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Sunday, November 20, 2011

Call Me Rufus.

The Sister got an I-Phone this weekend.

Evidently this thing comes with a lady-in-waiting. For no other reason than that the option is offered...She gave her's an Australian accent.

Having decided on an Australian servant, the obvious next step was to ask it...

"Where can I find a shrimp on the barbie?"

The lady tells her to call Erik...me.

So, of course, she texts me to call her...several times as she got acquainted with Mac's Fascist spell check.

"Hey Rufus...call me."

"call me Dufuss...not Rufus. Call me Dufuss."

Hey Dufuss, why don't you ask Sheila where you can find Flimsy Cups.




The last great Pavement song.

Lest we forget...



Only this morning she has called me "Obnoxious" and uninvited me from Thanksgiving. All I've ever been guilty of is being a loving brother.
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12 comments:

  1. natetinNovember 20, 2011 at 9:53 AM

    Ring tone serving suggestion:

    http://youtu.be/McsWKczU6wc

    * Contents may settle in transit.

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  2. natetinNovember 20, 2011 at 10:10 AM

    Auto-erotic asphyxiation and hair, semi-permed gelled, sleeves rumpled to the elbows, alternative options:

    http://youtu.be/_VU9DjQpvMQ

    http://youtu.be/aWyeVfuolT4

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  3. natetinNovember 20, 2011 at 10:18 AM

    And then there's the poor man's Leonard Cohen:

    http://youtu.be/AjTY8ildtFU

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  4. natetinNovember 20, 2011 at 10:54 AM

    That's my Aussie music knowledge used up:

    http://youtu.be/9mcDkmxA548

    http://youtu.be/ejorQVy3m8E

    http://youtu.be/J9gKyRmic20

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  5. e.f. bartlamNovember 20, 2011 at 5:20 PM

    Midnight Oil gets up my nose.

    No one will be happier that Men at Work have finally gotten even secondary reference than the sister...should she ever find her way back to the blog.

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  6. e.f. bartlamNovember 20, 2011 at 5:21 PM

    And who's the Pinko that doesn't love AC/DC?

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  7. GiaNovember 20, 2011 at 5:43 PM

    I don't trust robots. Austrian accent or not.

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  8. e.f. bartlamNovember 20, 2011 at 6:05 PM

    Wise...that's how you became an elected official.


    We should use this opportunity to ask The Sister about Australia. She worked at Outback...so, it's like she practically lived there.

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  9. Kolley KibberNovember 21, 2011 at 5:27 AM

    I don't trust Australians, robot or not.

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  10. e.f. bartlamNovember 21, 2011 at 6:34 AM

    I know a certain Canadian that, should she express her true feelings on the matter, could get us banned down there.

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  11. Dread Pirate JessicaNovember 22, 2011 at 3:55 PM

    Ahem?

    I remember the days when an Australian accent was a pleasant thing to hear. Those days, thank the Lord above, lasted long enough to get me into the pants of my wonderful sweetheart, whose magnificent qualities I've realized too late are absolute aberrations when it comes to Australians.

    But those days, and why Lord why, also lasted long enough to get me to move to Australia, where I'm subjected to a fucking nation infested with spoiled, whiny overpaid monumentally ignorant brats sneering their futiile lives away in mumbly, nasal voices I cannot fully understand without craning my neck and squinting.

    Something else I realized too late is that the ones who go abroad temper their accents so as to be understood by the wider world, but the ones who just stay here all their lives have as little interest in being understood by the wider world as to understand it.

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  12. e.f. bartlamNovember 22, 2011 at 4:05 PM

    I really appreciate you holdin' back Jess.

    :)

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