May 30, 2011
I hope you have a somber moment in all the fun today.
This should help: Written by a dirty liberal at a rag called, “The American Conservative.” A.k.a (the post, not the rag) a good example of my grandfather’s political conservatism.
Hat tip to Balloon Juice. I’m down to like 5 blogs, and BJ is still #1.
May 29, 2011
Having had a recent (several months ago) and quite infrequent and unusual situation in which I was given the impression a smart, strong, kind, pretty, sensible, practical woman thought I was all that and vice versa for me, I concluded that I sort of liked it. So after she dumped me I decided to get back out there.
Gonna swing and miss a lot. But you can’t win if you don’t play.
May 21, 2011
Stage mother damaged young dancer gets the paranoid delusions after landing a big role and kills self quite dramatically. I’m pretty sure at least. (That she really killed herself. The rest I’m sure of.)
It was “psychological” drama.
It was artful but underwhelming for me. Two thumbs yawning even in retrospect.
May 19, 2011
Another media vomit of rich powerful men acting like alpha males. *yawn*
I’ve got to hand it to the Newtster: He sure knows how to put a sex scandal behind him.
Practice makes perfect. And grifters and rubes will always be with us.
May 19, 2011
…all the women who have ever broken my heart.
It’s because they had it.
May 15, 2011
May 13, 2011
Gee, what a shocker that the Bulls would be better if DRose passed the ball more.
It might even occur to all of them, I’m talking to you, coach, that they’re actually really good and maybe even better when DRose shoots only 15-20 time as opposed to his usual 25-30. Deng is money with a good shot inside 20, Boozer is a consummate pro in a slump; WAAA-Keem is Dennis Rodman with a good attitude, and the rest of the Bulls are interchangeable and good, which is why the bench kicks ass.
This stuff is oddly not hard to see.
May 11, 2011
Since the climate changed even enough for most political morons to notice, a regional myth has become Common Wisdom: “We don’t get a Spring anymore.” I call bullshit.
It will be in the ’50′s this weekend, allegedly, in mid-May not exactly springy but what people are talking about is like three random hot days in the midst of a lot of wet cold and wind. And but it’s beautiful outside, lush, flowers and trees blooming like nobody’s business, and the typically violent MW thunderstorm tonight came at the perfect time at my house under the perfect cloud conditions and sun arc-wise, and it was very, very dark outside at 5PM but the sun was still bright and in retrospect at the right angle for general reflection and then the blooming white dogwoods kind of lit up, glowed, came alive as if electrified for a few minutes and it was lovely.
May 8, 2011
…is watching the Lakers go down by 30+ in a big(ish) game.
It’s perverse because I care at all about a bunch of physically and zen-like gifted zillionaires in any fashion whatsoever. But on some level it was entertaining to me. Didn’t even really have to watch, either.
May 7, 2011
I see that some horse won the Derby today.
About three seconds behind the immortal Secretariat, a serious ass-whupping in a speed race of human, animal, or mechanical variety. It’s over in two minutes at 35-40 mph.
Immortal for me, for sure. I was 14 years old and enthralled. The only horse I’ve ever loved, and what a beautiful creature, indeed.
