Haloscan is dead, long live Blogger.
I can't seem to get the Haloscan comment thingy to work, so, for now, comments will be handled by Blogger and all that that entails. Buck up, be strong, and comment away.
I've also trashed my old blog list since many of the listed blogs were dead in the water or gone. Slowly I will get around to adding everyone back. If you have a blog and want to be listed, let me know.
Stay tuned, we should be back to the usual shenanigans in no time.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Fave Foto Friday Night Time (Dame Edition)
Here's a great photo of the birthday gal back in the day:Happy 77th, Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor
Fave Foto Friday (Wild Horses Editon)
I found the photo online, and while I lost the link, it is of a group of wild horses in Germany. I think it's an incredible photograph.***
Mags took this picture on Sunday night at the Scientology After Oscars Party. Guess which one is Tom Cruise?Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Public Service Announcement
* When stuck in a mind-numbingly dull meeting, well past lunch time, under no circumstances give in to the temptation of a Baconator when you finally leave said meeting and are pulling into a Wendy's drive through window and are so hungry you think you might be able to eat the steering wheel of your car.These greasy sandwiches are murder on a roll. You will wish you were dead once you eat one.
Trust me.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sean Penn: Now That's What I Call A Great Speech!
Sean Penn thanks everyone, stands up for gay rights, calls out the hate-mongers, and gives love to Mickey Rourke. Well done, Mr. Penn. Well done.
The Best Thing I Heard Last Night
“If Harvey [Milk] had not been taken from us 30 years ago, I think he’d want me to say to all the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told that they are less than by their churches or by the government or by their families, that you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value. And that no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you. And that very soon I promise you, you will have equal rights federally across this great nation of ours.” --Dustin Lance Black - winner of the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay for his work on Milk
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Hugh Jackman Show ... err, i mean, The Academy Awards
It's the "Gay Superbowl" tonight.
Hosted by the most handsome, talented man in the world, Mr. Hugh Jackman, that's reason enough to tune in to the 81st Academy Awards .
Be that as it may, here are the big awards. My choice is red, who I think will win is in purple.
Performance by an actor in a leading role
* Richard Jenkins in “The Visitor”
* Frank Langella in “Frost/Nixon”
* Sean Penn in “Milk”
* Brad Pitt in “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
* Mickey Rourke in “The Wrestler”
Performance by an actor in a supporting role
* Josh Brolin in “Milk”
* Robert Downey Jr. in “Tropic Thunder”
* Philip Seymour Hoffman in “Doubt”
* Heath Ledger in “The Dark Knight”
* Michael Shannon in “Revolutionary Road”
Performance by an actress in a leading role
* Anne Hathaway in “Rachel Getting Married”
* Angelina Jolie in “Changeling”
* Melissa Leo in “Frozen River”
* Meryl Streep in “Doubt”
* Kate Winslet in “The Reader”
Performance by an actress in a supporting role
* Amy Adams in “Doubt”
* Penélope Cruz in “Vicky Cristina Barcelona” (I think she's going to win)
* Viola Davis in “Doubt”
* Taraji P. Henson in “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
* Marisa Tomei in “The Wrestler”
Best motion picture of the year
* “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button”
* “Frost/Nixon” Jinks and Bruce Cohen, Producers
* “The Reader”
* “Slumdog Millionaire”
Friday, February 20, 2009
Fave Foto Friday (Award Season Editon)
From my trip last spring to the West Coast, a view of the Kodak Theater where Sunday night's Oscar's will take place!
Magnolia has finally found a frock for the occasion!Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Did Somebody say "Beefcake"?
Nothing like a little slab of beefcake to top off an uneventful Tuesday, don't ya' think?
Sunday, February 15, 2009
No more falsehoods or derisions
... they may have sung about it forty-some year ago, but it seems that we have finally entered The Age of Aquarius ... no, I am not kidding.
From the Independent ie National News:
"When the Moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars. Then peace will guide the planets, and love will steer the stars."
