Crappy use of the babysitter budget

I have nothing to do, really, and am too tired to drive anywhere like Barnes and Noble, so I'm paying the babysitter to take the kids to the park while I sit here and eat frozen chicken wings and watch a documentary on WW1.

I could have called and canceled, but I did that yesterday and who am I to mess up the planned budget of a 16-year old girl? Anyhow the feeling in my finger is slowly returning or maybe not. Maybe it's just me seeing evidence that isn't there. When have I done that before?

My p.d. left suddenly this A.M. I wonder what I said. Last I recall I was singing "Feels Like The First Time" by Foreigner as our kids were negotiating the labyrinth of twigs at Estes Park.

Some people like sensitive men. But lately I feel like John Lithgow in "Terms of Endearment".

Finger damage

As I attempted to pry the frozen hot dogs from their frozen huddle, the knife slipped through. Blood everywhere. Moreover, numbness on the inside of my right index finger. Doctor gives me tetanus shot and tells me the feeling might return in a week, or never.

You taunt Heino?

HEINO TAUNTS YOU!!!!!!!!

Lately I've Been Thinkin'

Do these sound like the remembrances of a retarded person to you? (I'm referring to the text below, not this blog in general.)




* "Went to luncheon in the ballroom in the White House. James Roosevelt took us in to see his father, President Roosevelt. He said, 'It's about time you came. How can I put my arm around all of you? Which is the oldest? You are all so big."
* "Have a fitting at 10:15 Elizabeth Arden. Appointment dress fitting again. Home for lunch. Royal tournament in the afternoon."
* "Up too late for breakfast. Had it on deck. Played Ping-Pong with Ralph's sister, also with another man. Had lunch at 1:15. Walked with Peggy. also went to horse races with her, and bet and won a dollar and a half. Went to the English Movie at five. Had dinner at 8:45. Went to the lounge with Miss Cahill and Eunice and retired early."

Curmudgeon

The San Antonio Spurs

Whoopi Goldberg

Chris Berman

Paris Hilton

Paula Abdul/Janet Jackson/Mariah Carey

The Boston Red Sox

Bon Jovi

Black Sabbath

Oprah Winfrey

Andy Dick

Chuck Norris



My ever-growing list of things I cannot allow myself to indulge, even for a minute.

Splain?

Ok.

Everyone loves the Coen Brothers, but I just sat thru "No Country for Old Men" and I have the same reaction that I did after seeing "The Big Lebowski". Which was/is: "What the fuck is the big deal?" I was fighting sleep from about the 15 minute mark. Someone tell me why this is a good movie, please.





I remember there was an HBO special about this guy and his family. Maybe it was E. I don't recall. Just imagine the evil pouring out of this fellow. Any article with the term "carnie mecca" has got to be good reading. When I was a kid I had a really profound phobia of circus freaks and anyone considered abnormal. Our elementary school had a lunch table reserved for the freakish, mongoloids, retarded, un-smarted, and they would often spit their food at you if you addressed them in any way. I'll let Dave tell you about the other side of that coin, when he was working at an adult care facility.

Song of the Week "Hapax Legomenon"

Hapax Legomenon (Neal) 1986

22 fucking years ago. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

I had been obliterated by my first serious heartbreak, courtesy of a girl who supplied the exact tincture of apathy and aloofness required to keep my attention focused and my soul bewildered. I cheated on her (well, not really, but that's another story) and she exacted slow, painful revenge on me. Our love went from soul-searching to lust to routine to anger to guilt with just a tiny ball of love thrown in there somewhere. It wasn't her fault, really, as she'd point out to you in a second. However, I was the 'first', and she can't change that.

Anyhoo, after the gush attendant to her precise application of her stiletto to my nether regions, I wandered lonely as a cloud, depressed, angry, lost, lonely, with no real friends (I had left all previous relationships to wither once I started having sex--you know how it is) and after 1.5 years, looked around and found that my own stupidity had left me without any solace.

As chance would have it, one of my musical peers was going out of town for two weeks during the hot, sweaty summer of 1986, and I, out of college, living in a sweltering one-bedroom apartment, waiting for my next pittance to keep me in Avenue Subs, borrowed his DX-7, and went to work.

This was the first thing I came up with.

Another great site is the Perry Bible Fellowship.

Hey, girls...

Would you describe yourself as bitter, despondent, dissatisfied, distrustful, fussy, immature, inhibited, prejudiced, or sulky? I have just the thing for you. Casey from NC says it changed her life!

Why all the hubbub, bub?

I moderate the posts liberally. If someone thinks that I'm an idiot and shows me why, using something I've posted, with a sound, reasoned argument, I have no problem posting that. I make a fool of myself almost daily up in here, and maybe people visit for that reason. But if you're just gonna call me some name for the fun of it, it won't be posted.

Oh, and visit this place. It's where I get most of the music I listen to daily.


What music makes you cry? Do videos change the way you perceive music? Can you seperate yourself from a video director's vision easily once the seed has germinated?

The reason I ask is that something about this video really moves me. Especially where the pretty blonde girl waves goodbye at 3:46. Snf. Really.