Stupidity

It was just pointed out to me that LilyG was changing her "tires." She wasn't, that was Mike. LilyG was changing her "trousers."

Acrowinners!

Well, I've sat around long enough trying to think of a blog. And guess what. I failed!

So let's get to the reason you're all here. The acrowinners.

The acrotopic was all about change. So, what are you all changing?

Personally, my answer was "towels." Yes, I'm changing my towels in honor of the new president.

Runners-Up go to two very smart people, DeepFatFriar with his "temperomendacity," and Mr Middlebrow with his "teleology." Never good to taunt the acromistress, Mr Middlebrow, by giving a link to the definition of the word. Had I actually known what the word meant, I'd have been very offended! But I didn't, so you're off the hook.

Honorable Mentions go to LilyG, who's changing her "tires," and Kellie (with an ie), who's changing her "tempo." I suggest you'll do well with both of those.

And this week's winner is Mike, who's celebrating the Era of Change by changing his "tires." I did that back right after President Obama was elected. It changed my life. Well, it made me poorer.

Thanks to all who played, you've all done very well!

Acrochallenge!

Hello, lovers of letters, and welcome to another round of acromania.

OK, let's get right to it. Last week was our farewell message to George Bush. Let's keep with the theme. Tonight's acro is going to be that rarest of sights, a one-letter acro. In honor of the President of Change, how about, "I'm Changing My...."

That's it. All the other rules are the same. Everyone gets three entries to come up with the best acronyms they can, that match not only the topic above but the letters (or letter) below. The letter will be randomly drawn from the acrobasket. The acrobasket is changing his position. On the desk. He's too far away. Then tomorrow night at 10:00 est I shall be reading the entries and naming the winners.

So, this week's topic, "I'm Changing My...." The letter:

T

There you go. Now, acro!

Betland's Olympic Update:
* I'm off to record the Hucklebug. I want to sleep, but I'm off to record the Hucklebug.

Picture Sunday

Well, hello, end of weekenders, and welcome to another round of Picture Sunday. Yes, it's back, at least for this week, and so let's get right to it.

I began the week with a head of steam. See, for the past two weeks, I've been keeping The List. The List is in The Notebook. In The Notebook, during the day I will write down all the tasks I set for myself for that day. It could be "go to the grocery," "clean the bathroom," "drink 64 oz of liquid," just anything I want to happen in that day. When I get home from work I put The Notebook on the kitchen counter, open to The List, and see how much I can get done. Having it there in front of me keeps it right in my head, and has so far helped me to get more done during a day's time.

Until Tuesday. Tuesday it snowed here, really hard, and I didn't make it to my pedicure. That was on The List for Tuesday, and somehow missing that just ruined Tuesday. Band was Wednesday, nothing there, and I haven't done shit since. So The Notebook comes back out tomorrow, along with a mental kick in the ass.

Was very sick Thursday night, didn't feel well Friday, then picked up and headed out for B'burg on Saturday. Hadn't been to Mr M's since New Year's, so we watched movies and played clarinets after going out to dinner with the DeepFatFriar.

Then back home today.

You know, I'd been seeing pictures of people on Facebook that were in the style of the Obama "Hope" poster. I thought they were kind of cute, so I decided to check out the website, Obamicon.Me. And I played around a little.


Well, you start at the beginning, right?

























Who knows? President in 2040? It could happen!

For the next three, well, sometimes you just have to call them like you see them.

























Pretty straightforward.

























That's Mr M, apparently photographs of Mr M don't take well to the whole Obamafication process. And before you go giving me shit, Mr M himself gave him the title Captain Asshole.

Then there's me.

























Yeah, that about sums it up.

Now, how about a recipe?

Tonight's recipe, sadly, well, sadly it's ugly, but sadly also I don't have the card with me here at home to tell you the ingredients or serving suggestions. But who cares, right? From the "Quick Dishes" file at Cardland, please wave a cheery hello to Ham Roll-Up.




















Oh, my old friend. My old friend snot. Remember in the early days of the recipe cards? Seems like every other week that snotlike sauce would appear on a dish, and here it is again. Other than that, not too bad. Got a little ham, a little asparagus (that doesn't even look canned), a little Swiss cheese, got some toast points. But 'tis the snot that makes this dish special. Well, and the tablecloth.