These words are taken from the song Aquarius from the 1967 rock musical Hair, and they refer to one of the most important cosmic alignments to have occurred this century. And just in case you didn't notice, it happened yesterday at 7.25am and lasted for 18 minutes.
I have a friend who is really into astrology, damn right I am going to check with her about all of this ... let's hope this is the start of something cosmically healing.FULL ARTICLE HERE
From the musical movie, HAIR:
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Friday the 13th
Some days it's best to just stay in bed, pull up the covers over your head, and just avoid life in general.
Yesterday was one of those days.
By now, most constant readers of this blog have an idea that my real job is in social services. Usually it's just a lot of paper pushing and mind-numbing meetings and what have you. But some days, it bites you in the ass and reminds you that you are dealing with a huge bureaucracy that holds the life of less fortunate people in it's clammy hands.
So I get to work yesterday and discover that almost everyone in the office has taken the day off to make the three day weekend, a four day weekend.
Be that as it may, I planned on a quiet Friday the 13th; tackling paper work and progress notes with little or no interruption.
What do they say about god laughing at your plans?
The first phone call comes in around 8:30 and a social worker informs me that one of the young boys on my caseload sexually molested his three year old sister ... over a month ago! Horrible news like this includes documenting everything you know about the alleged incident and preparing a report that will be sent to almost everyone. It takes an hour to get most of the facts, and even after that, most of the story remains murky.
Then, a second phone call comes from Children's Hospital in Philadelphia where yet another social worker calls to inform me that a very young girl on my case load has been hospitalized with a major heart condition. Said social worker wants to know what my agency will do for the family if the child manages to go home. It turns out she will need a host of nursing care. I explain to the social worker that frankly, I don't have much to offer, and inasmuch as there are not all that many people in today, I can't even bounce any questions off of anyone. In the meantime I strongly urge the social worker to have the child's family contact their medical insurance to see what can be done.
Stunned over the first two calls of the day, I make my way to the break room for some coffee when I am accosted by one of the few supervisors that have come in today and asked if I could help move a middle aged, dually diagnosed women from a hospital emergency room (where she'd been languishing for about ten hours) to an, as yet, undermined, alternate living arrangement. It seems that the boarding home she'd been living at, would not take her back due to her behaviors.
Fuck me.
Long story short, it takes pretty much the entire day for the powers-to-be to arrange a placement for the woman. So, something that we knew about since nine thirty in the morning is not acted upon until almost three.
Fuck me.
So at around 3:30, I am in a state car with a fellow employee maneuvering the back roads of south Jersey. Our fist stop is the boarding home to pick up the personal belongings of the woman we have to move.
Oh the boarding home! A sprawling one story maze populated by the flotsam and jestom of humanity ... it smelled of disinfectant, cigarette smoke, and bacon grease...sitting around crowded folding tables was a sea of sad, scary, peculiar faces ... there but for the grace of god, go I.
We followed a stout woman through one of the narrow hallways of the rickety structure and were handed a bag full of medications as well as two large trash bags full of clothing.
Two large trash bags ... this is what passes for matching luggage in the world of social services.
Back in the car, my co-worker (Let's just call her "A") put the pedal to the medal as we zipped on down to the hospital to pick up our passenger.
The hospital, one of those sparkling new suburban joints that looks more like a hotel than an infirmary is where we were greeted by a perky young woman who led us to the room of the woman we were here to fetch.
The door was locked. They had to unlock it to let us in.
When asked why they had locked her in, we were told, "Oh, she tends to wander."
There she sat, a middle aged, mentally retarded, as well as mentally ill, woman. Dressed in a ski jacket, hospital pajamas and a pair of shoes that were torn and frayed. This frail little creature, the cause for today's so called emergency. The woman looked up at A and I and mumbled something.
We got her discharge papers and walked her out to the car.
Since we were told that this woman could be physically aggressive, I sat in the back seat with her and expected the worst.
It was all for naught. The poor thing was scared and hungry, and even if she did get aggressive, I could not imagine what this woman, who maybe weighed 90 pounds, could cause any damage to anyone.
She did seem to have a cold though.
