Last night, The Brides came over because…
We’re going to Candy Mountain, Charlie! Candy Mountain!
It’s a magical liopleurodon, Charlie. It has told us the way!
We’re going across a bridge, Charlie! A bridge of hope and wonder.
Sugartron thinks we’re all deranged.
Rhonda and Sugar don’t realize that Lindsey is throwing a gang sign at Guinness.
Thanks, Rhonda and Lindsey, for my very own Candy Mountain! Shuuuuuuuuuuuuun-uh the non-believers.
Today I finished going over the copy and line edits for WHEN YOU DON’T SEE ME. Sadly, I did this while I had a really bad headache, all the time reassuring myself that I’d get one more shot at really reading the novel when we get the galleys before it goes to print.
Since Tim has my car in the suburbs, I walked to the post office to overnight the manuscript back to Kensington. Then, because there’s no better time than when your head is throbbing under the hot, blinding sun, I walked somewhere else and did some Christmas shopping and ate lunch.
And now I’m going to ingest wonderful prescription drugs and take a nap. But the rest of you? Need to watch this ONE MORE TIME.
That’s a great gift. Hope you didn’t lose a kidney. 🙂
No, but the splinters!
I love that Candy Mountain has an entry in the Urban Dictionary. I wish I could get stoned and create a web sensation.
And no, I didn’t watch it again. Why do you ask?
I know! I cracked up when I saw it was in Urban Dictionary. Now it needs to make it to Wikipedia.
That is the coolest thing ever! I think it also makes Rhonda and Lindsey your enablers. This is sickness, you know.
You’re jealous, aren’t you?
[threadjack]If you’re the Aleutian I think you are, Lezbert says hi via Mr. Peabody’s Wayback Machine. If you’re not…um…Look! Over there! Something shiny! (runs away while you’re distracted)[/threadjack]
HA!
that’s terrific.
You know what’s fun? When you get a gift that you know as it was being made, the givers were laughing their butts off.
Then, on their way to the house, they stopped by Walgreen’s. I was SUPPOSED to be at home waiting for them, but I was at Walgreen’s, too, picking up something for my mother. So then they had the further adventure of dodging me, hiding, trying to find appropriate stalking music on the radio, and waiting me out until I got home and in the door so that Tom could shut me in the office and they could bring Candy Mountain inside.
Little did they know that I forgot my glasses and was blind as a bat. They could have waved Candy Mountain under my nose in the Walgreen’s parking lot and I wouldn’t have had a clue what was going on.
HAHA – that’s even awesome-er.
This would explain why you didn’t see me sitting in the car when we were parked facing you and two spaces away. What we should have been worried about was your ability drive home and find your house without glasses. 😉
Scary, huh?
I’m a believer!
That’s awesome! You went to Candy Mountain. Was it magical? Did candies sing to you? Hope you didn’t go inside…
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In my mind, the candies sang and I went inside. No kidneys were taken in the making of that fantasy.
Charlie’s a Bum
OK, you did it, with the Charlie vid and BD Candy Mountain you drove me into doing an internet search on Candy Mountain. Some where in one of the dank, dark recesses of my brain usually reserved for fantasies of Brad Pitt, Justin Timberlake, Timothy and Sanjaya Malakar dancing around a Maypole in their loincloths there lurked youthful memories of a kinkier Candy Mountain. In desperation I went to the web and found it — Big Rock Candy mountain with a harmonium instrumental to back it.
http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/bigrock.htm
The site also comes complete with health hazard warnings for all of the song;s lyrics.
I also found the Candy Mountain Resort in Marysville, Utah that you might want ot consider for your next get-away trip.
Really Rob in the Wicket City.
Re: Charlie’s a Bum
Haaaaa on the hazardous to your health links. Good grief.
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I think the Big Rock Candy Mountain’s in Utah. There was a neat rendition of that song in O Brother Where Art Thou, too.
BRCM
You are right there are BRC Mountains in Utah, Colorado, Washington and Canada. And the song used in Oh Brother was aactually the 1928 version sung by the song’s presumed author Harry (haywire Mac) McClintoc. This version was considerably cleaned up from the version he originally sang as a street performer in the late 1890’s. While the whiskey, gin and alcohol remained, “To be buggered sore like a hobo’s whore In the Big Rock Candy Mountains” disappeared.
Fortunately I grew up with the Burl Ives’ recording from the 40’s that was more kid oriented.
Gee, I hope Becky’s mountain had licorice in it, This Charlie is partial to licorice – bits, bites, nibs, nubs, twists, vines, strings and All-sorts — and he’d brave the splinters and follow the girls anywhere for some.
LOL! How wonderful. And thank you for the punchline 🙂
That must’ve taken forever to build! Can’t believe it. I keep laughing at “gang sign.” : )
What? No Snickers? LOL
Damn, now I want Smarties.
This is a killer gift.
Yeah, except I don’t want to take it apart to eat it.
Ha! What fun!