Happy week.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* When asked what superhero power I would like to possess, I always answer "invisibility." Well, let me tell you, driving home from B'burg today, I became convinced I'd gotten my wish. I had at least four cars pull out in front of me when I was about six inches away from them. I think I'm changing my superhero power to x-ray vision.

Watching TV All Day

Today was a special day. I don't think I need to tell you that.

I'd been looking around for a TV I could tote to work to watch the day's festivities while I toiled away at TheCompanyIWorkFor. I finally found one from Mr M, who had a small but not too small number.

I took it to work last week to test it out, and got pretty much what I was expecting. Nothing. No swipe on the TV, but the concrete bunker in which I work prevents us from even picking up a radio station. I wasn't surprised when I couldn't even get our local station.

But I kept it there, because I'm a die-hard, and I knew that I'd be playing with that set all day today, just trying to get the slightest outline of Barack Obama, the Capitol, a car, the sky - anything.

I picked it up from an adjacent office around 11 am and started toting it towards my office. I dropped it. One ear of the rabbit ear antennae broke off. I forged ahead, shoving it up on my desk and plugging it in. I turned it on, hit channel 6, and - well, actually kind of got something.

It was fuzzy, but I could make out the scene. There was static, but I could hear. It was all I needed, really, enough to catch the action, and so I was a happy girl.

The office was blissfully slow today, a shock because we were closed yesterday, and the three of us gathered around the TV to watch. And right before Joe Biden became Vice President, I noticed something. The remaining rabbit ear could still be pulled out quite a bit. I did so, and when I did, I got a great picture!

And so we watched Joe take his oath, and then all hell broke loose in the office. Four people all came in at the same time and we were scurrying around, trying to get them taken care of as soon as was humanly possible. I don't know how we did it, but we got the office cleared in time to see Barack take his oath. We watched his speech. A local shop owner came over and watched with us.

From then on, the day was back to slow and we watched the rest of the day. Then I got home just in time to see the parade.

Some thoughts:

* The Obama girls are about the cutest things walking. I loved the coats, especially the pink one with the orange scarf.

* The Elder Bush couple were both limping like nobody's business.

* "Stars and Stripes Forever" got a workout today.

* The Clintons' music for entering the ceremony was "Seventeen Come Sunday," from Ralph Vaughn Williams' "Folk Song Suite." Love it, played it many times.

* Everytime they showed a trumpeter, I said, "Damn, his lips have to be cold."

* I was quite excited to see a clarinet player in the group playing "Simple Gifts."

* That last preacher was a hoot.

* When they were showing the folks entering the Inaugural Ceremonies, they all looked so happy. Then they showed Dick Cheney, in his wheelchair, holding a cane. I swear I heard the Mrs Gulch music from "The Wizard of Oz" in the background.

* I wonder how they got Dick down the stairs? I was hoping to see four military men hoist him up and carry him. And possibly drop him. No, I guess that would have detracted, wouldn't it?

* Barack yelled, "It's warm!" to Al Roker, the first time in five presidents he hasn't been ignored on the parade route. I felt very happy for him.

* Aretha Franklin was wearing one go-to-hell hat. I can't even fathom picking that hat out of an array of hats.

* There were parts of Barack's speech where I was expecting George Bush to just raise his hand. "Yep, that's me."

* I liked the poem, but its reader - the lady who wrote it - was absolutely mind-numbingly rotten.

* I was so happy I got to see the one band I was hoping to see in the parade. "The Get a Life Marching Band." They're all band geek adults who formed a marching band. I was even happier to see the Obamas grooving out and enjoying them.

* I wish Barack had worn a black bow-tie to the balls.

* Three balls down as I write, and the Obamas have had to dance to "At Last" at all three. If this continues, they're going to be very sick of that song come 2:30am.

Finally, right after work while it was still fairly light out, I had one more very special task to perform. It was only fitting to capture it on film. Try not to get too emotional.




Boy, that felt good.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Acrowinners, we have acrowinners! So, what was your final message to George Bush?
- Honorable Mentions go to Kellie (with an ie), with her "Be on new way. I'm lighter," and Buck Nekid, with his "Beat out nationally. Without interns, leave."
- Runners-Up go to Mr Middlebrow, with his "Bugger off, Nudnick, while I'm laughing," and DeepFatFriar, with his "Bush, our nation was ill lead."
- And this week's winner goes to Marla, with her "Bush - only Nixon was idolized less." And it's a close race, too.
- Thanks to all who played, you've all done very, very well!

