Monthly Archives: May 2012
Sometimes the simplest things will make me giddy.
Yesterday it was the arrival in the mail of my new Nikes. They are grey and purple and made for running/hiking up the side of a mountain.
I have no intention of running/hiking up the side of a ditch, much less a mountain.
But you know what? With my new shoes I look like I could.
Any second now.
So long as EMS is on standby.
……..to a question I get asked a LOT…..
Why do you write?
“I cant tell you why other people write, but I write in order to keep from going insane. my head, I expect’d turn inside out if my hands were t leave me.”
- Bob Dylan
I walk into the semi-darkened room to find this..and sorry for the blurry pic, but he had just raised his head from inside the shoe. I think he has a problem.
And it’s not the first time I’ve found Bugsy, the Insane in a compromising position with someone’s shoes.
His attraction to my husband’s shoes is so bad that none of hubby’s shoes ever hit the floor. I find them on barstools, the raised hearth, in boxes…of course, putting them in the closet never occurs to him.
Still he does his part to help Bugsy avoid temptation, while I just leave my shoes anywhere. I think I’m enabling him.
We both need help.
I am a geek, but only about certain things.
For instance, Star Trek.
And, I’m a complete snob.
Oh I tried to watch Capt. Picard – I find him personally yummy – but he’s no Kirk.
And whatever other iterations of Star Trek there are, or were, or will be completely pale in comparison to my beloved Star Trek: TOS.
I watched every episode, in first run. And, positively squee with delight when I stumble across re-runs during channel surfing.
I have an NCC-1701 t-shirt, and if you don’t know what that is…you are not worthy.
My keychain is a Starfleet Command symbol.
I have several episodes on my iPhone.
At work, I have a giant coffee mug on my desk emblazoned with one of my favorite Star Trek lines – “Are You Out Of Your Vulcan Mind?” It serves many purposes.
I’m devoted, to say the least.
I’ve seen every movie…except the first one…multiple times. Thank God, the powers that be scrapped the outline for the movies after the first and went back to what drives Star Trek – the characters.
I cried…hard…at The Undiscovered Country, when the Captain tells the helmsman to head for a star and go straight on till morning, because I knew that it was the last one where all my beloved “friends” from the future would be together.
Soon DeForest Kelley and Jimmy Doohan were gone, and a “new” Star Trek: TOS based movie was in the works.
It was a prequel, and I was highly skeptical.
I was sure that no one could do Bones like DeForest, nor Scotty like Jimmy, or Kirk like Bill and Spock like Leonard.
I was wrong…blissfully, happily, ecstatically, wrong. Even if Uhura is nothing like Nichelle..I love the expansion of her role in the new movies.
I saw it on the big screen after reading reviews that touted it as being a great movie, a wonderful homage, and a movie that TOS fans would love.
Boy did I love it.
I bought it as soon as it came out and have watched it every time it’s on television – sometimes twice in one day.
The other night it was on a station with commercials, and during a commercial hubby changed the channel.
ME: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
HUBBY: What? You’ve seen that movie like 50 times already!
ME: Yes, but not today!
HUBBY: I give up.
He turned the channel back to my beloved Star Trek, as I took the remote and glared at him.
Do NOT mess with a Star Trek: TOS fan.
A show of hands for those of you who have Pandora Radio? If you’re familiar with Pandora, when you have a station/song playing you will often get a list of “Similar Artists” on the Now Playing page as you listen. I had my “Rat Pack” station playing a Frank Sinatra song, and under the “Similar Artists” was…guess who?
So, lemme see if I got this straight.
Frank Sinatra is similar to Frank Sinatra?
Am I the only person who can no longer listen to Elton John’s “Rocket Man” without hearing this?
Same goes for David Bowie’s “Space Oddity”…only I hear that one in Adam Sandler.
I live in Texas. It’s hot in the summer in Texas. So why is it every year that we Texans brag/complain about the heat? Guess what? It’s June and the thermometer reads “hotter-than-hell”…and it will stay there till October. It does this every year.
As long as I live I will never understand these things:
1. buses with no seat belts
2. idiots who ride motorcycles without helmets
4. the appeal of “modern” art
5. jackasses who make stupid lists
And how about hot dogs and hot dog buns? I don’t understand the marketing “genius” behind a 10-pk of hot dogs and an 8-pk of hot dog buns. I’m forever either short of buns or have a half dozen left over, shoved to the back of the pantry shelf where they sit lonely and growing a blue fuzz.
