Saturday, June 17, 2006

blast off



Bright-n-early Sunday, lil' slothy will be setting the gyroscopes due north and lifting off for a brief Peace Corps stint at The Cod. The assignment this time around is to get running water, cooking and refrigeration hooked up for the natives, and to see to their general health and well-being. They only communicate through an arcane dialect that JD has dubbed "P.A." The language barrier can be frustrating, but copious lubrication helps to offset this issue.

Back Tuesday night; until anon, I'll be missin' all you spesh peeps!

xo, slothy

33 Comments:

At 12:31 AM, Blogger sloth said...

I'm working on a telepathic version of AirPort. It's still in the tinkering stage, but it shows promise. So far all I can do is bend spoons.

 
At 7:43 AM, Blogger deli-slicer said...

No way! Slothy whatever will we do?? Good luck out there. And don't go lightin' a match near the gas tank.

xx

 
At 9:36 AM, Anonymous dubz said...

you're not the woman we think you are at home, oh no no no.

 
At 1:21 PM, Blogger The Capt'n said...

Is this "up the Poconos?" Because if so, then yes, the language barrier can be quite hefty.

 
At 9:17 PM, Blogger JD said...

Hi Sloth, I'm glad you decided to make the journey! Enjoy the cool breezes; you missed a brutal NYC Sunday today. I hope your P.A. is up to par; if not, I'm sure the Natives will remind you of its tricky grammar in due time.

 
At 10:56 PM, Anonymous dubz said...

sloth, you're back! who'd you see, what'd you do?

 
At 10:59 PM, Anonymous pdid said...

Welcome back Slothy! Missed you.

 
At 1:00 AM, Blogger sloth said...

hi! yes I am here, happy to be back in the rotty ol' apple, LOVE.

What'd I do: I saw the 'rents, & set them all up in the rotting pile of driftwood a.k.a. the dune shack. Lots of work was necessary: shutter-opening, plumbing, roof-patch, other un-glamorous jobs. Creaky little old parents have become surrogate mini-sloths for sure. But I loves 'em & it must get done. It was hard & grimy work, but it is also really beautiful out there in a wild and remote kinda way.

Who'd I see: The beach is closed to other peeps due to endangered-species bird nesting, so we had the whole place to ourselves. Really, there wasn't a soul to be seen, except for one lone tranny hiker who came looking for water, & who I think I insulted (oops).

Also: lots o' wildlife... there was a big ol' seal swimming in circles in front of the house, looking for dinner, and we heard coyotes yipping at night. And there were baby toads, about ten million of them, and lots of mosquitos, although they weren't really biting. In the evening there was a river of seagulls streaming in from the ocean after fishing all day, kind of amazing, battalions of them. The swallow boxes were full of nesting barn swallows, which are iridescent & acrobatic & friendly.

So them's the deets my pals, and let me tell you I did miss you guys like crazy. The telepathic internet connection didn't work out to my horror, and i have channeled my frustration into this long & sharey post - just so you know: it's a symptom.

love, slothy.

p.s. P.A. stands for "passive aggressive," which mama sloth continues to speak fluently. It's become really almost quaint at this point.

 
At 8:38 AM, Anonymous pd said...

Slothy, aside from the hard work and PA dialect, it sounds beautiful. And you didn't insult me when I asked for water. I thought you had recognized me...but no.

 
At 8:46 AM, Blogger dubz said...

great stories, sloth! the 'rents sound awful cute.

 
At 9:19 AM, Blogger sloth said...

PD, I am so sorry, maybe you saw me roll my eyes at your half-assed "transformation?" You shouldn't wear those baggy clothes if you want us to marvel at your new parts, though, dear.

 
At 9:29 AM, Blogger sloth said...

the rents are very cute, ww, and getting littler by the minute. They're old but they stay active; for instance they recently joined a Kiss tribute band...

 
At 9:58 AM, Anonymous krixfort said...

Will they be playing the coffee house circuit, sloth?

I heart your story. It is the best.

 
At 10:05 AM, Anonymous dubz said...

my 'rents are also in a band... kind of a count basie thing with vocals. my dad plays the tambourine and my mom is a fledgling trombone player.

 
At 10:07 AM, Blogger JD said...

Sloth, you really have a way with the words! Your great description made me feel I was there. You should be a Naytchuh Writuh!!!

 
At 11:10 AM, Anonymous pd said...

Sloth, you think I should show off the goods? Careful what you wish for. My mom is in a Joan Jett and the Blackhearts tribute band, by the way.

 
At 11:46 AM, Blogger sloth said...

PD, maybe your mom and my mom & dad and dubz' parents could tour together... like a super group.

 
At 12:05 PM, Anonymous peeds said...

Yeah, I'll work on mom. She likes the spotlight though, you know? She goes wild with I Love Rock n Roll. Watch out!

 
At 12:17 PM, Blogger The Capt'n said...

Slothy, that all sounds so great. I love your descriptions, they remind me very clearly of things I see while sitting out there on the ocean.

 
At 12:33 PM, Blogger sloth said...

peeds, my folks are meek lil midwesterners... they aren't likely to try to steal your mom's Italian Thunder. Waitl'll you see my dad. He's a monster on the triangle.

 
At 12:38 PM, Blogger sloth said...

capt'n, I thought of ol' Team Shredder when I looked out at that big, wide ocean. If the U.S. was a giant rorschach blot, we'd be your corresponding ink-squish out here.

 
At 12:53 PM, Blogger The Capt'n said...

Our better half, if you will.

 
At 1:08 PM, Blogger Corny said...

Hi Slothy,
Hearts.

 
At 1:10 PM, Anonymous pd said...

Capt'n you are too sweet.

 
At 4:05 PM, Anonymous fb said...

hi sloth! I loved your descriptions & welcome back. the cape is so beautiful - sigh - the seals, and gulls, and salty, sandy air. It sounds like a lot of work out there but also some rewards with the nature experience - being so nicely isolated from choads, etc. the stars and moon.

i am busy @ beige with the brainwashing of newbies. I swear a lot, i realized this morning. not good. not good at all.

 
At 4:12 PM, Blogger sloth said...

oh yeah fb, I forgot to mention the big, fat stars. yup.

 
At 4:25 PM, Blogger sloth said...

big thumpy hearts back at ya, corny.

 
At 1:18 AM, Anonymous Mountain Man said...

Oh Slothy, it was so nice to see you tonight. I love you dearly. You are a precious flower of the night and day. Thank you for being you.

 
At 9:29 AM, Blogger sloth said...

mm, you were dazzling as always last night; it made me so happy to see you and UF! I am in the process of growing a few additional arms so I can give you an extra huge & crushing hug the next time I see you.

 
At 2:45 PM, Blogger burrito brother said...

get a room!

 
At 12:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sloth. Your blog is growing cobwebs, please get busy soon.

 
At 2:19 AM, Blogger sloth said...

sorry, slothy is being very... well, slothy. new post to come soon, I promise.

 
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