Acrochallenge!

Hello, lovers of letters, lovers of life. And welcome to another round of acromania.

And here it is, folks. It's epic. This week's acrotopic, 8 years in the making, "Your Farewell Message to George Bush." Now's the time to let it all out. Make it worth it.

All the other rules are the same. Everyone gets three entries to come up with the best acronym they can, one that matches not only the topic above, but also the letters below. The letters are randomly drawn from the acrobasket. The acrobasket is planning a little "Free At Last, Free At Last" party tomorrow night for the other baskets around the house. Then tomorrow night at 10:00 est, when we're all in the New Age, I'll be reading the entries and naming the winners.

So the topic? "Your Farewell Message to George Bush." The letters:

B O N W I L

So, think about the last 8 years, then acro.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* There will be a Picture Sunday one day, I promise.

The Amazing Surfdog

I have a really good memory from about 18 years ago.

My sister, brother-in-law, and Dear Nephew had decided to get away for a weekend, and headed off to the beach one Friday. I generally loathe the beach, I don't even know why I was on the trip. Doesn't matter.

Anyway, on Saturday morning the four of us were walking along the beach, well, three were walking, one was toddling, Taytie was about two years old, and we heard someone yelling at my brother-in-law. We turned around and there was Stevie.

Stevie was one of the B-in-L's old running buddies. A joker if there ever was, my favorite story involving Stevie was when they were all kids and he was imitating James Brown and fell about six feet off one of the gang's porch and broke his arm. Anyway, Stevie had long since moved away, and here he was chasing us down the beach.

We all marveled at the sight of each other, then spent the day together. Stevie was there with a buddy of his, and they followed us back to our hotel, where we lazed by the pool the rest of the afternoon.

We were in lounge chairs, and we strapped Taytie into his water wings and put him in the baby pool. He was jumping around, the kid loved water even as an infant, and there were two other kids in the pool, obviously a brother and sister. The boy was about three, the girl was maybe five. And boy, was she a big sister. She was bossy. She was bossing her little brother all over that baby pool.

Trouble was, in short order she started bossing Taytie around the baby pool, splashing at him and telling him to go this edge or that. And we got just a little bit pissed.

So Stevie and his buddy went and sat on the edge of the baby pool, feet planted in the water. And there they were, Stevie, a tall, thin, scary-looking white guy, and his buddy, a short, beefy, scary-looking black guy, sitting at the edge of the pool, feet in the water, drinking beers from the can and smoking cigarettes. And that girl went back to bossing her brother, and Taytie splashed around in that pool like he was having the time of his life.

And my sister and I got a case of the helpless giggles till it hurt.

If you read my blog of Tuesday, you know that I'd had one of my favorite little movies, "Wind-Ups on Parade," yanked from You Tube because I'd used a piece of music they didn't like. It was Brian Setzer's version of "Sabre Dance."

Yesterday when I got home from work I noticed I had a comment on that blog, went to read it, and got quite a shock. You can read it too, if you like, but it was from a guy named Neil who was inquiring about my loss of video. He said he worked for Brian Setzer's record label and could help me get it reinstated if I wanted.

I had to rush off to band practice last night, but drove the entire way with my jaw still dropping, and when I got back I sent him an email saying basically, "Boy, would I," and he told me what he needed.

We swapped a few emails last night, then a few more today, and guess what? Yes, voila, bang-zoom, Mr Neil got my video reinstated and on You Tube once again. When he emailed me it was all done I replied, telling him he was like Superman swooping in to help the downtrodden.

Soon after that email from Neil, I got one from You Tube. They said simply, "The claim on your video "Wind-Ups on Parade" has been removed. Your video has been restored to its original state."

And now I know exactly how little Taytie felt, with the big guys behind him while he played.

That someone from a record company would take the time to work at helping Little Miss Nobody from Podunkville not only amazes me, it restores my faith in humankind. There are nice people out there.

So may I publicly thank Neil, and urge everyone to head over to Surfdog Records. Check out their stable of artists, then go buy one of their albums. They deserve the business.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Why is it no surprise to me that while Barack Obama is doing all these classy things the week before his inauguration, the entire Bush administration is acting like rats deserting a sinking ship? (Oh, that's interesting. When I originally typed that, I actually typed "a sinking shit!" My fingers knew what my mind was thinking!)

