Word to your mother…

i was stunned into blessed silence honored to discover that renal failure – the man who makes Trent Lott funnier than he is in real life – made me the newest inductee in the Renal Failure Trent Lott Posse. 

If you don’t get your daily dialysis, i highly recommend a visit.  RF’s got something very different going on.  i was hooked after just a couple of visits to Mr. Failure’s neighborhood – where he chronicles the exploits of Avonia the Wiccan Pimp, Bernie the Half-Cyborg Cat, Mercury Shadow & Crimson Paraplegic (superheroes, of course…) as well as my homey T Lott.

Awhile back, he also tagged invited me to share nuggets of wisdom regarding how to write funny shit on a blog.  Not a meme – but a writing challenge – launched by Brent as a means to increase traffic on his sitepush the envelope of the laughable arts.  But i’m kinda lazy, and have no idea how to write funny shit… i write about my family, my colleagues, my poorly-reared children…  right… oh, yeah…  i got nothin’…

Ok.  I’ll wait for you to close all those link windows that you dutifully opened in order to fully comprehend just what the fuck this post is going to be about. [taps foot.  looks at watch.  sighs in annoyance.]

If i were going to share a wisdom nugget regarding writing funny shit?  Don’t spend an hour crafting an opening paragraph full of links to people who are funnier than you can ever hope to be thereby setting your readers expectations far too high…

Um… yeah…  What was i doing?

T Lott Posse.  Right!  i have not yet pasted my posse bumper sticker on my trailer, but will do so once i figure out how to hang it on the widget bar.  In the meantime, i’m bustin’ out a forty and going back to cleanin’ the crib.  Gonna need to get myself moved to the new party palace – so i can throw down proper in honor of my man, T Lott…

Storm Chasers…

Lovely “meet up” with awalkabout and her fabulous clan Saturday night!  Along with her husband, aka The Cabana Boy and their three young children, she made the trek to Dublin, Ohio to see Gaelic Storm– which is the gang of roustabout celtic jammers that i’d stalked watched at a local concert the weekend prior.

Ms. Walkabout is one of my heroes.  She is in the process of raising her third batch of humans – and in my opinion, there is no one better suited to have such a responsibility.  The youngest clutch of children – all three of them have some degree of autism spectrum disorder, or developmental challenge – were simply charming!  And she works as a family practice attorney, while aggressively pursuing her passion for writing.  Folks, she’s the real thing*… 

If you stop by over at awalkabouts place, you’ll see that we had quite an adventure on Saturday!  In addition to the onstage antics she captured, there were some [ahem] incidents in the mosh pit that got the attention of the local police department. 

While our gentlemen companions were immersed the “World-of-Warcraft” zone**, we were talking about my adventures in Spain, with the lovely nursemyra.  And she commented on my brave entry into the “Corset zone”***.

Needless to say, as we were working our way up to the stage, trying to get the attention of those darlin’ boys of Gaelic Storm, we were desperate to stand out from the crowd.  Through a magical alignment of blogger cosmic-consciousness, we had both worn identical matching corsets under our Gaelic Storm concert t-shirts…  which we discovered as we simultaneously decided to wave the shirts over our heads to get the attention of the gents on stage.

Photos were taken, but alas, the Dublin police were afraid that we were going to incite a riot, and all cameras were confiscated.  Evidence should they need to press charges for indecent exposure, mind you.  Shame we can’t post the photos, but we’ll be watching for bootleg video on youtube, if not on CNN.  As they say, “Film at Eleven”…

So, to echo awalkabout’s parting thoughts…

Patrick Murphy, lead singer for Gaelic Storm captures it nicely:

Don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story, No harm, no foul, no crime

Don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story….it’ll get ‘em every time.

And never underestimate the power of a pink cowboy hat, as worn by Little Miss of awalkabout’s clan… As we attempted the “geolocation by cellphone” routine, in a noisy crowded place, it sure made finding them amidst 10,000 people a whole lot easier! 

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* i had to laugh out loud at an aside awalkabout shared with her husband.  After a few minutes of discussion, she turned to him and said ‘See?  She’s not crazy!”  HA! 

** Just like the Twilight Zone.  Only scarier.  Much, much scarier…

*** Absolutely NOTHING like the “World of Warcraft” zone.  Not even in the same timezone…