About five minutes into the journey to her new home, she let go with a rather juicy sneeze that showered me with a spray of god-know-what-all in the way of germs and microbes.
"Roll the windows down", I pleaded to A, "maybe the cold air will kill whatever I've been exposed to".
Wishing that I had some Airborne or an IV filled with vitamin C, I tried to engage our charge in conversation. It was tough, she mostly mumbled until I brought up the fact that she would have her own TV at her new living arrangement. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she became very animated ... we connected, and for the next few miles she babbled on ( incoherently) about what shows she enjoyed watching. I nodded my head and smiled and wondered exactly what she was saying ... whatever it was, she seamed enthused and happy about it.
Meanwhile, we got lost and ended up on the expressway ... A ran two toll booths as neither of us had any change ... we expect to be reprimanded for this indiscretion at some latter point in time ... you'd be surprised at the pains that the department of roads in the Garden State will go through to recoup eighty cents.
Finally we found the apartment complex that our passenger would be staying at. Of course, when we got her belongings in the house and discovered that we had no copies of her prescriptions or insurance cards, drama ensued. We'd been told at the boarding home that all of that was in the bag with her meds. It was not, of course. Finally, a hastily made call back to the boarding home, and some faxed documents cleared that up.
As we sat waiting for all of the correct papers to be signed, I fished through the woman's belongings and found a pair of sneakers. I asked if she wanted to wear them and take off the ratty pair she was wearing. She agreed and gently placed her leg on my lap as I removed her old shoes and put on her new ones for her ... I fancied that we looked like a John Water's version of Prince Charming and Cinderella.
When we were done, she said, Thank you, and it was the first thing she uttered since I'd met her that I fully understood.
We finally finished up at around seven-o-clock. As we drove back to the office, A and I started laughing over the entire mis-adventure, the scary folks at the boarding house, the sneeze-shower I'd been treated to, the toll both runnings ... yeah, like always you laugh to avoid going crazy.
Finally, I got into my own car, some eleven and half hours after coming to work, and started home ; once again Friday the 13th lived up to all of it's promises.
Yesterday was one of those days.
By now, most constant readers of this blog have an idea that my real job is in social services. Usually it's just a lot of paper pushing and mind-numbing meetings and what have you. But some days, it bites you in the ass and reminds you that you are dealing with a huge bureaucracy that holds the life of less fortunate people in it's clammy hands.
So I get to work yesterday and discover that almost everyone in the office has taken the day off to make the three day weekend, a four day weekend.
Be that as it may, I planned on a quiet Friday the 13th; tackling paper work and progress notes with little or no interruption.
What do they say about god laughing at your plans?
The first phone call comes in around 8:30 and a social worker informs me that one of the young boys on my caseload sexually molested his three year old sister ... over a month ago! Horrible news like this includes documenting everything you know about the alleged incident and preparing a report that will be sent to almost everyone. It takes an hour to get most of the facts, and even after that, most of the story remains murky.
Then, a second phone call comes from Children's Hospital in Philadelphia where yet another social worker calls to inform me that a very young girl on my case load has been hospitalized with a major heart condition. Said social worker wants to know what my agency will do for the family if the child manages to go home. It turns out she will need a host of nursing care. I explain to the social worker that frankly, I don't have much to offer, and inasmuch as there are not all that many people in today, I can't even bounce any questions off of anyone. In the meantime I strongly urge the social worker to have the child's family contact their medical insurance to see what can be done.
Stunned over the first two calls of the day, I make my way to the break room for some coffee when I am accosted by one of the few supervisors that have come in today and asked if I could help move a middle aged, dually diagnosed women from a hospital emergency room (where she'd been languishing for about ten hours) to an, as yet, undermined, alternate living arrangement. It seems that the boarding home she'd been living at, would not take her back due to her behaviors.
Fuck me.
Long story short, it takes pretty much the entire day for the powers-to-be to arrange a placement for the woman. So, something that we knew about since nine thirty in the morning is not acted upon until almost three.
Fuck me.
So at around 3:30, I am in a state car with a fellow employee maneuvering the back roads of south Jersey. Our fist stop is the boarding home to pick up the personal belongings of the woman we have to move.