Wrist-Slapped by the Hand of Fate

Thursday I was getting ready to go to bed. Those of us still up late enough to chat in poundsqueeze were saying goodbye as a message popped up from hotmail. I had mail from You Tube.

I read it. "Oh, shit," I said. Again.

I'd said, "Oh, shit" some months earlier for the same reason.

When I made my little movie "The Great Houndini," I wanted to use "That Old Black Magic" for the background music. I headed to iTunes and found a copy by someone named Errol Garner. It was the cheesiest version I'd ever heard, the length was perfect, and so I scooped it up for 99 cents and let the good times roll. And they did, for a while, till I got the "Oh Shit" email. I'd been hand slapped for using the song.

That email was snippy, but benevolent. You Tube told me they knew I was using someone else's music, but they were so nice and appreciated the creativity I was using that they'd let me continue to keep my little video up there, provided they could put Google ads on the video's page. I was a little pissed off about the whole thing, but hey, what's an ad or two between friends.

After 2 months, the video mysteriously disappeared without so much as a by your leave.

The "Oh Shit" email of Thursday was a little different. It was in regards to one of my two personal favorites, "Wind-Ups on Parade." They didn't give a shit about my creativity, they didn't like that I was using Brian Setzer's "Sabre Dance," and my video had been yanked.

Now, don't give me that look. I know you are, but I don't need it. I'm no rube, I know that someone owns every piece of music out there, even "Happy Birthday," and that using someone else's music isn't exactly legal, even if I was nice enough to credit the piece of music and can't help but feel even a tiny bit like Brian Setzer might have gotten a little giggle out of seeing the flipping tomato trying to flip to his song.

When I use music in a video, if it's not from my personal LP or CD collection, I rerecord it with another program. Thing is, with "Wind-Ups" I was still very new in the moviemaking business and it never occurred to me to do that. With "That Old Black Magic," I was probably so happy finding that cheesy version I just forgot.

In either case the mistake was mine, and so shed no tears for me, after cussing a blue streak I was OK. That's not really what all this is about. Much.

What it's about is that in this last "Oh Shit" email, there was a small addition to the oh shit part. Those You Tubers were telling me that I could actually use a little program of theirs called Audio Swap and put new music over my flipping tomato. Audio Swap contains music from You Tube's "growing library of fully licensed songs."

Well, this I had to see.

And so I went to Audio Swap. It's pretty much what you might imagine. I went through about 16 genres of music and saw two artists I'd heard of.

Let's see, how about watching the flipping tomoato flip to "A Touch Too Much (Short Edit)" by Phonjaxx? Well, you can't, because that track is zero minutes and zero seconds long, which is one hell of a short edit. So how about watching Mr Burns and Smithers in a swan boat putting along to "Fixing My Brain" by mattfatt73? Well, that song weighs in (no pun intended, well maybe a little) at 6 minutes. That's a lot more putting than the swan boat putts.

As for artists I knew, I guess Huckleberry Hound could perform feats of magic to Andy Williams' "The Look of Love," if I played it twice, the song being under 3 minutes.

If I want to use folk or country, I mean, Huckie's a country dog, I could always go with "Sonny Sunny" by Liam Neeson. Oh, wait. That's Liam Nelson. When I first saw that I was amazed - Liam Neeson sings? Well, apparently he doesn't.

Anyway, you get the idea. I'm really tempted to take one of my videos and find one of their "growing library of fully licensed songs" just to see what it would look like. Probably not tempted enough to do it, but I might have a slow weekend sometime.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Acrowinners, we have acrowinners. So, what did you all have to say about the scary seafood mousse in the picture below?
- Runner-Up was LilyG, with her "Happy and dead. Behold the terrine!" Tureen? Terrine? I don't know, the "happy and dead" was what won me over.
- And this week's winner is the DeepFatFriar, with his "Have a dab. Beats tater tots." Which is hilarious, but I'll take the tater tots, please.
- Thanks to all who played - you've all done very well!

Acrochallenge!

Hello, lovers of letters, and welcome to a special round of acromania.

I know you've been thinking, "Bet, you bragged about those recipe cards you bought and we haven't seen the first one, have we?"

