Thursday, December 14, 2006


HOME, n. The place of last resort--open all night.

2006 Update: A half-acre elysium where our failures never age, old follies never die, no lie is ever forgotten and every pet's a king. The smaller the home, the more inhabited.

Here is Walela's announcement: wolf_silhouette_md_wht


Minka said...

That´s right...where I belong!

Minka said...

Uh...Walela...sorry he is bothering you this much. Sometimes I forget that you have to live with him. I love the new plan, I am pretty sure I got all the details.
one question though: assuming a Penguin would want to participate in this,(My CD box still has a few empty slots;)would it matter if the voice recording was accented, barely understandable and had bird noises in the background? Penguins everywhere need to know!

Anonymous said...

Home: The place where the heart aims for the bull's eye.

The new format sounds interesting.

Anonymous said...

I see my name on the side there. I'm doing the happy dance.

Anonymous said...

Home: Off all the bases, Minka most favors this one for stealing.

Tomorrow: Deja Vu, huh, Doug?

Minka said...

Al...don´t start, he just got back!

home: ´the place where everybody knows your name and they´re always glad you came´? That would be American Style in Kopavogur, my bookstore downtown and my bank (I go there once a month to get a new card, ´cause I misplaced the old one! ... I bet they have a stack of cards for me by now, ready for pick up!)

FelineFrisky said...

Once there was a way to get back homeward, Once there was a way to get back home, sleep pretty darling, do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.

Glad your back where we need you! Glad you enjoyed your trip. OC was good, but still in training. Missed you. D :)

Miz BoheMia said...

Home... you seriously want me to define that? Do you not know already? *sigh*

And yeah, I second Minka... what about us accented penguins and bohemians? Problem with me is there is no guessing thanks to the youtubes... dammit! Unless I put on another accent! Oooooh!

In that case, I'm in! FO SHO!

But only if Minka is allowed to play too!!!!

Anonymous said...

Okay, Minka, Okay...

Home: Those who claim there's no place like it have obviously never eaten at a Cracker Barrel.

The amoeba said...

HOME, n. The palace where the body resides. The cardboard box where the soul resides. Or vice versa.

Walela! You're going to make me buy a microphone and learn how to do a sound file?? I don't know if I can hack this ...


Lila said...

I got the announcement to open... sounds like a good plan!

Glad you're back home. It always feels good to come home, doesn't it?

Anonymous said...

Home: Anyplace that is not where you wish to be.

Welcome back home Doug.

Minka: We saw "Happy Feet" last weekend, very funny and we saw your cameo appearance.

Anonymous said...

Home: 1.never more dull than when you can't get away, never more beautiful than when you do. 2. starting point 3. finish line 4. place to store one's ruby slippers

so glad your wanderlust is behind you (for now) -- and i can't wait to see where this new bloggy adventure of yours takes us.

Anonymous said...

Home: The best place in the entire universe! Can you tell I'm a homebody at heart?

Welcome home.

Anonymous said...

Home sometimes I think that my blog is my home but it needs company

Anonymous said...

Doug is home and now I can stop pouting. Not that I did a very good job of it but the intentions were there.

Doug The Una said...

Minka, welcome home to first place. Of course, accented English with bird background is just the sort of thing I was hoping for.

Goldennib, I thought that was a bar. Yes'm, welcome to the blogroll.

Al, I don't remember.

Hahaha, Minka. That's why Icelandic banks shouldn't print white ATM cards. It's their own fault.

Thank you, Diane. Very nice song and a nicer comment. It's good to be back.

Yes, Miz B. You can take this one off. I added you to the list. If southerners and midwesterners can do it then, by golly, Bohemian Californian Persian Spanish Danes sure enough can too.

Al, your wife a redneck?

OC, maybe your friends at Maine public radio can help you.

You in, Sis? And thanks.

Brian, that was a very well done and nicely cynical definition. Come over to the dark side. The food's better.

Thanks, Puppybrose. Definition #1 gets a jaded clap.

G, let's revisit this one when Tali's, say, 16.

Pia, put in a couch.

Jenna stop pouting and keep sparkling.

Kyahgirl said...

Thank goodness you came home. I was particularly worried about your fate if puppybrose got a hold of you again in that story line.

Walela's announcement was interesting and the concept sounds like a lot of fun Doug. I will happily read for you and the dogs anytime.

Walela's got a bit of a snippy attitude but its kinda cute and I can see how that would happen, living with a curmdgeon and all.

Welcome home my friend. In this case home, aka Waking Ambrose, is bits and bytes in cyberspace, but its an amazingly warm and inviting space, especially when you're in residence.

Anonymous said...

I think I may have been giddy from a caffeine high when I typed that.

TLP said...

Home. I love it. It even sounds sweet, just to say it.

Alana said...

Home: There's no place like it.

Anonymous said...

or... "not to mention i did it one time with lunchmeat, i.e. crappy pimento loaf."

(man, i hate typos. i suppose this might be a good time to cut back on the coffee, eh?)

Doug The Una said...

Thanks, Kyah. I was thinking of putting in a BBQ pit. What do you think?

G, it sure wasn't reality you were high on. I'm sure of that.

Well, hot damn, Big Al.

a4g, for no reason that can be explained without a diagnosis, your definition reminds me of Diane Keaton in an old Woody Allen movie saying "I'm from Philadelphia. We believe in God."

TLP, home is anywhere there's mama.