Oh the boarding home! A sprawling one story maze populated by the flotsam and jestom of humanity ... it smelled of disinfectant, cigarette smoke, and bacon grease...sitting around crowded folding tables was a sea of sad, scary, peculiar faces ... there but for the grace of god, go I.
We followed a stout woman through one of the narrow hallways of the rickety structure and were handed a bag full of medications as well as two large trash bags full of clothing.
Two large trash bags ... this is what passes for matching luggage in the world of social services.
Back in the car, my co-worker (Let's just call her "A") put the pedal to the medal as we zipped on down to the hospital to pick up our passenger.
The hospital, one of those sparkling new suburban joints that looks more like a hotel than an infirmary is where we were greeted by a perky young woman who led us to the room of the woman we were here to fetch.
The door was locked. They had to unlock it to let us in.
When asked why they had locked her in, we were told, "Oh, she tends to wander."
There she sat, a middle aged, mentally retarded, as well as mentally ill, woman. Dressed in a ski jacket, hospital pajamas and a pair of shoes that were torn and frayed. This frail little creature, the cause for today's so called emergency. The woman looked up at A and I and mumbled something.
We got her discharge papers and walked her out to the car.
Since we were told that this woman could be physically aggressive, I sat in the back seat with her and expected the worst.
It was all for naught. The poor thing was scared and hungry, and even if she did get aggressive, I could not imagine what this woman, who maybe weighed 90 pounds, could cause any damage to anyone.
She did seem to have a cold though.
About five minutes into the journey to her new home, she let go with a rather juicy sneeze that showered me with a spray of god-know-what-all in the way of germs and microbes.
"Roll the windows down", I pleaded to A, "maybe the cold air will kill whatever I've been exposed to".
Wishing that I had some Airborne or an IV filled with vitamin C, I tried to engage our charge in conversation. It was tough, she mostly mumbled until I brought up the fact that she would have her own TV at her new living arrangement. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she became very animated ... we connected, and for the next few miles she babbled on ( incoherently) about what shows she enjoyed watching. I nodded my head and smiled and wondered exactly what she was saying ... whatever it was, she seamed enthused and happy about it.
Meanwhile, we got lost and ended up on the expressway ... A ran two toll booths as neither of us had any change ... we expect to be reprimanded for this indiscretion at some latter point in time ... you'd be surprised at the pains that the department of roads in the Garden State will go through to recoup eighty cents.
Finally we found the apartment complex that our passenger would be staying at. Of course, when we got her belongings in the house and discovered that we had no copies of her prescriptions or insurance cards, drama ensued. We'd been told at the boarding home that all of that was in the bag with her meds. It was not, of course. Finally, a hastily made call back to the boarding home, and some faxed documents cleared that up.
As we sat waiting for all of the correct papers to be signed, I fished through the woman's belongings and found a pair of sneakers. I asked if she wanted to wear them and take off the ratty pair she was wearing. She agreed and gently placed her leg on my lap as I removed her old shoes and put on her new ones for her ... I fancied that we looked like a John Water's version of Prince Charming and Cinderella.
When we were done, she said, Thank you, and it was the first thing she uttered since I'd met her that I fully understood.
We finally finished up at around seven-o-clock. As we drove back to the office, A and I started laughing over the entire mis-adventure, the scary folks at the boarding house, the sneeze-shower I'd been treated to, the toll both runnings ... yeah, like always you laugh to avoid going crazy.
Finally, I got into my own car, some eleven and half hours after coming to work, and started home ; once again Friday the 13th lived up to all of it's promises.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Paraskavedekatriaphobia,
Let's not tempt fate today. We will resume our regular blogging on Saturday. Have a nice day all!Thursday, February 12, 2009
Every Curse Word From Every Episode of The Sopranos, Ever
Fucking Brilliant!
the sopranos, uncensored. from victor solomon on Vimeo.
the sopranos, uncensored. from victor solomon on Vimeo.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
They Got "Joe the Plumber" - We Got Julio Osegueda
Did any of you see college student and McDonald's employee, Julio Osegueda speaking with President Obama the other day? If you have not then immediately CLICK THIS LINK and check it out ... I love this guy, his enthusiasm is both endearing and catching, and when he asked the President about his personal situation (flipping burgers with no real benefits), you can't help but feel for him ...
