And by cool, I mean totally sweet!

If you like to feel the goodness of an intellectual buzz in your brain, you will appreciate this site.
Take some time to dedicate several long minutes to browse over the different sub-divisions, stories, and links.

If you are not already pumped-up, you will be flipping out soon.

Mysteriousness is afoot

UPDATE:
This post has lost it's point. There is no longer any links.
This post has lost it's links. There is no longer any point.

"And thank you for your support."

In the mean time.

What exactly does this mean?

In the time that is to have intentions of a specified kind?
In the time that is extremely unpleasant or disagreeable?
In the time that is in poor physical condition; sick or debilitated?
In the time that is having a position, quality, or condition midway between extremes?
In the time that is a method, a course of action, or an instrument by which an end can be achieved?
In the time that is the average value of a set of numbers?
In the time that is intermediate in size, extent, quality, or degree?

What does all this mean?

I like you.

Who knew, back in those days, that she would marry me?

You twenty-five now

Happy Birthday Baby!

Yada yada, blah blah...... all that stuff I say to you in private.
Me and you love each other.

Happy Birthday to you too Drew. I would call you Baby, but you may misconstrue the innoccent platonic friend gesture as an alpha male love call and infer that I am coming on to you.

What...........?

"Can't it be both?"

My Goodness, My Alec Guinness

I realized it has been fourteen days since the last blog.
What a weak attempt on my part to stay true to the way of the blog.

I try and try, but fail to be consistent in my average posts per week.
I need a mentor, someone to look after me.
If only there was someone out there to help me develop my underdeveloped skills.

This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.........
.......Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope............
.......Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope............


Please don't be upset that this is an extremely weak post. I've limited time and felt very strongly about not letting Deirdo Speakish go on any longer, unattended.
I promise I am a much neater person than this blog may reflect.
Give me a chance, Please?

As per your request....

....and a urinal to boot.

....it runs in the family.

The following is an excerpt from an email written to me by my younger middle sister after viewing the comments on TOADAL RECALL. Aaron is her fiance'. It is as follows.

Battletoads. hee hee.

r.s. (random script) Aaron loves fly swatters. He gets excited when he sees one. "Aaahh, man. Y'all have a fly swatter." They are nostalgic to him, like a good game of WaHoo. He especially likes to see them hanging, not just placed haphazardly on top of the fridge. Is it strange for the flyswatter to be a nostalgic trigger? Fly swatters are still readily available at your neighborhood grocer or the Dollar store. In fact, if you pay attention, many people probably still have one at home. But I do think they are less common than they were 20 years ago. Maybe because people don't keep their windows and doors open so much? Maybe because technology has advanced more with screens, caulk, insulation, seals? People prefer air conditioning to fresh air? Trash cans seal better so flies don't congregate? I thought of that because I was thinking of frogs eating flies.

All your base are belong to me

Trav[is]:
Man.
Myth.
Mastermind?

You'd do well to know a pundit such as he.

Jill J is a ...........

Hen Fruit Mishap

he... he... he....
Too bad.... So sad....

Subjective Interpretation

A thing of beauty?
Replace the word an..tici..pation with the word in...terp...retation as you hum that catchy Heines ketchup commercial tune.

Think about that this Holiday season.

Quadruped Quandary

Age: 1 Yr.
Sign: Gemini
Location: Branson, AR

Ideal Romantic Date:
I like for somepig to treat me like a real swine. (;=} I imagine we would stroll through the barnyard as the sun sets. Dinner at the trough is my fav. I love slop. I would end the evening with a nice dip in the mud. That always makes me sizzle.

About you:
I am looking for a long term relationship. I want a pig that will bring home the bacon, if you know what I'm sayin. (;=} This little piggy poses for all those of you who are feelin' lonley. I need some company. Oink oink baby.

Because I cannot [whilst not at Ryan's Steak House] satisfy Drew's request for some hefty folks gettin busy with a bowl of smashed potatoes, I will interject some artistic licensing. Here. I thought you would have just a much fun with this one.

Sinking Toilet Paper

Be it a bit late, here is Jeremy's request. I will be posting a subjective interpretation of this later. Thank you.

Capricious Camera Captures

In the intrest of feedback, I will take the advice of blogging afficiando Biz Stone and request from you any ideas you have for picutres you might like to see. Latley I've been having [perhaps too much] fun with the camera phone. I realize that pictures I have posted may not be as enjoyable to those of you who are not, more or less, directly involved. My only desire is to please you, the Deirdo Speakish reader. I want to put my lack of photographic talents to use for you. I will do my best to oblige. Post a comment with your request and I will do most of what it takes to make your dream a reality. The only limitation I will impose is that there be no large amount of money involved in creating your vision. I'd rather not spend $100 on honey mustard, diapers, and a rented tuxedo.

OK, let's have some fun.

