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I was sitting downstairs chatting with Gretchen before heading back up to work after lunch. She asked me to please throw the ball for Ruby the Dog before I left, so I picked up the ball, let Ruby out and gave the ball a toss. Closing the door to keep the cold out, I observed that the dog had now obtained the ball and had settled in to pee. "Or possibly pooping," I added.

I then went on to posit that "Possibly Pooping" sounds like a TV sitcom starring a young nurse working in the GI department at a major urban hospital. Gretchen responded that it caused her to think of the CSN song, "Helplessly Hoping". And I immediately responded.

Possibly pooping,
The bedpan is sitting nearby
Awaiting a turd.

And Gretchen said that I could stop now...
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Rehearsal for The Beauty and the Beast continues at K's school. As a member of the chorus, she ends up playing a number of small parts, now including a plate in one of the numbers. Of course, trying to get these things coordinated is a problem, which caused me to compose this short fragment, which I have not yet introduced to K:

I'm a plate! I'm a plate!
And I've made my entrance late!
Now the blocking is all busted,
The director is irate!

And that's probably all I need for that...
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This is what happens when you spend too much time listening to the classic rock station.

I hate myself for loving stew.
It's the least of the things you can chew.
Tuck into a bowl of gray goo.
I hate myself for loving stew.
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Little boxes float before me.
Little boxes filled with Java code.
And the tools that I am using are quite thoroughly confused.
The compiler shows me errors
But the missing class is clearly there.
And if I rebuild the class, then the errors go away.

It's been that sort of day.

In other news, I have bought a new phone. It should be here soon.

And I smell the chili cooking, so that's enough work for today.
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This is what happens when Gretchen and I have not had enough sleep, it seems. :)

(And you'll probably suss out the tune in a moment.)

I don't want a ham for Christmas, I don't want a roast to sear.
I don't want a big old turkey that will last until New Year.
I want something that is hot,
Slowly simmering in a pot.
Something I can chew.
All I want for Christmas is stew.
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Meanwhile, another addition to our fine collection of doggerel, prompted by an episode of Renovation Realities and a rather hapless couple:

Shim shimanee, shim shimanee, shim shim sharail.
A shim's what you use when your measurements fail.
Shim shimanee, shim shimanee, shim shim sharoo.
With luck this won't fall when the reno is through.
And always cut once, after measurements two.
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As has been our habit the last few years, we headed down to Lisle for the Eyes to the Skies festival for music and fireworks. The girls had fun watching various shows in the kids' area before we went across to hear the Chicago Tribute Authority and American English. Seating was being a bit problematic by the time I went in that direction, because there were some folks who had placed enormous tarps to reserve seating who then didn't show up until after 8 PM, which seems like a bit of abusing the privilege. But we managed to find some seats on a slope that was not impossible for Gretchen to navigate, so things worked out.

One of the shows that the girls saw included Cinderella, Spider-Man, and Captain America. This resulted in me being asked to sing the Captain America theme from the mid-60s Marvel cartoons with the really limited animation.

When Captain America throws his mighty shield
All those who chose to oppose his shield must yield.
For the red and the white and the white and the blue
And the red and the white and the blue will come through
When Captain America throws his mighty shield!

Ok, it wasn't great music. And it was the best of those themes.

But the music was good and the fireworks were splendid, with a rather eclectic selection of music, culminating in a bit of the 1812 Overture, which is one of those traditional pieces for fireworks. :)

Standing in the very slow line waiting for the bus back to where we were parked, I was briefly "inspired" by one of the pieces that had been used to accompany the fireworks, Neil Diamond's Coming to America. And I essayed the following to Gretchen:

Fighting Hydra round the world,
He's Captain America!
Everywhere his shield is hurled,
He's Captain America!
He's Captain America!
He's Captain America!
OK!

Well, she didn't hit me. :)

But despite some occasional whining from Katie and Julie, a good time was had by all. (Whining is, sadly, an occupational hazard...)
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I have now run into the same bug in Visual Studio 2010 that one of my coworkers did.

Visual Studio 2010 randomly -- and frequently! -- shuts down and restarts.

Will it crash when solution loads?

Yes, it will crash when solution loads.

Will it crash when I compile?

Yes, it will crash when you compile.

Will it crash when I debug?

Yes, it will crash when you debug.

It will not load, debug, compile.

It is a steaming, stinking pile.

Can Microsoft Support help you?

My friend tried, but they couldn't do

A single thing to fix this mess,

They spent a week, no more, no less

And threw their hands up in despair.

They cannot fix this anywhere.

No, it will crash, this stinking toad.

Perhaps if Windows you reload

The problem just might go away.

Who knows? Who knows? And who can say?
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If I had a goat
I'd take him down to Wrigley.
And if they let me in there,
We'd walk upon the field.
And we would all together
Sit down in the dugout,
Me, and Mr. Ricketts, and my goat.
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Here's another for the children's poetry collection to go with Uncle Fred and Zombies!:

I think we're all done having fun.
Mummy's coming -- better run!
Not the mummy that we know
Bandage-wrapped from head to toe.
He was an Egyptian pharaoh
Buried in a coffin narrow
Deep within a treasure room
In pyramid, a pharaoh's tomb.
Robbers came, some bad, some worse
And released the Pharaoh's curse.
They opened the sarcophagus.
So why's the mummy chasing us?
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In honor of [livejournal.com profile] telynor's doggerel day, another children's poem along the lines of Uncle Fred.

See them shambling down the street,
Moving slowly, not so neat.
I'm now quite sure that they're insane.
They say they want to eat my brain.
Zombies used to come from voodoo,
A fine old choice of mystic hoodoo.
Then the movies took them over.
Oh, my dear! They've gotten Rover!
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One of Katie's toys plays Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. Bad things happen when you're lying in bed with nothing better to do:

Here's a tale of Uncle Fred.
Everyone thought he was dead
'Til he showed up at the door.
Auntie screamed and Momma swore.
Seems he's one of the undead.
Poor blood-sucking Uncle Fred.

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