Picture Sunday

Welcome to the mind-numbing boredom that has become Picture Sunday. Then again, welcome to the mind-numbing boredom that has become my life of late. Well, mostly, anyway.

This week's PS can be parenthetically titled "The Picture Sunday That Never Was." I went to Mr M's this weekend for an event that, well, sadly, never really came off.

This was to be the Bigass Clarinet Open House Weekend.

See, Mr M, in a continuing effort to spread the clarinet love, as it were, wanted to get as many people together as he could to just hang around and play. Solos, duets, trios, quartets, whoever showed up. He set it for two days, Friday and Sunday. Friday was quite successful, with many of his students showing up. Sunday, however. Yeah. Sunday.

The day I was there everyone else had scattered to the four winds, and it was left being only Mr M and lil' ol' me. So we duetted a while, I tried out a couple of new reeds, realized this wasn't really one of my "good playing" days (do I ever have those anymore?), and not long after that I hit the road back home. Oh, but not before watching "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" for the eleventy-twelfth time.

But, oh, the music we could have played....



No, you don't understand. Really. The music we could have played....

I told you once, we have a lot of music.

OK, now a picture from a few weeks ago.

Remember when I told you about going to the big yard sale the High School Band has every Memorial Day weekend? Well, I think I only mentioned it in the smallest of ways, that I'd bought a really cool bag there for a quarter. Anyway, I bought something else there, too. A book.

The reason I bought this book is because, well, I'm not really sure why I bought it. Yeah, really I am sure. Because it was just a weirdass looking book. It's actually a book written for probably about the junior-high set, but it looks like - well, I knew someone once who had these little slim books that also told stories, but they were porn stories, with accompanying pictures. They were quite creepy and also quite endearing at the same time. And this book reminds me exactly of one of those little books. And so I bought it.

"Ralph tried to laugh about it, but he knew he was in trouble. What he didn't know was how much trouble."

Needless to say, there's no porn in this book, but the pictures made me laugh, and so I thought I'd print you the cover, and if times get tough, as we know they can, I'll print you some inside pictures as well. And maybe even a little rundown of Ralph and whatever the hell kind of trouble he's in.

Is that Ralph on the cover? And what exactly is his Federal Case? I've no idea. Do I care? Not really, but we'll find out one day. You know, dealing in those little porn books could be a Federal Case....

And now onwards to this week's recipe du jour. It's boring, folks, unless you really dig English Muffins. For it is the not-at-all tantalizing English Muffin Pizzas!

This one must be just a freewheelin' free-for-all, because there are no serving suggestions at all on the card. It's pizza any way you like it (as long as it's on an English Muffin), and that's it. Not even a glass of milk. We are told, however, that pizzas can be made up in advance and frozen. Wow, thanks! I'd have never guessed that on my own.

Happy week.

Betland's Olympic Update:

* Congrats to Stennie, who's now the proud owner of one of these.