Oh yes, I also reserve the right to subjective interpretation. Some pictures make take longer due to content. Don't just do somethng, stand there!

Motley Crue....Uh...Yeah..

Party at TC's. A feignedly wild bunch? That too is a good question.

Chiiilllll my Ba..bies.....

The news is out. Conan to take Leno's place on 'Tonight' show. Even though this is still 5 years out, I can't help to feel a bit saddened. There is something special about that late hour. It is just at that time of day, at least for me, where everything has finally winded down. There are not to many distractions and it feels OK to just chill out on the couch and taken in some clever humor. It also makes you feel like your a part of something that is not so mainstream, even though Conan has become quite the popular TV show host.

What are your thoughts? Do you guys think that the new time slot will change his style? In what ways do you think that his humor will affect the way that people percieve comedy? Will the general public be more apt to dish out cheese? Have I just posted a really boring topic that is really just trying to be something that it cannot? Or, will we even care about any of this 5 years down the road? I guess I should consider that in five years, I too will be bedding down for a good night's rest at an earlier hour. I should be thankful that NBC is thinking about me and had the foresight to plan ahead so that I may go to sleep with a smile on my face, hopefully.

Where's Vanessa?...Hehe...Sucker.

Buck of Stars!

the One in the middle...

Check it Sis!

the future is now past my bedtime

Moblog Numero Uno. It does not seem fair to call this blog mobile.... since I am sitting directly in front of the computer terminal. Nevertheless, I was able to post this without touching the keyboard or any other part of the computing machine. Maybe this time next year we will just put on our SprintPCS MoBlog series 2800 eye-Googles and short mail our minds into cyberspace. Lovely.

aggregated morning space time continuum

I am confused this morning as to exactly what has happened.
I awoke as I normally do by hitting the alarm clock and opening my eye lids.

1. I got up.
2. Took a shower. [That's right. I took it.]
3. Brushed my teeth.
4. Shaved my chest. [Ooo la la!]
5. Put clothes on, my body.
6. Socks...boots...watch.
7. Phone

Now, here is why I am confused. I was in no hurry. I felt the morning was going rather pleasantly. Clue#1: It was quietly raining outside. I felt good. Andrea called as I was putting wallet in pocket. I told her I was still a little sleepy and that I was about to walk out the door. Clue #2: She went, "Ohhh, O.K." Nothing dramatic or anything, just a tinge more empathy than what would seem normal. Said I'd call back when I get to work. "Love You, Bye." Got my keys, headed towards the door. As I was walking out of the house, I noticed a woman from work had called my phone already that morning. Clue#3: Missed Call. I thought that is strange. Still, at this point I had not put it together. I get in my truck, pull away from the driveway. Clue#4: Traffic is scarce. I called Deniece from work to hear what she was calling me for.

B: "Hey Deniece. It's Bryan"
D: Boooyy Where are you?
B: "I am driving to work. Why?"
D: You usually call if you are going to be even five minutes late, and I didn't hear from you.
B: "What the..."

The conversation did continue briefly but is no longer neccessary. Until that moment, I had been having an average 'everyday' morning. Now, without warning or instruction, I have been thrust exactly one hour into the future. One hour. Exactly.

My only excuse is that I have none.........or that I "fell back" 38 days early.

Tribute to my old best friend

An old friendship was rekindled today.
My old buddy "Bill" just happened by the office. Turns out he is doing all-right for himself.

I am happy for Bill. He stood up for me once when a group of teenagers on their bikes tried to scare me. He proved his good friendship that day as he scooped me up in his big arms and carried me for a 15 yd safety into the driveway. I might have been emotionally damaged if not for Bill that day.

Thanks good buddy. I owe you one.

p.s. Thanks for signed mini helmet magnet. It looks great on my 'refrigerator'. ;)

Sir Michael IX

Baby, when I look into your eyes, I see etymology

The question has been raised.
An answer will be lowered.

Deirdo (dîr-doe) n : mental adroitness, Nimble with the hands or body; dexterous, wick-quittedness

Deirdo has roots in 15th century old english savant vernacular. Déir'-doe was originally used to describe someone of clever wit; and/or having practical ingenuity and skill.

Sir Michael IX made popular this linguistic morsel in a speech delivered to parliament 1637.

"Deirdo are those, lawmakers of old.
From hence the morrow, they urge us bold.
They saw thou next,
what shalt not come.
By the mighty sword,
and the battle drum.
Tis' to my family, I owe my wife,
Tis' to my country, I owe my life."

The broken syntax and casual enunciation of modern conversational English has led to its current colloquial pronunciation as shown above.

Speakish: Of, relating to, or being...... speak.

Peace punch captain Crunch. Later.

Uno Dos Tres Opus

The initial action has been executed. In the interest of brevity, I will be brief.

Palm facing inward. Make a fist. Pull staight down.........Yes.

I have blogged.