Below is Julio and The President as well as Julio's interview with Keith Olbermann ... yes, this kid is goofy, but he's a breath of fresh air in what passes for reality these days. Rock on Julio!!!
Below is Julio and The President as well as Julio's interview with Keith Olbermann ... yes, this kid is goofy, but he's a breath of fresh air in what passes for reality these days. Rock on Julio!!!
Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy
Monday, February 09, 2009
Real Rock and Roll at Last Night's Grammy's
Last night's most memorable moment of the 2009 Grammy's (for me at least) was witnessing the re-birth of Paul McCartney as a Rock and Roll God. Assisted on drums by Dave Grohl, McCartney trotted out the Beatles classic, I Saw Her Standing There, and brought the house down.Unfortunately, I can't embed this moment, but to watch CLICK HERE
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Pax's Cure for What Ails America
OK, you've heard the experts, the folks with MBA's from Harvard, the spin doctors from DC, the talk show hosts ... it seems that everyone has an idea on how to deal with America's financial woes.
Well strap in, bitches, cause now you are going to hear my humble proposals on how we might cure what is ailing this nation of ours.
Ready?
1: Temporarily Suspend All Consumer Debt: Let's say Joe Blow owes twenty thousand on his credit card. He lost his job, and there is no way he's going to be able to pay what he owes at this time. His choices are nominal at best. He can claim bankruptcy, or maybe try some kind of consumer credit counseling racket. Chances are he will just default, ruin his credit rating, and the company he owes his money to is not going to see a penny they are owed.
I say, the company he owes the money to immediately suspends his account and sets it aside. Upon doing this, no interest is added to the existing debt, and Joe is told that once he gets back on his feet, he will be expected to make good on the debt. HOWEVER, until that time, Joe is not thrown to the wolves. He can hopefully find another source of income, keep food on the family table, and when he starts earning again, he can start to repay THE ORIGINAL AMOUNT HE OWED. It might take the bank several years to recoup, but it's better than selling the debt off and taking a loss, no? See, everybody wins.
2: Make Mortgages and Rents more Affordable: Let's face it, this is all about greed. Why are landlords able to charge thousands of dollars a month for the rent of an apartment that is the size of a postage stamp? Lower rents to more affordable rates, and you fill up the empty buildings, the landlord has income and people have a place to live.
Same thing with house prices. OK, if you insist on buying a McMansion, well, that's your fault. Why a young couple needs a house that could sleep fifteen is beyond me. HOWEVER, it's an outrage that two bedroom, one bath houses can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars. I have a friend who is living in a small condo that is not even as big as my apartment, but his mortgage is causing him to work two jobs .
Again, it's all about greed. Houses have to be priced much more reasonably. Think about it. If house prices fall dramatically, won't more of them be sold?
3: Retail Does not Have to Be 24 / 7: More greed. Why do department stores and malls insist on being open to all hours? There was a time when stores were open in the morning to the late afternoon during the week (with maybe one day a week open till eight or nine), a few hours on Saturday and closed on Sunday. And these stores thrived ... until the late 80's when things changed and retail outlets began staying open later and later. Why does a department store need to be operating at nine thirty pm on a Monday night? No wonder they are all going under. The days of disposable income are long gone; If stores went back to more sensible hours of operation they'd save money on all kinds of incidentals (heating, electricity etc), and maybe even be able to pay their staff a more living wage (or even offer them some much needed benefits).
4: Community Colleges: I am so glad I don't have children, especially when I hear the college tuition's parents are paying for their little darling to attend some ivy covered institute of higher learning. Funny thing is, when these kids graduate one of two things happen. Either the parents are broke, or the former student is up to his or her ass in loan debt. And then, the kid ends up busing tables or working at a video store because that job on Wall Street they thought they were getting is just not waiting for them.
