Cool! Added to my RSS feeds.

As Lawrence Welk used to say, "Wunnerful, wunnerful!" I have bookmarked it and am most grateful!

Bow ties and blogs.
McIntyre unplugged.
I surrender.
Thanks EL.

Thank you for sharing....this is a bright spot in an otherwise dreary Friday morning.

Good Friday news in the midst of monsoon season!

Great news!

Thanks EL!

Whatever that is, Corporate has blocked (and logged...and reported) it from here.

Happy May Day everyone. Workers of the world, unite!

Wondering if I should wear my nym tag to MD Sheep & Wool tomorrow...

Eve, they've probably blocked all of blogspot, being lazy. Most of the blocking software is crap. Actually, all of it is.

Stacy, I'll be there tomorrow, but I won't be wearing a tag.

What, the corporate world is denying its employees access to instruction on grammar, syntax, and Cincinnati Chili? Haven't the suits heard about professional development?

Eve,
Wordville lives on!
The link is to John McIntyre's new blog, also called You Don't Say.

I tried to link 3 times. My computer froze each time. We don't have blocking software, and I don't know enough about these interwebs to fix it myself. I'll wait til Dana comes back from vacation. She'll fix it.:-)

Made my day!

You can even follow him on Twitter.as johnemcintyre Ha! I thought it was just me and Kiki on Twitter.

I'll wear mine, Lissa. Please say hi if you see me!

Are you going for the tasty lamb?

Thanks, EL! I'm so happy to see this.

Stacey, I've never been before, so hearing there will be tasty lamb makes me very happy.

I tend to go half-catatonic in crowds, but I'll try to pay attention. People scare me.

I'm a hand spinner (drop spindle, not those Johnnie come lately wheel thingies), so I'm going for the fleece. I also plan to oggle the Icelandic sheep. They just have the most adorable horns!

they've probably blocked all of blogspot

IT seems to have decided that there is nothing on blogspot that I need to do my job. These people know nothing of my needs....

If you don't like crowds, Lissa, go EARLY. It's full all day, but I find early-morning to be less painful, since it's mostly the hardcore yarn junkies and sheep people. (I belong to the yarn junkie group.)

Lissa

How are you going to make it all the way to West Friendship? I know you have scooter but please take the back back roads.

Sorry I can't make it there myself.

Stacy, I'm trying to imagine the hardcore yarn junkies and sheep people ... I do needlepoint--does that count?

Stacy, I know it is going to be rough, and I'm going with a friend, which helps.

LEC, I have a moped, not a scooter, but never fear. My friend, bless her, is driving.

Riding a moped from the SE to West Friendship is crazy even by my standards.

Dahlink, the sheep people are all the nice folks showing/shearing their sheep. The yarn junkies (like me) are drawn in and held captive by the wool fumes. They are irrestistible!

Gawd...I sound like a loon. No matter!

Boy, was I confused there for a while. On the computer screen I was looking at y-a-r-n looked like y-a-m. I couldn't get the connection between sheep and yams. Now I'm home with my much better monitor.

Stacy, will there be llama and alpaca shearings, too?

That's ok, Stacy. I sound like a loom.

Bucky I would guess that Lord Marmalade eats mashed yams with lamb given his stated fondness for mashed potatoes with ketchup and mashed (?) carrots. Insert English dental joke here. What he does with the lamb is anyone's guess. Indeed!

wool fumes? what are wool fumes?

I was in Scotland for a year and a half and never whiffed wool fumes.

Bucky, I thought the same thing at first. And I have new glasses too.

You people are warped and woof.

I like that.

Beloved OMG wrote: "Insert English dental joke here."

I have a friend who calls this phenomenon "socialized medicine teeth"

Arf.

I was in Scotland for a year and a half and never whiffed wool fumes.

Then you weren't doing it fast enough. Bam!

Speaking of warped and woof, I wonder what Lord Marmalade does on Friday nights

Sadly, there were no Morris Dancers to greet the May Day dawn any closer to me than Minneapolis today. For decades that was a part of my spring rites.

As for the good news about John, I too have bookmarked it -- may even create a permanent tab, though the string across the top is getting longer and shorter, if you know what I mean.

BG, most of the notable bad British teeth pre-date socialized medicine.

After all the Canadians and the French (among others), don't have bad teeth.

There are valid reasons to criticise socialized medicine, but British teeth isn't really one of them.

I think Lissa is right--it's a long-standing lack of interest in hygiene--dental and otherwise.

I remember a story from years ago about a group of Americans who rented a charming little place for their holiday in the UK. The landlord was astounded that they all expected to be able to have a shower each and every day, and the hot water supply just could not handle that.

Ah, such welcomed spring air! Thanks, EL, for providing this link to John's engaging and reflective words. I am affirmed by his resilience and grateful for his verve.

No, the Canadians don't have bad teeth, but they do have bad haircuts. Perhaps the Canucks need socialized salons

Speaking of warped and woof, I wonder what Lord Marmalade does on Friday nights

Bath time for the Corgis is the woof part, followed by a game of "Who's a good boy?" Otherwise just lounging in the solarium with a sherry, some sweet gherkins and digestive biscuits. Rather tame this week,

"I have a friend who calls this phenomenon 'socialized medicine teeth'."

Or, as Sheridan Whiteside said in The Man Who Came To Dinner: "Every time I see his teeth it reminds me of Roquefort Cheese."

Before I found Jesus, my previous pool boy was Canadian. Poor Lester. I bought him a hat for his birthday. He really liked my macaroons. Strange boy.

Sweet inamorata BG, I think it's best not to invite that sort of discussion from Lord M. I've already heard enough about corgis.

Then you weren't doing it fast enough. Bam!

That is wrong on so many levels...but it still made me laugh.

My brother had lots of corgi cars when we were kids. Some matchbox cars, too.

Owl - I happen to find Lord Marmalade rather amusing.

such as when he says things like this: "followed by a game of "Who's a good boy?""

We all know what that means. If you read carefully, that wasn't the woof part of the evening.

There no doubt a little bit of Samuel Johnson in all Brits

BG, speaking of woof and LM's game of "Who's a Good Boy?", perhaps this week's version has extra interest since his Zappos shipment probably has arrived by now.

Cara mia BG.

First I don't doubt that Lord M might not be terribly undisiniterested in having a little Johnson in him.

Second, should I be jealous? I know how much of an Anglophile you are. I hope I don't smell corgis on you the next time I see you. Indeed in deed.

Perhaps Lord Marmalade could explain the Brit obsession with digestion and regularity?

I was much amused years ago on my first trip to England, to find all the crackers in the grocery store in Oxford were called "digestives." (It was for me, the turn-off equivalent of the new gastropub terminology)

And that was just the beginning of what I observed to be an outright obsession with digestive regularity in those Brits.

Though, now that I think about it, things are trending that way here, too, with all those yogurt commercials of late.

Perhaps it's the indicator of an aging population. In the case of England, that's a good thing. They've wrecked enough havoc around the world in the past three centuries that the best we can hope for now is that they stay home and worry about their bowel movements instead.

Great job Yum, now I have an image of Lord M twirling around his solarium in his new slingback pumps singing "I Feel Pretty". Just a great way to start the day.

Lord M twirling around his solarium in his new slingback pumps singing "I Feel Pretty".

OMG, on such a grey and sloggy day, isn't it nice to know that someone is happy?

Yes Yum. But we haven't heard from Lord M lately. I wonder how he will take this specualtion on his private life. On second thought I think there is probably a lot of Gilbert and Sullivan in the solarium and possibly corgis in costumes.

I see you have been talking behind my back you naughty naughty Yankers. Well I couldn't be more pleased at such a delightful kerfuffle. Mr. Meat that is a splendid idea. An all corgi (plus me and my valet Vivian) version of the Pirates of Penzance! After all I am the very model of a modern Major-General and I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral. Ta.

The mind reels. Time to watch the Zappos map to clear my mind (and see if there any size 16 ladies shoes being sold in Maryland. I think I preferred LM when he was mean.

Dearest OMG. You ask should you be jealous. You know how I love musicals..... "say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime....."

but G&S not so much. Too old school for me.

We'll always have Van and the pylons.

Lord Marmalade - what do you wear on a first date? Did you get the shoes yet from Zappos?

Amor de mi vida BG, you know I know nothing about musicals. I had to google that line. You didn't include the next lines. I like them.

Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you, here beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
[name], that's all I ask of you

Time to make the muffins.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
– Pablo Neruda

(and see if there any size 16 ladies shoes being sold in Maryland).

LM wears ladies size 14, at least I presume he does, based on his original inquiry. Unless, of course, those were for Vivian...the plot thickens...

Vivian? Isn't a valet always a man? Or at least an English man?

OM, please...this IS LM's valet.

Vivian could be 1) a man; 2) an English man; 3) a woman; 4) a former man; 5) a former woman; 6) a corgi; 7) a ferret; 8) a hedgehog; etc.

OMG, you never watched "The Young Ones?"

Good point there Miss Yummy. I can see a small army of hedgehogs with an unholy purpose. You left out former human. Vivian the Valet could be a skeleton in a rocking chair. I need to close my mind to LM's grotesquerie of glam. I've already flashed on him sewing a Dutch girl costume.

The Young Ones? I guess not. What's the relavance?

One of the main characters is a man named Vyvyan (I didn't realize the spelling was non-standard until I just looked it up, to make sure I had the right British series). He's British. Quite the young punk, actually.

Of course, the show aired on MTV back when they actually played music videos. It may have been the camel's nose.

Oh, I only saw a Cliff Richard movie of the same name from 1961. Quite not the young punk.

It may have been the camel's nose.

Lissa, that and The Real World, I think.

Yum, the answer to your question is zip code 19604

OM, grazie. 15207.