describes a longing for the past. The word is made up of two Greek roots (nostos "returning home", and algos "pain"), to refer to "the pain a person feels because he wishes to return home".

But like Thomas Wolfe says, in his novel, You Can't Go Home Again, using the voice of the protagonist George Webber, "You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, ... back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame ... back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time..."

This weekend, I got some pictures from Photojournalist Punkn and one of her pictures really made me sit back and ponder things. Somehow, the cresting rise of the hill, and the pleasant boyhood home that lies behind it, further obscured by a tree drapped in freshly-budded green tantalized me... I could almost hear the shouts of the schoolmates playing a game of baseball in the big vacant lot in the valley, looked upon by the cows slowly chewing the tasty cud of the seasons first green grass...

Country roads... take me home...

Surely there is an apple pie, fresh-made vanilla ice cream as well as a small stream to splash some smooth stones into over that hill...



I'm sure Mrs. Delores Pointyhead has some fresh gossip for her good friend Mrs. Elma Perkytop - she's made a point to meet her neighbor at the mailbox that bright, promising, spring day.

I can even hear "Oh, you'll never hear one of us repeating gossip.. So you better be sure and listen close the first time!" the ladies on Hee Haw used to sing on TV all those years ago...

But you can't go home again no matter how badly you yearn to...

Blogs of Note

Pennsylvania has recently passed an anti-smoking law banning smoking from inside workplaces. As the storm clouds gather overhead, the Orange Cone Head Aliens and the Orange Striped Barrels push and shove for a protected spot outside near the shipping door.

Ever think it would be cool to nominate someone's blog as a "Blog of Note"?

Well, you can...

Go to http://help.blogger.com/?page=wishlist and in the Vote for Feature section, click on Recommend a Blog of Note.

A text box will open up for you to enter the URL of the blog you want to nominate. Then either sit back and see what happens or tell your friends to nominate some folks too! I entered someone that doesn't blog every day but is always a treat when they do as well as couple other bloggers that always make me smile when I read their words.

NyQuil Dreams

Just moments before falling into a deep NyQuil-induced slumber last night, I thought about ways to bring my pet virtual chicken, Shake N. Bake, out of which I made some soup, I think, back to life.

I briefly remembered a couple of "only in Hollywood" ways resurrection was done. I could see Pam Ewing of Dallas waking up, hearing the water running in her shower, and investigating, to find her "dead" husband Bobby Ewing was still alive and it was all just a bad dream.



Pam (Victoria Principal) face morphed into Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan (Emily Deschanel) equally lovely visage when I saw this plastic bag on my coffee table in front of my sofa.



Labeled, bagged evidence confronted me of my dirty deed, and I heard Bones shouting repeatedly, "Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!" as her lovely face faded away and I saw hundreds of BBQ'ed chicken carcasses drifting in the air, circling slowly around me.

Oh, NyQuil PM! The dreams you cause me to have. Anywhoooooo...

It's that time of week again!
It's time for the Weekend Wordle.
Here's what you do:

1) Go to Wordle.net to create your Wordle.

2) Post it on your blog with a link to Shan's Week~End Wordles or Last Shreds Of Sanity.

3) Once that's done, go back to Last Shreds Of Sanity and sign the Mr Linky that she'll have up. Dont forget to leave a comment on the sites you visit!



Ah, how appropriate, a snot-colored background.

Me and My Chicken, Part 2

Yesterday morning I went to the Doctor's office because the cold I caught Sunday or Monday didn't seem to be going away on its own accord. The doctor took one look at me and said, "What are you doing here? You should be home in bed! Drink lots of fluids and eat some Chicken Soup!"

When I got home, I found Shake cavorting out in front of the house - He really likes the underwear I got him.



I admit, I got really jealous. And when I had some NyQuil later that morning and laid down and rested my eyes, I had the usual weird thoughts and dreams. I couldn't tell the thoughts apart from the dreams. I'm feeling a little better now though - I had some soul-warming, heart-healthy chicken soup a short while ago.



Strange thing is - I got the coolest underwear on, and I although I've looked high and low, I can't find any trace of ol' Shake...