Procrastinet

Maxian Numbers

filed under: Dadditudes

Max has a long history of naming/renaming things, and lists. Here's his original take on the alphabet, here's his surreally-named bouncy ball collection, and here are the 20 tracks of an album he invented. Tonight, however, I think he may have outdone himself.

In the bath he plays with big foam letters and numbers, which he uses to make up elaborate stories mostly having to do with addresses and Fall Out Boy ("Joe lives at... 547 EIGHTH Street...") - but tonight he picked up the U, the D and the L and shouted, apropos of nothign, "UDL means FIVE!"

"In what?" I asked.

"In German," says Max. He then started inventing other numbers, which I had Mommy write down for posterity. Imagine all of these pronounced with an accent that's somewhere between Hebrew, Japanese and Martian:

One = ashee
Two = sada
Three = shok
Four = zoshoko
Five = UDL
Six = zastanoko
Seven = ashtutu
Eight = bastard
Nine = lasoto
Ten = zojo
Eleven = zaktu
Twelve = azsti
Thirteen = zastutu
Fourteen = sadazaza
Fifteen = Sarah
Sixteen = ashzoto
Seventeen = ashtuta
Eighteen = zvzvthu
Nineteen = zvzvzvu
Twenty = "there is no twenty."

KG and the Adventure of Attic

filed under: Demolishments and Renewvations

Got an email yesterday from long (long, long!) time P'net friend KG, about his "adventure" that day. It's best documented in photographs. Here's the set-up:

We recently discovered we have an attic. We knew there was a small crawlspace, entered through Keaton's room, but Ann discovered that if you go through the crawlspace it opens up into a large space that you can stand it. It has no floor, but somebody who used to live here put down boards over the rafters. Only some idiot laid down particle board in places instead of real wood.

And then the photo punchline:

The story continues:

I went in there for the first time today, and one of the particle boards snapped under my weight. Fortunately the garage door was open, and broke my fall. The downside is, we need to buy a new garage door. I imagine they aren't cheap. Still, how much would I pay to avoid breaking my leg or cracking my skull?

Here's the impromptu escape hatch that he accidentally designed into his attic:

And, because everything (yes, EVERYTHING!) can be LOL'ed, today he sent this along (which did, in fact, make me laugh right out loud):

For the whole saga, including his excellent captions and annotations to the images, plus the door once he and his wife coat-hanger-wired it back into place, check out his Flickr stream starting here.

Many Stuf...

filed under: Stuff to laugh at

In the comments of the lolcats post below, Procrastimom wrote:

God, it's depressing to be dealing with a nearly 94 year old on one hand and becoming aware on the other hand of being in some alternative universe from large parts of the rest of the world because, apparently, of being OLD. Sigh.

To which perj responded:

how about "I'z takin' geritol. Iz not so gret..."

To which Procrastimom responded:

Many stuf not so gret...

So I have used LolCat Buildr to make a brand new lolcat just for Procrastimom (image "Sad Cat" courtesy of Joseph Levy at pbase):

UPDATE:

Procrastimom has turned out to be a natural source of lolanimals. From the comments: