Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 30, 2013

I do better with the written word than the spoken.

Oh, I do hope those pencil leads don’t break during a heated exchange!

Even then, there doesn’t appear to be much to write home about.

That BLT looked good, bev. Got any more?

A regular is fine.

The Hemelshot’s neighbors, the Carlysles, however, prefer to communicate via an authentic Gutenberg Press…

Texting – Old School

They don’t seem to have anything to say.

To yell they have to use Bold letters or italics.But from the looks on their faces I think that bulbs went out some time ago.

I think the written word can be more romantic sometimes, tho’ I love the timbre of his voice. Rose and Jimbo often write notes. My lover likes me to message him with MP3s and I’d like those too.@Stel, who sets the type? I’ve done that as well as setting wax sheets in a mimeo (what haven’t I done?).

They look fairly happy, but too far apart.

Hay StEL…!!! thankz fur findin SuSuns hAt….!!! Ahm still warin it behind teh tiKi an have bin awl nite… still aint scene her yet… she musta had problums wit Elvis or shlep late… Ahm glad that gidder is teh XTI new an imroved speshul PU239 “dayglo” glidder… it even glidders at nite wen teh lites go out….. it jus changes colers….. oooohhh majenta!!!!

I B-E-T I-T T-A-K-E-S A L-O-N-G T-I-M-E T-O S-A-Y S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G-.

Susan must still be having problems with her phone line and all the weather related problems. Loss of electricity not fun!!!

With the Hemelshots it’s always hard to tell. Marvin and Shirley have their doubts. It looks good on the surface, but something is just not right. It would be going too far to say, it’s just not right, but on the other hand, not far from it. Why has Patti given up her polka dots and stopped dying her hair blue? Has George truly forsaken his pocket protector? Where is Rusty Boy at a time like this? I must say as a casual observer, I am worried. George didn’t drive a truck because of his great literary skills and Patti has given up her position as substitute Bulletin Coordinator for the Garden Club. Oh my, could it be true, at their age, that the things that don’t make sense are starting to make sense and the things that made sense, don’t!!!! Only time will tell.

@Righty2bet your wronG. me make correction neveR. everything turns out wronG. never keep tryinG. tough getting younG. for sissieS

If they were stenographers now there is a lost art. We had to take it and typing when I was in high school back 1970. A REQUIRED course to pass. Swirl, mark, mark, two dots and and thingy. Had meaning back then but now just so much cknscrtng

I was forced as a kid by my Mom to take typing one year in a summer school program ( I think just to get me out of her hair ) but it was invaluable as I got into High School and College. I also had a course in what was called speed writing, which wasn’t stenography but more akin to what tweeters and texters do today. Was a great help in writing down Prof.‘s lectures – that is if I could decipher it later. Kids type everything today. A handwritten letter is a thing of the past. I don’t know if my grandson even knows who to write ( not print ).

I started a typing class in HS (quit to take up drafting) and would NEVER have taken steno! I DID have an art class on various styles of calligraphy (still have some work sheets somewhere) and did envelopes for invites a while when my kids were little. I was also illustrator for many newsletters (PTA and such) and these days most of us in SCA do some calligraphy and/or illumination. I’m still slow at typing but like having spellcheck on my email.

bev, that sandwich would have been good. I knew I should have stayed up later! I think Fellow Baby (Grog to the rest of you) ate it, didn’t he? :-(

It was the perfect midnight snack, Fellow Baby.

which one?

Wow…. wow…..

Sorry everybody…. no, no phone trouble…. this time….just sheer exhaustion last night and other complications today…..

Wednesday nights in summer I work late, on my feet, at the Framer’s market…. just couldn’t stay awake when I got home.

Came oer to the Tiki now to see what’s happening….and Just LOOK what I found!

Oh Monkey!Oh Stel and Bev!

Wow!

I’m not really the head grinder operator, Monkey… YOU are!Your bar, your recipes….

But yeah, I run the big grinder in the evening shift… which is a LOT of bananas and ice!

So I’ll wear the hat with pride.THANK YOU!!

Well I certainly hope someone makes me ANOTHER BLT since FELLOW BABY STOLE THE ONE MADE FOR ME!

GEEZ YOU TRUST SOMEONE AND THEY GO AND STEAL YOUR BLT! Oh well, I will get even. Don’t forget Fellow Baby, I am half Italian, AND I HAVE CONNECTIONS!

If I didn’t do it, someone else would have, Fellow Baby. It was too inviting.

I have come in peace to say Good Night.I’d write it on Grog’s forehead, but he keeps moving.Sleep well all BSers! Have a round on me! A round what? See CD for the answer.

Time for me to turn out the lights (Yes, turn out the lights, Fellow Baby! This ain’t no Motel 6. More like Centerpoint Energy).

Hi Shika Goodnight Shika!

Fellow Baby, You are like Banks at Barkeater Lake. BACON, BACON, BACON!

And I will say Goodnight as well! But I ENJOY THE MOTEL 6 COMMERCIALS, one of the FEW COMMERCIALS I DO ENJOY, so I WILL KEEP THE LIGHT ON! :-D

Love your outfit, Susan! Just about right for the head grinder!

Enjoyable commercials? almost seems an oxymoron, but there IS that one for some massage oils . . . Time for a cool bath, and bedtime. G’night all!

Ouch…

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Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!