Triple Seven

"Luck is probability taken personally"
Chip Denman

7
VII
Septuplets
Seven Seas
Seven Jeans
Seven-Card Stud
Seven Deadly Sins

Hope everyone is having the luckiest of triple 7 days. Here's my seven things.

1) I usually don't mention My Boy on this here blog, because I usually try to limit my post topics to the inane. But, I'm gonna use him to excuse my infrequent posts this summer. We have been busy with summer camp, soccer camp, day camp, etc. Augh, kids are SO time consuming! Bummer that ensuring his proper mental, physical, emotional and moral development detracts from my ability to compose long posts on such summer cultural phenomenons as the Drama Chipmunk and thoroughly debate exactly what sort of critter that is anyway??? Some things the world may never know, but one thing is certain...it's damn, damn funny.

We did finally make it to the Fayetteville Farmer's Market this morning. There's always so much good stuff to see and buy. It's worth getting my ass up on a Saturday morning. The quality is noticeably better than anything you can buy at the grocery store and it's comparatively cheap, cheap, cheap. Plus, you are doing your part about the whole food miles thing!

2) Sorta on the subject of luck/chance (and to continue talking about my offspring), My Boy has discovered statistics and the art of BSing(I can't imagine where he gets that from!). I'm never sure if he is telling me a fact he has learned or if he is making it up as he goes along. It's been an education for me, though. For instance, did you know that "if you took all of Homer Simpson's burps and put them together you could make a song nearly three hours long and never have to reuse a single belch"! And, "if Star Wars Clones were real, they would have multiple phalanges due to the growth accelerator"!

3) Congratulations to my friend Christy, who like half of the world's single population is getting married today! Surely, they are lucky in love. It's gonna take more than three sevens on a calendar for me, though. Like...finding at the end of the rainbow a four-leaf clover, a penny and a leprechaun shitting rabbits feet and hollering “They’re always after ‘me Lucky Charms!”. Then...maybe.

But, I wish HER the best of luck!

4) And, still more congratulations to Marisa and Wil who are expecting! A January baby...that's surely lucky!

5) Speaking of all these college friends...I was lucky last week to have dinner with Mandy. She's in Fayetteville for a couple of weeks and it's so good to catch-up and talk of things that should be long forgotten.

6) Let's all spread the good-luck vibe to my friend/neighbor, her family and especially her middle boy. He is a Marine and he is headed to Iraq next week.

7) OK, back to the inane...and, I'm stretching here to come up with a 7th thing. All I can think of is a couple of songs that have been stuck in my head this summer.

For Reasons Unknown by The Killers-For some reason, Brandon Flowers' straining voice puts me in mind of Jeff Buckley or Jim Morrison...which can't be anything but a good thing.

Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys-These lyrics are great, there isn't a bad line. Bonus, the video has clowns! Clowns whooping ass!

Florescent Adolescent
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?

Oh that boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Not as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up...

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she tells she's gonna get it
I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget i
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn't going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen to not be gentle
Was it a megadobber or a betting pencil?

Oh that boy's a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren't as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up
Oh, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Woah.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You just sounded it out
You're not coming back again.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You just sounded it out
You're not coming back again.

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Started all the naughty nights with niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything's in order in a black hole
Everything was pretty in the past though
That Bloody Mary's lacking in tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?

Let's Come Together

What is the EU's sex film really selling?

Film Lovers Will Love This features sex, sex and more sex. Erm, what is it selling exactly?

Free Music!

Y'all will remember that I was obsessed with Dog Problems by The Format all last summer. This summer it's your chance...for FREE!

Happy Fourth of July!

Love

your

country.

I haven't forgotten about you, internets!

The Evolution of The Dramatic Squirrel/Chipmunk/Prairie Dog

Oh internets, you crack me up.

And...we have strawberries!

Campaign Ads to Grind to

Please don't mistake this for my official endorsement. I'm still deciding. I'm waiting to see Hillary "poll" dance.(hardy har har)

Hello my Cambodian friends!

