Poor commentless post. So lonely.

I'm doing a little work on Thursday's post (Political Cocktails) and need some music. I also need some music to get my head right for my meeting with Bourbon Gurl tonight. Since Rock Chicklet is recuperating at her sister's wi-fi-less farm near Tamaqua PA, I will toss out today's soundtrack.

First is Big Star's classic that you don't know September Gurls (an optimistic nod to BG). The Bangles did a nice cover too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNKSs1J38EA

September gurls do so much
I was your butch and you were touched
I loved you well never mind
Ive been crying all the time
December boys got it bad.

September gurls I dont know why
How can I deny whats inside
Even thought I keep away
Maybe well love all our days.

When I get to bed
Late at night
Thats the time
She makes things right
Ooh when she makes luv to me.

Second is a head clearer by the brilliant and ridiculously overlooked Giant Drag. Bourbon Gurl, if could work an axe like Annie Hardy, I would dump all my baby mamas just for you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cPlwZJnGPic
Three sixty five
seven fifty
your all i need
your all in me

i want i want i want it all
i want i want i want them all
i want i want i want them all
i want i want i want you all

While I would love to meet at the market tomorrow, I'm expecting to be a little drowsy at that time and probably chained to a pipe and missing a kidney. Fingers crossed.

Something hopeful for Owl and Bourbon Girl:
(Led Zep - of course)
Hey lady--you got the love I need
Maybe more than enough.
Oh Darling... walk a while with me
Ooh, you've got so much...
Many times I loved, Many times been bitten
Many times I've gazed, Along the open road.
Many times I've lied, Many times I've listened
Many times I've wondered, How much there is to know.
Many dreams come true, And some have silver linings
I live for my dream, And a pocketful of gold.
Mellow is the man, Who knows what he's been missing
Many many men, Can't see the open road.
Many is a word, That only leaves you guessing
Guessing 'bout a thing, You really ought to know, ooh!
You really ought to know, I really ought to know!
oooh, You know I should, you know I should, you know I should

Good heavens. All this lovey duvy stuff. I'm inspired.

Since I'm not feeling sporting, I won't tell you who this is;

I hold your hand in mine, dear,
I press it to my lips.
I take a healthy bite
From your dainty fingertips.

My joy would be complete, dear,
If you were only here,
But still I keep your hand
As a precious souvenir.

The night you died I cut it off.
I really dont know why.
For now each time I kiss it
I get bloodstains on my tie.

Im sorry now I killed you,
For our love was something fine,
And till they come to get me
I shall hold your hand in mine.

Lissa - Tom Lehrer

OK...I cheated. I didn't know that song, but I do know Tom Lehrer from when I had a chemistry teacher (with a Mr. Peepers persona, no less) who thought Lehrer's song about the periodic table of the elements was the best teaching aid in the history of science.

Since I'm not feeling sporting, I won't tell you who this is.

Sounds suspiciously like Tom Lehrer.

Okay--who wrote this?

Work it, girl
Work it hard
Work it like a Visa card ...

Dahlink, was that Salt and Pepa?

Probably the dumbest Tom Lehrer song ever, but I still love the man.

Bucky, an English prof at my college once quoted a few lines of "Lobachevsky" while explaining the guidelines for our term papers.

Half of us started singing it. The other half could not figure out why she was telling us to plagiarize.

Lisa--I honestly don't know the answer and was hoping for enlightenment here. A former coworker (now deceased) planted that one in my head. Salt and Pepa sounds plausible. Can anyone confirm?

Well, hopefully,not everyone in the sandbox is waking up as cranky as I am! I just want to know how the price of the gas that the dealers had already paid for and had in the ground rose 50 cents in 2 days???? arrrrrrgh!

Dahlink - tried googling your lyrics to no avail, sure sounds like Salt and Peppa to me though.

Well, Owl, hope your nocturnal adventures went well!

Work it like a Visa card ...

That was my ex-wife Bridget.

Thanks, Joyce W. That's a consensus!

I was kicking myself for not buying gas on my way to the gym yesterday. As I headed to my workout, I noted the price. An hour and a half later it had jumped about 12 cents. Up even more today. Grumble.

Cranky Joyce? I woke up with two kidneys, so that's something. The night time is the right time for
catching a Bourbon Girl.

While in the Army, Tom Lehrer, among his many other talents, figured out how to make alcohol-infused Jell-O (Jello shots), and would bring some in for his co-workers. Besides, how can you not like a guy who wrote "Poisoning Pigeons In the Park."

