Crappenings
By Primal Sneeze ~ January 19th, 2008. Filed under: Blogs, Crappenings.
- Incredulous Internments
- Banking Buddies
- Small humans and their keepers
- A Blue Moon
- The day the Wall came down
- Meeting Mary Mac
- Constantin Opel
- I’m a bit sheepish
- Movie making magic #1
- Movie making magic #2
- Making Movie Magic Suspended
- Making Movie Magic #3
- Making Movie Magic #4
- Making Movie Magic #5
- Making Movie Magic #6
- Spare ribs anyone?
- Two big size nines
- Baby bomb
- That was it then
- The absolutely brilliant employee – part 1
- The absolutely brilliant employee – part 2
- The absolutely brilliant employee – part 3
- The good old days
- The Grandmother of all Weekends
- Strange days and holidays
- An accidental Irish picnic
- This is cat altogether!
- Colouring in – an epic tale in 3½ parts
- Voting on Lisbon wasn’t easy
- The Leaving Cert – A Crash Course
- The pre-party
- The pre-party – part 2
- The pre-party – part 3
- Crappenings
- A bottle jack, a hammer, a stepladder and a sweeping brush
- The Surprise Party
The Eolaí fella made a request a while back: tell me, why aren’t your stories in a nice category all by themselves, indexed and linked for our handy benefit? Well, okay, it might have been phrased as a question, but it was a request.
I don’t have the time right now to do anything special, so for now, what you’re getting new Category (Sneeze Type, in the centre column) called Crappenings. And a new tab on the top of the same name.
Clicking on either will open the Archive for the Crappenings category. The sweet part is that each post ends with a Table of Contents with links to all other Crappenings in the Series. See – there it is – right under this.
And WordPress 2.7 broke the fekin plugin. Or rather the plugin wasn’t reworked to fit with WordPress 2.7.
So I have another one now. It works okay.
The full list in the series, oldest first, is on the right.
Enjoy reading them as much as I didn’t enjoy experiencing them.
Good man Eolaí now I know where to go when I’m feeling low and need a lift!
Oh! I forgot to say thanks to Sneezy for doing the hard bit.
Dig the name
Do like the ‘Crappenings’ list Primal as Grannymar says, it’ll be good to know where to find the best reads when you’re in need of a ‘Cheer me up’. Thing is though, it really does show that you have too much time on your hands now that you’ve finally released those 20,000 words of yours.
Perhaps you should apply for a job as a milkman – you’re up early anyway and I hear they can get quite lucky on their rounds with ladies answering the door in their latest negligee – or has that been phased out with the EU as well?
Grannymar – Yeah, good man Eolaí (and me). “Need a lift”? These are all about misfortunes.
Annie – Almost as good as “blonk”?
White girl – Cheer up? What did I say to Grannymar? These are stories about my miseries! Oh, and worked for a dairy once – selling fresh-mix ice cream – hated it.
This new Crappenings category is crandy.
Sorry Primal,really didn’t mean to offend but you know how it is, someone else’s misfortunes somehow always drown out mine and cheer me up immensely- He He! By the way, what on earth is ‘fresh-mix ice cream’? – I don’t suppose it came in a bottle that you could drop at scantily clad ladies doors if you hated it so much – but hey perhaps there’s gap in the market!
Sam – I’m glad you’re crappy.
White girl – You didn’t offend me in the slightest. Fresh-mix is concentrated cream with added sugars and flavourings. It’s chilled and whipped in machines to make ice cream cones. Maybe all the talk of high-fat content and whipping is what turned the ladies off.
I am the John Craven of news. I bring news to the unwashed (kildare conts) and unedumacated (kildare conts)so they understand and believe my version of world events and I get called weird?
Ah well love the blog, I’ll be back.
Young Knudsen – I feel your pain. I drink one water bed – just one lousy water bed in forty plus years and I’m branded a pervert forever.
Sneezy that so called whipped ‘ice cream’ gives the Mr Softee van owners 300% profit or did way back in the 80’s. Yes, I did say 300%!
Sorry Primal but I just have to ask about the water bed thing. I mean what would possess you to consume a water bed, unless of course you have an awful water shortage like we do a lot of the time – then completely understandable. In fact might see if I can source one myself for such an occasion.
Brilliant title, Twenty will get very jealous, you could sell him the rights to it?
Grannymar – That sounds right for the artificial long-life mix (Angelita etc.). The fresh mix could easily double the output and push the margins to 600%. Some of the unscrupulous (i.e. all) could squeeze out more by adding milk and 7-up – possibly 1000%. Now if they bought the short-dates from us at £2 a pop instead of the usual £6.25 they … well, I could go on.
Bottom line: Even with the machines costing up to £14,000 it was a license to print money. A bit like taxi plates were in the same era.
White girl – The voices. It was the voices that told me to. They made me do I tell you. The voices.
Flirty – I’ll take an Amstel on that: “Eeeeeehhhhh … no!”