If you found yourself here it's probably because you are a fan of Mr. Geoffrey Cain and you are supposed to be at this Details are Sketchy. Who knew I had a Cambodian counterpart?!? I find this incredibly cool and think it would be awesome if we could become "sister blogs" or something! You know, to promote cultural awareness and international goodwill. I must admit that the work that Mr. Cain is doing and the content of the Cambodian Details are Sketchy are much more high-minded than anything you will find here at my little ol' blog. I notified Mr. Cain of the mistake and received a very nice email in return. He seems like a great guy doing some great work. So, good luck and best wishes to all of y'all. Come visit me again sometime.

Now, to my usual small cadre of readers...go check 'em out and smarten up yourself about the world.

SiCKO

I am anxiously awaiting Michael Moore's expose of the clusterf@ck that is the American health care system.

Better get on the boat now...

Or risk becoming one of the "BenditlikeBeckhamistas". OK so, I stole this from Possum's blog...but I couldn't pass up such a good opportunity to try to convert my peeps and save them from such a terrible fate.

You can't say I'm not doing my part for the cause. Possum and I have scoured the area for any place where soccer fans might congregate...but to no avail. I know that there are some out there. I'm sure that there are many in the Hispanic community. And, I personally have met a whopping two...count 'em...TWO Liverpool fans since I have lived in Fayetteville. I've decided to be proactive, just see if there is any interest. No luck yet.

Feel...so, so...lonely.

Memorial Day in America

Keyword Analysis

Here's a list of the words that folks Googled that recently lead them to Details Are Sketchy. I'm not sure what it says about my blog...but, hell...what does it say about the folks doing the searching? I feel sorry that they ended up here where there is precious little information pertinent to anything. I hope they found what they were looking for in the end. But, what the hay...mine as well use these poor lost souls searches for our own amusement.

Most of y'all already know what nonsense to expect when you come for a visit. Here's some folks that obviously didn't. But, they say seek and ye shall find. I don't know about that...here's a list of the words searched, I've linked it to the post they got in return just in case you are curious.

• sooie deliverance: I'm pretty sure that this person was searching for a certain scene from a certain movie. Sorry, no homosexual hillbilly rape here...yet.
  

• details are sketchy verily: Well, it looks like at least someone knew what they were getting. One of y'all must have lost your link.
  

• bubba hog woo pig: Razorback fan
  

• who's wayne: Now, that's just weird.
  

• gully park fayetteville ar: I hope they enjoyed the pretty picture. I bet they were looking for the concerts, though. It's that time of the year again, yay!
  

• feet are throbbing: I hope this person wasn't in need of medical advice.

• talking with mouth full fetish: Wha??? Is this an actual fetish? By the very definition of a fetish, it would mean that one could not become sexually aroused without...talking with their mouth full? Or, would it be that their partner would have to talk with their mouth full? Full of w h a t, exactly? I'm not sure why The Google thought I would know anything about this. I'm curious...yet sorta afraid of what I might find if I did a little further research. Would it be hypocritical of me to Google this after making fun of this person for Googling it? If anyone has any info, please share.
  

• keep fayetteville funky: Yes, let's.
  

What I did on my trip to Chicago.

Long time no see, internets! I have just now recovered enough to even mention my trip to Chicago last weekend. So here's the high points and the low down.

The Lincoln Park Zoo

Chicago-style deep dish pizza

Visiting with Possum's sister

Watching The FA Cup at The Globe Pub. Having at least five Stellas before noon.

The uber-touristy boat tour of the Chicago river and it's architectural landmark's. This first picture is a picture of me and Possum disembarking.

Eating way too much and drinking a pitcher of sangria at Cafe Iberico & Tapas Bar.

"Shear Madness" at The Chicago Theatre Downstairs. Especially when Tony threw candy at Possum and told him "no whispering!".

Chipotle burritos with a side of Possum's disdain for Chicago, Chicagoans and everything they stand for.

Gasey and Tammy and the joy of flying Southwest. Southwest is to airlines as Bonanza is to restaurants.

Good times, but glad to be home. Here's a picture of the fried catfish I made tonight!

What's Happenin'

• Congratulations Manchester United, Premiership Champions! After the draw against Arsenal this morning, there is just no way for Chelsea to catch 'em. I'm happy because I'm a Man Yoo fan, I like the players and their style of play is exciting(for the most part). Yet, I'm pretty disappointed that rivalry has been put to bed for the season. I adore Jose Mourinho, Chelsea's coach, and I don't like anything that encourages the rumors that he might be leaving. Chelsea fought hard, I want to see what Jose can do with them next season.