Save some cash by sending your future care-takers to a community college. For instance, in my neck of the woods, a student can attend Burlington County College for about 1,351.00 (total 14 credit hours a semester) versus a years tuition at say, Bucknell which would cost about 39,000 (and that's not factoring room and board). Since most community colleges are not saddled with dorms, the only real added expense is transportation.
I went to a community college for my first two years, and then moved on to a state college ... and guess what? I make as much as the guy in the next veal pen who has his Masters and is still paying off his student loan well into his late 30's.
5: Stop Being a Consumer: You don't need that new computer, iPod, flat-screen TV, iPhone, or any other sparkly thing being dangled in your face - said item will not make your life better. Suck it up America! Be happy with what you have and refuse to be a mindless consumer. Buy what you need, not what you want. Imagine that!
OK, you've heard my take. How about you? What are your thoughts on the economic state of the country? What do you think should be changed that might help. Tell me! I'll post the best (and worst).
The rest of you, have a nice Saturday.
Well strap in, bitches, cause now you are going to hear my humble proposals on how we might cure what is ailing this nation of ours.
Ready?
1: Temporarily Suspend All Consumer Debt: Let's say Joe Blow owes twenty thousand on his credit card. He lost his job, and there is no way he's going to be able to pay what he owes at this time. His choices are nominal at best. He can claim bankruptcy, or maybe try some kind of consumer credit counseling racket. Chances are he will just default, ruin his credit rating, and the company he owes his money to is not going to see a penny they are owed.
I say, the company he owes the money to immediately suspends his account and sets it aside. Upon doing this, no interest is added to the existing debt, and Joe is told that once he gets back on his feet, he will be expected to make good on the debt. HOWEVER, until that time, Joe is not thrown to the wolves. He can hopefully find another source of income, keep food on the family table, and when he starts earning again, he can start to repay THE ORIGINAL AMOUNT HE OWED. It might take the bank several years to recoup, but it's better than selling the debt off and taking a loss, no? See, everybody wins.
2: Make Mortgages and Rents more Affordable: Let's face it, this is all about greed. Why are landlords able to charge thousands of dollars a month for the rent of an apartment that is the size of a postage stamp? Lower rents to more affordable rates, and you fill up the empty buildings, the landlord has income and people have a place to live.
Same thing with house prices. OK, if you insist on buying a McMansion, well, that's your fault. Why a young couple needs a house that could sleep fifteen is beyond me. HOWEVER, it's an outrage that two bedroom, one bath houses can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars. I have a friend who is living in a small condo that is not even as big as my apartment, but his mortgage is causing him to work two jobs .
Again, it's all about greed. Houses have to be priced much more reasonably. Think about it. If house prices fall dramatically, won't more of them be sold?
3: Retail Does not Have to Be 24 / 7: More greed. Why do department stores and malls insist on being open to all hours? There was a time when stores were open in the morning to the late afternoon during the week (with maybe one day a week open till eight or nine), a few hours on Saturday and closed on Sunday. And these stores thrived ... until the late 80's when things changed and retail outlets began staying open later and later. Why does a department store need to be operating at nine thirty pm on a Monday night? No wonder they are all going under. The days of disposable income are long gone; If stores went back to more sensible hours of operation they'd save money on all kinds of incidentals (heating, electricity etc), and maybe even be able to pay their staff a more living wage (or even offer them some much needed benefits).
4: Community Colleges: I am so glad I don't have children, especially when I hear the college tuition's parents are paying for their little darling to attend some ivy covered institute of higher learning. Funny thing is, when these kids graduate one of two things happen. Either the parents are broke, or the former student is up to his or her ass in loan debt. And then, the kid ends up busing tables or working at a video store because that job on Wall Street they thought they were getting is just not waiting for them.
Save some cash by sending your future care-takers to a community college. For instance, in my neck of the woods, a student can attend Burlington County College for about 1,351.00 (total 14 credit hours a semester) versus a years tuition at say, Bucknell which would cost about 39,000 (and that's not factoring room and board). Since most community colleges are not saddled with dorms, the only real added expense is transportation.
