The Sunday Stealing for this week is another Kwizgiver. I’ll write about Lucky Stubbs and other things.
Sunday Stealing: Lucky Stubbs
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The Sunday Stealing for this week is another Kwizgiver. I’ll write about Lucky Stubbs and other things.
Roger Green: a librarian's life, deconstructed.
Australia
The Sunday Stealing for this week is another Kwizgiver. I’ll write about Lucky Stubbs and other things.
Eating alone
This week’s Sunday Stealing is The Book of Questions.
No, unless it’s SO obvious, generally for comedic purposes.
I did a whole post on this.
Personal secretary if it meant they would type stuff. I hate typing, and I’m poor at it. If they didn’t type, then a housekeeper for sure. But the others are also appealing.
Nope. Sometimes, yes.
I’ve dined alone. While I prefer going to the movies with another, I’ve seen at least three movies in 2023 by myself. I went on a vacation alone in 1998. I’d do it again given the right circumstances, perhaps visiting some Major League Baseball parks,, which are uninteresting to my wife and daughter.
You mean I’m not? Well, I would rather not.. The sniping on social media alone makes it undesirable.
Go to Asia. Maybe I will in the next few years once I’ve saved up.
I’d discreetly get the friend out of the room and tell them.
With my (lack of) hair? That’d be like free money.
I would not. I’m having enough trouble being me.
I would not. It all shapes me, the good and the bad.
NOT Constantinople
This week’s Sunday Stealing is right up my alley: Songs—links to all.
Lady Marmalade – LaBelle: “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?”
A Horse With No Name – America. America played at my college in late 1971 or early 1972. The charge was fifty cents, but I didn’t go. Weeks later, the song was #1 on the pop charts.
Three Little Birds – Bob Marley. “Every little thing is gonna be all right.”
Cat Food – King Crimson. I sing it to my cats each time I feed them.
Philadelphia – Neil Young. Bruce Springsteen received an Oscar for his song from the movie Philadelphia, entitled Streets of Philadelphia. But the Neil song, right at the end of the film, always gets me, and Springsteen intimated that he thought Neil’s song was better in his acceptance speech.
Waterloo – ABBA. Truth to tell, I don’t believe in “guilty pleasure” music
Friends – Elton John. This could have been the movie song as well.
Summertime Blues – Eddie Cochran. WAY back in 2006, I wrote a blog post about a mixed CD I made about summer. I own at least three versions of this song, including Blue Cheer and The Who.
Love In Them There Hills – the Pointer Sisters. That said, I don’t listen much to music on the radio.
Demon Alcohol – the Kinks, from the great Muswell Hiillbillies album
Take Me To The River – Talking Heads. I picked their version because I couldn’t do Cousin Al justice.
a scar
This week’s Sunday Stealing is called League because it was stolen, once again, from the League of Extraordinary Penpals.
I have an old Betty Crocker cookbook. The one downside is that it calls for certain-sized cans or boxes, but shrinkflation has altered them. For instance, a lasagna recipe suggests 32-ounce cans of sauce, but now they come in 28 ounces.
It would involve writing, doing genealogy, reading, watching JEOPARDY, and going to choir.
Possibly this blog. It has allowed me to clarify my thoughts. But also the community of bloggers because writing this merely for my improvement would be boring.
Cleaning my office, which would be evident if you saw it.
As a kid, I hated almost all vegetables. I actually like broccoli and several others now. But I now despise most canned vegetables. I tried canned spinach a few years ago, which I would eat as a kid, probably hypnotized by Popeye, and I found it VILE. Give me fresh or if necessary, frozen.
I was undoubtedly listening to music. But they weren’t sad tears; they were happy tears. Maybe it was As by Stevie Wonder.
I think most people want to help if they can.
I’ve been watching a lot about Artificial Intelligence and how it can be used for good. Or not. This 60 Minutes piece speaks to this.
When I was three years old, I fell down the stairs between my grandparents’ place and ours. There is a scar below my lower lip where facial hair refuses to grow.
And I probably won’t write it down here, either.
Black History Month at my church for at least a decade, being the one in my Bible group to make sure we have the Zoom link. I was in charge of the mail order, balancing the checkbook, and making the bank deposit when I worked at FantaCo, a comic book store, in the 1980s. Undoubtedly other things.
The choir people
Travel, doing genealogy.
555 feet
This Sunday Stealing cue comes from Pinterest. I have an account, but I never use it. BTW, the graphic came from Pinterest.