More of that fashion forward wardrobe? And I see Ms Bourbon Girl got herself an owl suit for the picture.

Owl -- I'm relieved to hear your evening didn't result in the loss of internal body organs. It would have put a crimp in Funtastic Thursdays.

Yes Cheese Girl, all organs intact. FYI BG turned her nose up at some beautiful blue Cabrales cheese (more for me) but attacked the Manchego like a monkey on a cupcake!

Yes, it seems Owl and I were destined to share a cheese plate together. Though no one ate the jelly squares. Bucky, want in?

(Owl, you shall pay for that monkey comment later....)

And who can forget Tom Lehrer's take on Clementine?

Bourbon Girl, bring it monkey girl. I love your passion ... and your boots. You don't scare me. I put a love ray on you and now you are helpless. So get me a Mr. Pibb woman! And some Cheetos and Sabor de Soledad at the bodega. Chop chop.

Not sure where to post this, but this seems as logical as any.

We noted several weeks ago that Tiburzi's Cafe in Canton had closed. As I was walking my dog yesterday, I saw that it's now re-opened as Tiburzi's Sports Bar. Just what Canton doesn't already have enough of: a sports bar!

OMGBL, shouldn't that be ¡Andele! ¡Andele!

Si, RiE, if she was a very fast Mexican cartoon mouse. And maybe I don't need to buy Sabor de Soledad anymore.

To all those who use this as a forum for bantering with inside jokes, what is the blog-comment equivalent of "get a room"? It's extremely annoying to the rest of us!

It's extremely annoying to the rest of us!

Speak for yourself, please.

Maybe chris and robert can start a grumpy blog. ;) or is that too insidey.

Oh, chris...it's been nice knowing you. (See: Mark)

I feel your pain, chris. The Sabor de Soledad isn't an inside joke, it might be onscure but it is almost relevant. It's a running gag on my favorite sitcom 30 Rock. Tina Fey east these bags of disgusting Mexican Cheetos knockoffs called Sabor de Soledad. Apparently it means the taste or flavor of solitude or loneliness (depends on which translator program i try). You g et the idea.
Here's an explanation from elsewhere
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(Tina Fey) ... Oh, yes -- and I'm eating Sabor de Soledad, 'cause I can eat whatever I want now."

Ah, Sabor de Soledad, the off-brand cheez curls that, as it turns out, caused all those false-positive pregnancy tests. "Apparently [they] get their special tangy flavor from evaporated bull semen," Liz tells Jack, who's come back to New York to check on her. "Well," he replies, "that explains your hair's thickness and shine."
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Explaining a joke kind of kills it.

Good one Bucky. I'll take Jenna over chris any day.

Chris, there are no inside jokes, you just haven't devoted enough time to The Only Blog That Matters™

I also find it hard to believe the "annoying to the rest of us" means that you represent more than yourself.

Get up or get down but get in on it.
-- Thomas Jefferson

I'm thinking Mr/Ms Chris will get really irritated when we start using comments in another thread as a jumping off point in this thread. Maybe irritated enough to leave, or at least stay quiet until the flow begins to make sense. I'll bet if I make a comment about the feathered one's fashion forward cap most folk in the Sandbox won't have a problem connecting back to last Thursday.

RtSO wrote: I'll bet if I make a comment about the feathered one's fashion forward cap...

I don't remember that. I remember a beanie. I don't remember any "fashion forward cap."

He of the Square State: the entire ensemble was described as fashion forward and I was criticised for call the cap a beanie. I was trying to make a mends and un-ruffle some feathers.

I figured it was a baseball cap but, being years ahaead of his time, he had it on backwards.

I'm trying to ignore this. It was a short-brimmed cricket cap. Which was so ahead of its time. NOw stop picking on me.

RtSO - I'm thinking Mr/Ms Chris will get really irritated when we start using comments in another thread as a jumping off point in this thread.

With that as a lede, I'm sure he would be baffled if I were to, oh, bring up the whole Girls v. Roberts debate. Not that I'm going to.

Oh Feathered One I was not trying to pick on you, and I did say it was a cap. (I'm trying to be nice, really. Sorry if I fail so miserable. I don't get out much.)

Old Feathered One, I'm not trying to pick on you either. I'm trying to egg RtSO on to do it.