Well, I can't argue with you there.

Turns out the one piece of equipment I hadn't thought much about, my scanner, did not make the Windows Vista changeover. So I was left with cards I couldn't scan.

Unless!

Unless I was work. So I took a handfull with me today and got a few weeks' worth scanned. And since I've made you wait so long, let's turn acro into a "caption the picture" week.

And for your wait, my blogees, you shall not be disappointed. Because the first recipe card is a doozy. Take a look at it, it's Seafood Mousse!




















Well, after you readjust your jaws, let's see what we have here. Besides seafood mousse, which in and of itself is a nasty propostion, it's a fish! With stuff on it! and it's smiling! Oh, recipe cards, how I've missed you.

As far as acro, the rules are the same. Everyone gets three entries to come up with the best acronym they can, that matches not only the topic above (captioning the picture), but the letters below. The letters are randomly drawn from the acrobasket. The acrobasket said not to be surprised if the letters he gave me were Y-U-C-K. Then tomorrow night at 10:00 est I shall be reading the entries and naming the winners.

So this week's acro is captioning the picture. The letters:

H A D B T T

So there you go. Try to steady your nerves and acro.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Announcing a brand new movie up at the Comfy Chair Cinema. It's called "Girl," and you won't want to miss it. You'll be sorry if you do!

Fun With The Biggies

I headed out to band tonight. First practice of the year, but I didn't make it. It was snowing here in B'field, and the farther along I went, the worse things got. I'm sure it wasn't bad in B'burg, but I had to consider a) getting out of B'field, and b) coming back home around midnight. I made it to the next town over, realized I was no fool, or maybe I am, and decided to turn tail and head for home. The wind was blowing so hard at that point that I didn't have to use my steering wheel. The wind just blew me backwards towards home.

Anyway, that's really neither here nor there. In the few free minutes I had at work there at TheCompanyIWorkFor today, I looked around at the news sites on the web. And I saw pictures of a big fat historic meeting between all the living presidents.

And I guess that is big, fat, and historic. I guess you don't often get all the Leaders of the Free Fucking World for the past 30 years all together in one place. So of course a picture had to be made of the big moment.


















It's an odd picture. Look at Jimmy Carter out there, standing all by himself. It's like no one likes him, and I'd be willing to believe that's true. No one liked him when he was president, and though he's been a stellar citizen in the private sector he always seems to be putting his foot in his mouth, generally on the Larry King show. I like you, Mr C, but you really should stay off the Larry King show.

Jimmy's also our shortest president. I always thought of him as kind of tall and lanky, so I'm chalking that up to the fact that people shrink as they get older.

However, that theory just blows itself out of the water when I look at GHW Bush over there, our oldest and tallest president. His bones sure didn't crimp and leave him all withered and hunched, did they? No, those fine silver-spoon-in-the-mouth bones are serving him well, and he surprised me by not having Barack standing at least a head over him.

Barack, as always, looks fine and dishy, but the expression on his face says, "God help me, I'm standing right smack-dab between two Bushes. If they bring in Jeb, I'm outta here." You can even see his top teeth on his bottom lip, as if he's starting to utter, "Fuuuuuck."

Also, three presidents down the line they seem to have run out of blue ties. I'm sure Bill Clinton wanted a blue one, it would take away from the fact that his nose always seems to be a hue between crimson and magenta, but no, the Picture People had to tell him, "Bill, it's red or nothing. Sorry." And Bill, who's dropped many points on the power scale since the 21st century began, had to take it and like it.

And there in the middle is ol' W. W Bush, Drinky McDumbass, the poorest excuse for a president any country has had, anywhere, anytime. All those other guys, they've got impromptu expressions. HW Bush is "Hey!" Obama is "Fuuuuck, yeah." Bill is his normal "Hyuck, hyuck, hyuck." And Jimmy is "Lawks a mercy, I'm in the picture. Hello!"

W Bush is posing like it's a school picture. "Pitchers! They're makin' pitchers! Look presidential!"

He's almost gone, folks. He'll be glad. We'll be gladder.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* It's still snowing. Oh, boy, I get to scrape the windshield tomorrow morning!

Legs and Mr Feathers

Well, it's a new year, isn't it?