Someone please explain Lady Gaga. Wait, maybe I don’t want to know.
And by “that” I mean get back to my self-absorbed, selfish, vain attempts at ‘Net notoriety.
Today, go here, and read all the way to the end of the comments.
Pay attention to what “Bitsy” says.
And then tell her, and Mark (her husband), that it’ll be okay.
Or it won’t.
Because it won’t for a while.
A long while.
Give them hugs, give them some love, and then tomorrow we can get back to our regularly scheduled bullshit.
Where’d everyone go?
I was getting upwards of 100 hits a day, consistently for the last few weeks – except Saturday and Sunday, which God love y’all, means you do have a life away from the glowy box, and now…this week…it’s like 20-30 per day.
I showered. I used deodorant.
Apparently I’m just boring.
Then it must mean I remembered a Monday post aaaaaaaannnnd….promptly forgot there were other days in the week.
Or, a giant conspiracy exists to hide the days of the week from my brain, thereby making me think it’s perpetually Monday.
Definitely one of those, but I’m really hoping it’s not the latter.
Either way, I don’t have a post for today and I’m blaming…umm…someone else.
So, here enjoy a kitty while I ponder this.
From one of my favorite websites in the whole worldwide web, comes this gem from one of my favorite people of all time.
In June of 1971, just days before his 26-year-old son, Michael, got married, future-U.S. President Ronald Reagan sent him the following letter of advice. It really is quite stunning.
(Source: Reagan: A Life In Letters)
Manhattan Beach, California
Dear Mike: Enclosed is the item I mentioned (with which goes a torn up IOU). I could stop here but I won’t.
You’ve heard all the jokes that have been rousted around by all the “unhappy marrieds” and cynics. Now, in case no one has suggested it, there is another viewpoint. You have entered into the most meaningful relationship there is in all human life. It can be whatever you decide to make it.
Some men feel their masculinity can only be proven if they play out in their own life all the locker-room stories, smugly confident that what a wife doesn’t know won’t hurt her. The truth is, somehow, way down inside, without her ever finding lipstick on the collar or catching a man in the flimsy excuse of where he was till three A.M., a wife does know, and with that knowing, some of the magic of this relationship disappears. There are more men griping about marriage who kicked the whole thing away themselves than there can ever be wives deserving of blame. There is an old law of physics that you can only get out of a thing as much as you put in it. The man who puts into the marriage only half of what he owns will get that out. Sure, there will be moments when you will see someone or think back to an earlier time and you will be challenged to see if you can still make the grade, but let me tell you how really great is the challenge of proving your masculinity and charm with one woman for the rest of your life. Any man can find a twerp here and there who will go along with cheating, and it doesn’t take all that much manhood. It does take quite a man to remain attractive and to be loved by a woman who has heard him snore, seen him unshaven, tended him while he was sick and washed his dirty underwear. Do that and keep her still feeling a warm glow and you will know some very beautiful music. If you truly love a girl, you shouldn’t ever want her to feel, when she sees you greet a secretary or a girl you both know, that humiliation of wondering if she was someone who caused you to be late coming home, nor should you want any other woman to be able to meet your wife and know she was smiling behind her eyes as she looked at her, the woman you love, remembering this was the woman you rejected even momentarily for her favors.
Mike, you know better than many what an unhappy home is and what it can do to others. Now you have a chance to make it come out the way it should. There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.
P.S. You’ll never get in trouble if you say “I love you” at least once a day.
Who is utterly and completely annoyed by the Facebook postings that say something like, “I’m trying an experiment to see if anyone reads my posts. Please post one word about me/you/about how we met/about whirled peas/your social security number (don’t worry, it’s safe with me) in the comments and then repost on your wall.”?
So I’ve begun randomly answering this drivel.
And I never re-post. Not ever.
“One word about me” - my response was “attentionwhore”. Not a word? Tough shit, it is now.
“Where did we meet?” - there are so many responses to this one, but my favorite is “Precinct19” Not just one word? Tough shit and see above.
“One word about you” - that’s easy – “awesomesauciness”. Not a word? Yeah, see above.
“One word about whirled peas” - yeah, that’s gonna be “lindablair”.
See what I did there? I not only pissed off every one of my “friends” who post this shit, I created a new language.
So, does that make me terribadawful? Or just an attentionwhore?