• Also, in football news...Forget Manchester United, Forget Chelsea...next season it's all about the promoted Sunderland and mean Roy Keane! Woo Hoo!

• In addition to being obsessed with the waning EPL season...Possum and I have been enjoying Soul Train reruns with the smove, smove Don Cornelius. Gotta love polyester!

• The saga of the name change is over, but the tediousness of notifying everyone who needs to be notified lingers on. But, the important thing is that my son and I both officially have my maiden name now. Yay!

• No strawberries yet, but they are coming right along. One basket looks great, but the other looks a little sad.

• Nicolas Sarkozy is the new President of France. I was rooting for the socialist woman. It's more fun saying Segolene Royal.
  

• I got an iPod Shuffle! Pink, of course.

• I just started reading A Miracle of Catfish by Larry Brown.

• I got bangs cut and I'm blonder.

So, that's the lowdown. Enjoy your Sunday evening. It's my girlie night...my neighbor and I watch Desperate Housewives and paint our toenails ;-)

Sadly, all we can do is pass along the truth...

and hope someday there is enough hollering to drown out the lies.

Read this.

Watch this.

Then tell somebody.

When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”.

(Thanks to Possum for passing along the awesomeness.)

Dan Le Sac VS Scroobius Pip

Thou Shalt Always Kill

Thou shalt not steal if there is direct victim.
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets.
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Decker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barret in vain.
Thou shalt not think that any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile… Some people are just nice.
Thou shalt not read NME.
Thall shalt not stop liking a band just because they’ve become popular.
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry.
Thou shalt not judge a book by it’s cover.
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover.
Thall shalt not buy Coca-Cola products. Thou shalt not buy Nestle products.
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend’s best friend, take drugs and cheat on him.
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily.
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls’ pants. Use it to get into their heads.
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoakes.
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you're done just because you’ve finished your shitty little poem or song you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in, week out just ’cause you once saw a girl there that you fancied but you’re never gonna fucking talk to.

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were.


The Beatles - Were just a band.
Led Zepplin - Just a band.
The Beach Boys - Just a band.
The Sex Pistols - Just a band.
The Clash - Just a band.
Crass - Just a band.
Minor Threat - Just a band.
The Cure - Just a band.
The Smiths - Just a band.
Nirvana - Just a band.
The Pixies - Just a band.
Oasis - Just a band.
Radiohead - Just a band.
Bloc Party - Just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys - Just a band.
The next big thing - JUST A BAND.

Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-English speaking countries as to those that occur in English speaking countries.
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the four elements and never will be.


Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music

Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music

Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music

Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music

Thou shalt not pimp my ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When I say “Hey” thou shalt not say “Ho”.
When I say “Hip” thou shalt not say “Hop”.
When I say "he say, she say, we say, make some noise" - kill me.
Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix” P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Bradley at the club last night by saying “Is it”.
Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And thou shalt always kill.

Tagged

I've been tagged! Fortunately for me I haven't blogged in a while, so I shouldn't have too hard of a time coming up with some random bull sh*t...

1. As a matter of fact, my first two initials are B.S. and that secretly pleases me. I also tend to like bands with the initials BS...Big Smith, Belle & Sebastian. Mere coincidence?

2. I'm not a fan of the sensible shoe. The soles of my feet are throbbing right now from being scrunched in the cutest pair of heels all day.

3. In the past seven days I have had an extended phone conversation and one e-mail correspondence with my ex-husband, whom I had not spoken to or seen in over 4 1/2 years...up until last Wednesday. It was good, and by good I mean that...ya know, if someday my future self looks back and wonders if I made the right decision...well, lets just say that my future self won't ever do that. Understand?

