Monday, June 30, 2008
I'm not certain, but these are some of the other organizations that have called:
Law Enforcement Association
The Fuzz Fund
Bag Men of America
Fred the Cop
Mall Security Benevolent Crusade
Will Serve and Protect for Food
Racial Profiling International
Law and Order Viewers Association
this list goes on . . .
I just tell them - "Look Buddy, some police group calls here every night asking for money. Frankly, I don't trust any of you. Don't call again."
Monday, June 23, 2008
Paul Simon - Kodachrome
It's amazing what sticks in my brain. Yours too, probably. I bet you can spit out the names of the three kinds of classic columns. (Ionic, Doric, Corinthian) . See what I mean? This type of knowledge is carved into my head and yet I can't remember if I took my meds today.
ROY G BIV
The Area of a triangle
The state capital of Oregon
The Three Sisters
1492, 1607, 1776, 1215, 1066
Every Good Boy Does Fine
Extra Curricular activities:
The words to the Oscar Meyer wiener song
Every line from The Godfather
In a Tourette's moment today, I blurted out "oxaloacetic acid!". This is a fragment of Krebs cycle, which I was required to memorize in a biology class. This was odd. Disturbed me plenty good.
So, did i take my meds today or not?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The picture is of the House of David baseball team. They played for a church / seminary located in Southwestern Michigan not far from my home. I saw them play at the end of their run in the 50s. Their talented and hairy team toured the country, playing other local teams, including teams from the Negro Leagues. The old announcers invariably alluded to the House of David team when any bearded player came to bat.
The old joke was good to hear again.
I muse about just when folks should pipe up and say they are proud. Of course, I stand in judgement of the appropriateness of such. After all, it is a major component of this very blog.
Gay Pride. True, you are not ashamed of being a homosexual. OK. Good for you. But it does stop there. I can't think of anything that the gay community has done for their fellow man that stems from gayness alone.
Pacer Pride (or any other sports team) Nope. Not even close. You may be proud of your local team's self serving effort but being a fan isn't much of an accomplishment.
Proud to be an American - This has merit, but it's more of an I'm -glad I-don't-live-in-Sudan ring to it. It could be taken as. "By canting this slogan, I am fulfilling the requirements for civic responsibility."
"Say it Loud, I'm Black and I'm Proud" Great song in its day. Sadly, the message has faded over the years.
Pride in One's Work Sure, that new car your company built is an engineering and design marvel, but if it doesn't sell, will you still be proud and continue to manufacture it?
It appears that I take issue with anyone who says they are proud of themself.
So it is.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Patti dragged me outside and just pointed at it* The mouse wasn't squashed or half eaten. It didn't look like foul play of any kind was involved. It must have just dropped dead from natural causes. That didn't mean I was about to pick it up. I certainly had no designs of bringing it in the house. Patti suggested a burial. That idea was dismissed immediately. Well, it is trash night in these parts, so why not just pack him away with the cantaloupe rinds and coffee grounds? It was decided.
Meanwhile I turned my attention to other matters and the mouse was forgotten. I just remembered the little stiff a few minutes ago. He was right where he was before. A garden spade later he was in the trash bag awaiting his ride "home". For a mouse, I imagine being interred in a dump isn't all that bad. - And my prosaic entry beats the hell out of about half of what CNN passes off as news.
* Second graders always seem to simply point at undesirable things. If a kid is bad. They point at him. If there's dog poop, they point at it. Dead mouse? They'd point. Patti pointed. Teaching elementary children will change a person.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Doesn't matter, I saw both of these fine films this week on HD-PPV.
No Country for Old Men was about what I expected from Joel and Ethan Coen. It was reminiscent of Blood Simple. I'd rate it just below Fargo and above Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? Anton Chigurh was the nastiest menace since Frank Booth. . Or was it the coin?
There Will Be Blood could have a place on in my Top 10. Only time will tell. I didn't even get up to pee and the 2+ hours went by in a flash. I can't begin to explain why I liked it in the scope of this blog. Suffice to say that I am glad I saw it. "God doesn't save stupid people."
It's refreshing to see movies that aren't a big spectacular based on a comic book hero, or part IV of a series, or a lame-assed script propped up by compter generated cartoons.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
NBA game and more reading of Herman Goering biography in wonderful 68 degree AC awaits me tonight. Life IS grand.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Patti pointed out that she wasn't about to walk up to a stray pit bull to see if it was friendly or not. Good call.