I went to a community college for my first two years, and then moved on to a state college ... and guess what? I make as much as the guy in the next veal pen who has his Masters and is still paying off his student loan well into his late 30's.
5: Stop Being a Consumer: You don't need that new computer, iPod, flat-screen TV, iPhone, or any other sparkly thing being dangled in your face - said item will not make your life better. Suck it up America! Be happy with what you have and refuse to be a mindless consumer. Buy what you need, not what you want. Imagine that!
OK, you've heard my take. How about you? What are your thoughts on the economic state of the country? What do you think should be changed that might help. Tell me! I'll post the best (and worst).
The rest of you, have a nice Saturday.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Fave Foto Friday (M.M. Edition).
Last summer, while in Beverly Hills, I shot this photo of a house that I was told was the home of Marilyn Monroe just before she met Joe DiMaggio ...
... and then someone pointed me in the direction of this photo of Norma Jean, and what's this? Why it's the very house from my photo in the background! Cool, huh? Plus what a great photo of Marilyn.***
And last, but never least, here is Miss Mags visiting wounded soldiers on the Canadian Front. Yes, Magnolia is truly an inspiration to us all.Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Just Warmin' My Self by the Fire
The wood man came.We piled the logs by the side wall outside until an obnoxious neighbor came over and said, "You can't stock the wood that close to your unit, it's a fire hazard!!!" The wood man (who was awfully cute in a scruffy / hippie sort of way) said, "Well then why don't you help us re-pile it elsewhere?"
Obnoxious neighbor says, "I'd help, but I had two heart attacks and three by pass surgeries". To which wood man replies, "Well, if you minded your business, your blood pressure might stay down".
Me and wood man laugh as obnoxious neighbor storms off.
We restock the wood by a tree and hope that we are not creating a fire hazard for the squirrels and birds who live in said tree.
As we are working, wood man tells me all about his life in Portland before he moved back to Jersey. I laughed as he told me about living deep in the woods of Jersey. When I asked him if he had a Trans Am up on cinder blocks on his lawn he guffawed and said, "Yeah, it used to belong to my sister!"
Anyway, when all was said and done, I brought in some of the logs and started a fire that has been burning beautifully all night long . Life is good.
Waitin' on the Woodman
I ordered a half cord of wood from a local yokel via Craigslist the other day, and I am currently waiting on delivery.Took the afternoon off as I was told that he'd be here between noon and four. I love those large windows of time.
In the meantime, I am watching this less than spectacular snowfall ... man, are the days of getting real blizzards over in my neck of the woods thanks to global warming?
Hope you all are having a pleasant day.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Tettering Cars, Trashy Wedding Incidents, Vaginal Injections and other Great Stuff
I understand that there is some kind of ball game going on today that's a big deal of some sorts ... never heard of it.
Here's some real exciting news for you to pour over while sipping your Sunday java:
Here's some real exciting news for you to pour over while sipping your Sunday java:
- YIKES! Here's the caption from this photo: A 1987 Dodge van hangs on a rock near Grand Junction, Colo., Jan. 21. Officials said the driver tried to steer the vehicle off a cliff in an apparent suicide attempt. The 34-year-old man survived the incident.
- GREAT MOMENTS IN AMERICAN WHITE TRASH: Did you hear about the Indiana woman who was not invited to her sister's wedding? Well, she crashed the nuptials and proceeded to engage in a hair pulling brawl with her married sis (STORY HERE)
- DID YOU HEAR THE ONE ABOUT THE BOY WHO DRESSED AS A GIRL SO HE COULD CHEAT ON AN EXAM? : Now you have (STORY HERE)
- SUSANNE SOMMERS IS A FREAK!: Vaginal injections (yes, you read that right) as well as 60 vitamins and supplements daily...read all about Suzy's bizarre regiment (STORY HERE)
- MICHAEL PHELPS IS A STONER! : So it seems that the big gallot is fond of bongs ... and the problem with that is???? (STORY HERE).
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