Fun Friday: Party Aftermath

Margie: Edna, that's the last par-tay you'll ever talk me into. I never saw such a mess in my life. I'm not cleaning all this up. It looks like a swarm of locusts came through here.

There's not a scrap of food left, all the Special tea is gone, and somebody even stole my bottle of cough medicine. Lordy, my head hurts. And, to top it all off, I found some bloomers hanging in the bathroom and they don't belong to me or you!

Edna: Margie, please stop shrieking at me, my head hurts too. You know, I thought our guests would be much better behaved than that. Maybe putting "clothing optional" on the invitation attracted the wrong sort of crowd...

I just can't clean anything until I feel better. I'm going back to bed with my hot water bottle and a bicarbonate of soda, you can just cool your jets until I recover.

Margie: Oh no, Edna, no bed until I'm finished with you. You just had to convince Silly Willy and Fluffy to bring their cotton candy machine. There is so much cotton candy all over the kitchen that I can't even make my coffee.

Let's talk about Miss Lidian. She got into your hope chest and cut all the ads out of your magazines that you've been saving since 1930. I found her droppings in the trash can.

When I tell you what Cousin T has done then we may as well both go back to bed.

Edna: Oh Lord, do I even want to know what that boy did? I told you to cut him off after that 4th cup of special tea! You know, Miss Maitri brought her pugs along to the party, and they were much better behaved than our human guests.

Margie, was I hallucinating or did I see Miss Fashiona dancing with Jensen Ackles while wearing a pair of these?

Edna: I honestly don't remember much that happened after Rich started that conga line. The rest of the party is kind of a blur...

Margie: The pugs were well-behaved for sure. Edna, that was Rich wearing Fashiona's shoes. Frankly, I wouldn't be caught dead in those things.

You think Dbalcer is sweet? I caught her on the porch steps with a jug of milk and she'd swiped our stash of Oreos.

Cousin T wins the prize, Edna. That boy has put up all our Christmas decorations. Lordy, where's my bed?

Edna: Our Christmas decorations? Oh thank goodness, I thought those blinking lights I kept seeing were pixies. My lands, what a party.

You know, Dbalcer is asleep on the couch, and I spotted kricka passed out in the front yard. Should we wake them up to help us clean? Miss Amy said she'd help us clean too, but we have to pay her in bacon.

Margie: Yes, Edna, wake them up. When the house is clean then wake me up. Tell Amy to kiss my bacon!

Night.

Richard Becker Visits Our Basement

Richard Becker is a friend of ours and a fellow blogger. He's been doing this a lot longer than we have but that doesn't make him any smarter than two old ladies. Richard owns that Copywrite Ink place. He likes talking and communicating and all that kind of stuff. If we lived in Las Vegas we'd be in the bars and casinos but he's not like us.

We welcome our friend, Rich Becker, to our basement.
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1. Do you have any advice about how two cranky sisters can communicate with each other?

Well, for anyone else, I might suggest trying reflective listening — it goes beyond active listening by offering emotive statements and clarifying responses that demonstrate you understand the the other person means. But then again, I like you two the way you are because you say what you think and think what you say. You can't ask for more authenticity than that. It sure beats having to guess at what someone means. I'm a fan of anyone who isn't afraid to tell someone when they have mustard on their face. By the way, what's that yellow, oh ... right ... you got it.

Edna: Rich, I thank you for the communication advice, but it’s a lost cause when it comes to my sister. She surely does like listening to herself talk, she’s not much for this “reflective listening” you’ve mentioned. Unless you mean talking to herself in the mirror, which she does quite a bit.


2. How can two old ladies be good bloggers?

I think Margie and Edna already are good bloggers. Their banter is legendary among Jericho fans and their audience seems to be evolving to have even more mass appeal. The banter between you two is what fuels the fun sometimes snarky commentary. Who says you cannot teach old gals new tricks? Why just yesterday, you gals were beating up a major. I doubt they taught you that in finishing school.

Edna: Rich, you are quite the smooth talker, you surely do know your way around a compliment, and Margie and I thank you for your sweet words about our blogging. Oh, and let me add that we are two gentle ladies, but we get the job done when we see something that needs doing.

3. Do you think our hometown, Jericho, can survive after that nutty CBS nuked us?

I always felt Jericho would come back for a second season. The sheer tenacity of the fans demonstrated they could get it done. I wouldn't necessarily say there is no hope, but the leadership is different. The leadership that was in place during the first campaign were always very good about allowing fans to pursue promotion on their own terms — there were a hundreds of ideas that came from everywhere and the best of them not only stuck but were embraced by the campaign. The leadership in place now has a tendency to diminish ideas that are not their own. So, I hate to say it, my dear, the fate of our town this time around is a toss up.

Edna: I know what you mean Rich, and I am sorry to say that I think you’re right. But that surely doesn’t mean I won’t be doing everything I can to make sure our town doesn’t fade away.


4. We're going to be traveling soon. Where will you take us when we visit you and your family?

I'd love to take you out to see Red Rock Canyon, but only if you promise not the lock each other out of the car.

Margie: Lawsey me, Edna, doesn't he know I wouldn't lock you out of the car? I'll throw you into that canyon. Good riddance!

Edna: Margie, I’d like to see you try it. Rich, be warned that I will be bringing my sword along on our trip, just in case I need it. Well, you know what my sister’s like….


5. Why do people call you "The Hammer"? Are you here to rob two poor old ladies?

It certainly wasn't because I can dance, I assure you. From what I read, that name was thrust upon me by the friendly folks at Jericho Free Radio. With a little behind the scenes help, I became pretty adept at "nailing," as they called it, observations related to to behind-the-scenes Jericho fan issues as well as some inside CBS from a big picture perspective. But then again, if you ask me, all Jericho fans could wear the name "Hammer." They seemed to nail fan campaigning like nobody else. Star Trek and Firefly might be the only real comparisons. Even you, Margie and Edna, did a great deal to help attract new viewers. All my best, ladies.

Margie: Edna, what good is he if he can't dance? I think he was hit in the head by a hammer.

Edna: Margie, you hush up, can’t you see that he paid us a compliment in amongst all that fancy talk? My lands, you should pay more attention, you dimwit.
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Thank you, Rich. You can visit our basement anytime.