Cheese Girl, I don't remember there was a debate. I just remember Girls suddenly popping up all over the place. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

Forget the cap... did anyone else notice what large hands our little Owlie has in that photo?

Are they still big hands, Bourbon Girl?
(Apologies to chris.)

Cheese Girl, you bring up a good point. Let's tally:

Girls: 5 (Bacon, Bourbon, BBQ, Cheese, Hyacinth)

Roberts: 5 (PCB, Piano, Single, Cross Keys, the new probably a shill plain Robert)

It seems an even balance. The proliferation of Roberts remains effectively counterbalanced.

Though if I know Boubon Girl, she will attempt a power move. And Rocket Girl is still out there somewhere, just in case we need her.

So don't get any crazy ideas, you Roberts.

Bourbon Girl - meow! As Wordsworth said the child is father to the man, although I doubt he had that in mind. Perhaps another rendezvous down by the pylons this weekend? I have a new velvet suit you might like. Bring your velvet scrunchie.

Old Feathered One, I'm not trying to pick on you either. I'm trying to egg RtSO on to do it. declares the square state one. Not at all nice, and a bad pun to boot.

By the way, at the end of your third paragraph, I think you should have had an period after your ellipsis, and its whom. (This last just to drive Mr/Ms Chris nuts since not only have I jumped topics, but blogs, as well. Hint: think commas and bow ties.)

Hyacinth Girl -- you forgot Robert from TBRS (The Big Rectangular State), who has resumed his original blogging name of Bucky. I think that makes it Roberts 6, Girls 5.

So don't get any crazy ideas, you Roberts. But crazy ideas are (as Wallace would say to Gromit) our Specialty. And just so you can keep your inventory straight (with apologies to the piano man) the plain Robert was me: I sinned and visited another blog and didn't want to confuse them with my D@L appellation then taking a couple of posts to notice I had lost my tSO. But, your inventory didn't include Bob UU who holds an associate membership in the Society of Roberts. It should also be pointed out that having more Girls than Roberts is not a bad thing, although I'm not sure how RoCK's wife might view that.

RtSO - But crazy ideas are (as Wallace would say to Gromit) our Specialty.

Bring on The Crazy. It's why I love it here in the Sandbox.

Which reminds me of something I've been meaning to ask -- how did the Sandbox get named the Sandbox?

Cheese Girl asked: "..how did the Sandbox get named the Sandbox? "

It sure isn't because we pussyfoot around.

Wasn't there a Lemon Girl yesterday or the day before. She sounded like someone with a bright appearance but with that tartness underneath that keeps you coming back for more.

Yes, who did first call this gathering the Sandbox?

I'm guessing it was RtSO ?

I jumped in to explain the Sabor de Soledad joke from 30 Rock. Mostly I sit on the edge of glasses unappreciated. And I can be zesty.

I always think it was someone much more clever than me, but I do think it was, in fact, me.

hmpstd - regarding Bucky, unless he's a Robert, he's not a Robert.

How's that for existential? Calling Jean Paul! Calling Jean Paul!

Even if we count Bucky as a Robert, with Lemon Girl's sudden appearance and Rocket Girl on standby - again, supremely effective counterbalance. Power, even. Peel us some grapes, Owl!

Bob - a bourbon girl never kisses and tells.

Owl - Bring my velvet scrunchie? You know I *am* a velvet scrunchie. And yes, meet you again down by the pylons. And just go ahead and call me monkey girl again. I'll make you so sorry you did that, you will forget your own name.... oh wait... you already have that problem..

Welcome, Lemon Girl! You tart. Girl happy hour tomorrow, we'll call you!

Oh thanks HG - I have been so distracted by feathers and velvet that I almost forgot about the happy hour tomorrow! I hope Bacon and BBQ remember.

(OMG, don't worry, I put all that stuff you told me in the vault...)

You tart.

LOL. Welcome, Lemon Girl.

You know I *am* a velvet scrunchie

Wow! I almost dropped the 55 gallon drum I was holding in my hands.

Oh no, Bourbon Girl, we all know the vault can be opened with bourbon.

Is there room in the sandbox for a Cinnamon Girl?

I could be happy the rest of my life with a Cinnamon Girl. Yeah, I could see us chasing the moonlight.

And you know what they say? You can never have too much cinnamon.

Is there room in the sandbox for a Cinnamon Girl?

Oh, Happy Day.

You're right, Bucky, popping up all over the place. Just like mushrooms after a rain.