Over the weekend I got all the final remnants of Christmas cleared from my house. The tree had come down on Dec 27th, but I still had boxes and presents strewn all over the house. Saturday night I got all those put away, and even spent a couple of hours working on the back bedroom, aka The Beast, which had again become very beastly.

I was ready to get the regular schedule of life back, but I wasn't quite prepared for how bad it was yesterday at work. Nor how much more was left to do in general housecleaning once work was over. Therefore, acroers, you suffered. Acrochallenge will return.

Speaking of Christmas, and I'm glad it's over, but I did get some really nice things. I got one of those hair dryers that makes your hair straight (and wonder of wonders, it actually works), a new mixer which zoomed right through a cake with the thickest batter ever, and a new pair of silver earrings, since I lost one of the pair I normally wore every day of my life.

I hate to play favorites, but if I had to pick the best gifts I got it would be the new videocam from Mr M and the new computer chair from the folks. This computer chair is wonderful. It's a Sealy Posturpedic, which still makes me giggle a little because I thought Sealy only made mattresses, but this chair's about as comfortable as a good mattress. And it's come in very handy for the long hours I'm sitting at the computer trying to learn to use the videocam and software.

My first effort with the camera is up at the Comfy Chair Cinema. I hope you'll go check it out, it's a little number called "The Barnyard Boys."

Anyway, enough of me, I hear you say, what about Sherman? What did he get for Christmas?

Well, Mr M went hog wild, well, not hog wild, but he did go animal-species wild. Courtesy of him, Sherman has two new pets and the Poderosa is a little livelier. Whether I was ready for it or not.

His first gift was Legs. Legs is a giant tarantula. He's a nice spider, and even Baby Lily likes him and isn't afraid of him. He walks and turns, and as you can see below, he likes Sherman very much.




Now, Mr Feathers. I had a problem with Mr Feathers right upon the unwrapping. Two, actually.

The first problem is that Mr Feathers is a big, bright, loud, squawking maccaw. The second is that the "loud, squawking" was an assumption, because he would not work in the box. The "try me!" feature was distinctly devoid of loud squawking.

Mr Feathers sat in his box in my living room until Sunday, until Mr M finally shamed me into opening that box and making sure he wasn't broken. So Sunday night I picked up the box and started opening.

Remember last year? Remember Sherman's sports car, that was packed into its box so tightly it took me an hour to open it? Well, Mr Feathers' box was shaping up to be the same way, and, well, I wasn't overly keen on Mr Feathers anyway and wasn't about to spend an hour on him, and so I started ripping, cutting, cussing, tearing, cussing, yanking, and cussing. I got him open in record time, and he still didn't work.

I decided to check his batteries, which of course required a screwdriver to get at, and I opened the big bird up and found he required not two, but four batteries. Four of my new batteries and more screwdriving later, and I turned him back on, and I really need to state at this point that I would have loved to drop-kick Mr Feathers across the kitchen floor.

But in turning him back on, I realized Mr M had not bought a broken bird, he'd bought a bird with bad batteries. Because right to life came Mr Feathers, and it was all I could do to keep from screaming when Mr F started swaying back and forth and singing to calypso music.

I hate toys that sing and dance. They all remind me of that singing bass you used to see commercials for. I was already mentally finding spots in closets where Mr Feathers could fit.

Then I looked at the buttons on the back of Mr Feathers, and saw he had different switches, and so I started playing. And lo and behold, I found a switch where Mr Feathers had forgotten how to sing and dance. So I didn't really feel the need to drop-kick him across the kitchen floor anymore, but I was still a little dubious.




OK, "Peekaboo" is cute, and the fact that when I'd walk away from Mr Feathers he'd say, "Where'd you go?" didn't hurt, either.

But just as I was standing there in the kitchen looking at this great bird and saying aloud, "What am I going to do with you?" he came out with this.




Well, I mean, after that, what can you do? Mr Feathers and I are now friends. He's currently enjoying a cracker on the kitchen table and I've been reading his directions. Apparently he has a feature where I can record myself saying various phrases and Mr Feathers will repeat them for me. I'm currently mulling over "Listen to this week's Hucklebug Podcast" and possibly "Please give Bet five dollars."

I don't know how many more creatures can live in this space I call the Poderosa. I have a feeling I'll be finding out in the future.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Don't forget to stop by the Comfy Chair Cinema!