4. I also had another meander down memory lane last weekend. I was going through an overlooked box retrieved from my parent's house and I came across my journal from 1987, age 12. I remembered such disturbing things as a troubling fascination with Kirk Cameron(I had blocked that one out), rather schizophrenic body image issues(from the same entry..."Easter! I think I looked gorgeous" and "Even after all the make-up, I look terrible today!" I'm frightened to think about what all the make-up meant in 1987.), lots of hateful entries directed at my little sister; I knew she was reading my journal every chance she got("My little sister is being a big brat. She is always pestering me! So, I threw a cold wet rag on her when she was in the bathtub. She got mad and said it gave her the hiccups. Ha Ha 2 points for me!") Yep, that's a goldmine we may have to revisit later.

5. Inside the journal were all of my school IDs from 7th-10th grade and a school picture of the first boy to tell me he loved me. My 8 year old made fun of me.

6. A month from today, Possum and I will be in Chicago!

7. I'm growing strawberries in hanging baskets.

8. I'm currently reading Him Her Him Again The End of Him by Patricia Marx and this bit, referring to a friend's new boyfriend, is the best thing I have read in a long time..."You'd think that I, of all people, would have been sympathetic to someone enthralled with a guy who nobody considered enthrall-worthy. You'd think, but you'd be wrong."

9. From the same book, I read this part yesterday. It is referring to a friend who just dumped a worthless boyfriend. I found it perhaps more significant and timely given the media's non-stop discussion of the possible motives of the Virginia Tech murderer. "Why she took action at that point, which wasn't even the lowest point, I cannot tell you. For that matter, why does anyone wake up one morning and finally clean out the crawlspace or shoot the boss or quit the tuba or propose marriage or throw in the towel or run for alderman or make any other long-intended change?"

10. For lunch, I had a Lean Cuisine Chicken, Spinach & Mushroom Panini. It was surprisingly good. I was worried that microwaved bread would be grody, but it wasn't at all.

A Ho By Any Other Name...

Tomorrow morning I will go before a judge and I will be made a new woman. I'm officially having my name changed back to my maiden name, finally. So, I guess actually I'll just be the same old woman I once was...but, that doesn't sound nearly as cool. Most of y'all know what to call me.

Speaking of calling names...I just want to take a moment to say that Imus is ucking fugly...no, wait...Lent is over...he's plain old fucking ugly, he has no discernible talent beyond criticizing people and in fact, if I ever find myself in a situation where I feel that I am about to be overcome by sexual desire...I have only to think the name "Imus" to effectively squelch my libido for at least 45 minutes to an hour. I dare not do it, but I would imagine the thought of him unclothed would be enough to spontaneously stimulate my gag reflex and just might put me off sex for several months.

I encourage others to make random, abusive comments about Imus, too. Post them as a comment, post it on your blog, call your grandmother, hang up fliers, send up smoke signals. But, just for one day only...then let's move on with our lives and forget this man ever existed. It really isn't so hard to just do what your mama taught you and remember...

"If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all!"

Happy Easter

Hope everyone is having a good one! Possum, My Boy and I did the Easter egg hunt thing, then turned them into 'tater salad. We grilled out, planted begonia bulbs and froze. Ah, springtime in Arkansas!

*Breaking News*

My sources(my daddy, Possum and 40/29) have unconfirmed reports that Dana Altman, the world-famous head-coach of Creighton and brand spankin' new head-coach of Arkansas, has had a change of heart and is heading back to Nebraska. The UofA hasn't confirmed anything. The Hogwired.com headline is still the transcript of the press conference yesterday, when he accepted the position as Arkansas' head coach.

Since nothing is confirmed, it seems like a good time to scrounge up articles from yesterday with gems like this:

"I'm 48 years old," Altman said. "And with your permission I'd like to finish my career at the University of Arkansas."

It's also a good time for wild, unsubstantiated rumors:

The reason the press conference was held yesterday, before Altman had officially signed a contract, was because Frank Broyles was in a hurry to get to Augusta for The Masters .

The reason for all the upheaval now is because Billy Donovan of Florida is upset that Arkansas didn't wait for him to finish winning the NCAA tournament to offer him the job.

Well, perhaps that second one is a little hard to swallow...even as a wild, unsubstantiated rumor started by my daddy on the phone a few moments ago.

Now, for the most important basketball news...my bracket WON my group in the Yahoo NCAA Tournament Pick'em! I was in the 88% for all of Yahoo! Of course, I didn't have any money riding on it or I NEVER would have won. So yeah, bragging was pretty much the whole point of this basketball post.