Puppybrose, you really want to have this conversation?

Squaregirl, about half a mile from Huntington Memorial hospital, ain't it?

Puppybrose, or consult your attorney.

Logophile said...

Home is where the lawn and the house and the driveway all need attention.
Let's go out, shall we?

Doug, I realize I forgot to mention that you would probably have to pay me to disuade me from participating in your new story plan. We owners of snarky bitches have to stick together.

What?? That was the PG use of that word!!

Anonymous said...

Home (v) To focus in on a relatively small item, generally in order to attack it.

Kyahgirl said...

a BBQ pit here? great idea. I'll bring the wild meat.

Anonymous said...

And, Kyah, I'll bring the Wild Turkey.

tsduff said...

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
~John Ed Pearce

There is no place like home.

Anonymous said...

My own personal hell, wherever I may be.
Or maybe that's homelessness, even if living in a lavish mansion.

Anonymous said...

The simple goal and purpose of America's favorite get home.

Welcome back Doug!

Anonymous said...

DOUG!!!! I am your inner voice in the closet... *coughs*

Sorry, practicing my dark side voice.

Would love to record, but I would have to get all techno savvy first, and I don't see that happening in the foreseeable future.

My, it's awful dark in this dank cave you call home... *crash*

Oops! Was that the curmudgeon of the year award?? Nope, just the inner cynic tripping over best intentions. :)

Welcome back my friend.

Mistress Anna said...

Home is a place where everyones neuroses are entertained by either spouse, cat, dog etc.

Doug The Una said...

Logo "bitch" isn't a problem but if you think I own Walela you should have been at my house yesterday when I was sitting on the rug because she had the big chair.

Sure, Diesel, or to reload it. I like the new avatar.

Perfect, Kyah but remember, if the Pezes are around that's not rabbit it's...Jackalope!

Al, you're a thoughtful guy.

Nice quote, Terry. Those who grew up in the Valle Conejo really can't go home.

Cheesemeister, it sounds like home to me...Satan!

Amen, Joel and thanks.

Brian, let me know when you work it out and I'll be glad to put you on the list. I'll probably be coughing on this Saturday's story myself.

Entertained or inspired, Mistress.

Anonymous said...

"Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it went right to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home"
~Irving King

(song featured in my favorite scene from one of my *favorite* films, "Jaws")

Anonymous said...

Neva: Apparently I did or didn't because I totally was going to type that exact comment "Home is where the fart is" - such inspiration.

Doug, were you threatening lawsuit to Snuppy in your last comment? If so I hope not over the fart comment which is albeit immature, but not slanderous or anything.

Anonymous said...

g: i'm thinkin' Doug objects to "pimento loaf". i know i would if i weren't a vegetarian.

as for the home/fart thing? know what they say about "like minded people" don't ya, NBFF? me neither. but i'm sure it's good.

Anonymous said...

Wait a minute - I cannot be everywhere

Kyahgirl said...

Al, Wild Turkey? what a guy. Hey, I've never actually tried bourbon but I'm game. I'll bring a bottle of good Canadian Rye whiskey just in case though.

Doug The Una said...

Puppybrose, that was a great drunk scene.

G, let's leave it between the lawyers for now, can we?

Puppybrose, see above.

Pops, you stay out of this and outdoors, if its all the same.

Kyah, I've learned never to say "I'm game" before hunting.

Anonymous said...

Night Doug.

I am going home now to the Feline.

Anonymous said...

Anna, if you move back home those neuroses will disappear. I guarantee it!! Then we can deal with mine!!

Doug I sparkle just for you now that you're home. Oh

Charlene Amsden said...

home that place where one is loved despite -- and sometimes because of -- their faults

Anonymous said...

Puppy - lay low the next couple of days, I feel a subpeona coming.

Unknown said...

where the heart is.

welcome back

Mutha said...

Doug, you figured out where "back" was! Missed you.

Home: A glimpse of the familiar that inspires warmth in the heart of dread in abdomen...depending what Afterschool Special you identified with.

Anonymous said...

Home: Final resting place.

Welcome back! Or, as my Italian friend always asks me upon my return from some trip or excursion..."so, did you comport yourself as a man of dignity?" (with accent).

And, as for me (who asked, right?), I am headed to Philadelphia. This is going to be a serious case of country come to town.

And the 2007 plan sounds great.

Anonymous said...

Home: Wherever my fam is.

Doug The Una said...

OK, Brian, I'll use the window.

Thanks, Jenna. I suspect you sparkle often.

Quill, opening cans of dogfood is no vice.

Anonymous, there is no privileged communication on blogs.

Thanks, Karma. It's nice to be back.

Haha, Mutha. Come on, "Ladies First" was my first exposure to the eating of humans by animals. Set the whole course for my life.

Great Mule. You in? And will you visit W.C. Field's Grave?

Cindra, that would be most of your family, I reckon.

Anonymous said...

"When you get what you want, you'll go home too."

Auda abu Tayi (Anthony Quinn) Lawrence Of Arabia

Doug The Una said...

Joe, that's a good line from a great movie. I guess home is where you go after getting what you want.

Sar said...

Oh man, you know you've fallen behind blogging when you're this many days behind welcoming home your favorite curmudgeon blog dog.

Good to have you back Doug, and Walela's announcement sounds like fun.

Anonymous said...

On a lighter note:
Home--where you can fart without becoming a complete social leper.