Friday, July 24, 2009

I am too old for this.... and too young to stop

I think I need a BLT for lunch. I have fresh lettuce and the tomatoes are fresh. Just a little bacon is alla I need.

In other news......

I went to the river last night to listen to a little rock&roll. Summers are short and the weather was good and the place was full of bunches of good looking women and the beer was cold and the music was great and I stayed up way too late and now I am writing long run on sentences and wishing I wasn't at the office.

Rusted Root did a great show and I am glad I went, but now my mouth feels like it is full of dancing pickles. Which is better than last night when they were dancing in my head.

I'm not sure what that is supposed to mean. Hopefully nothing.

But the good news is that I just got a new Archie McPhee catalog and there is a nifty new product I just have to have.......

Handerpants™Are you really naked under those gloves? For Pete's sake, put on some Handerpants! These 95% cotton, 5% spandex, fingerless gloves have the look and feel of men's briefs. Slip them on underneath your gloves for extra warmth and protection from chafing! Wear them on their own as a vaguely inappropriate fashion statement! Hundreds of uses! Fits most adult hands.

I guess they would help when I need to grab a pickle.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Long, long ago, in the dim recesses of my memory..... and there is no space in my memory that is well lit, I recall my first public performance at college, UW-O, a Reader's Theatre presentation of Jonathon Livingston Seagull.
Does anyone else remember that thin little book that sold gazillion some copies in the hippier-than-thou-let's-all-love-each-other early 70's?

Wow! I remember sitting there in front of a audience reciting lines like:

"How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there’s reason to life! We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!"
and this:

"The only true law is that which leads to freedom," Jonathan said. "There is no other."
and this:

“No, Jonathan, there is no such place. Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect.”
and the happy ending thing:

Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that gull’s life is so short and with these gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.

I just remembered that story, today, out of the blue!

And I think back and realized how much I hated that fucking book!~!~!~!

Songs that stick in your head till you puke!

Ah, ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann
Oh Barbara Ann, take my hand
Barbara Ann
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'Barbara Ann
ba baBa Barbara Ann

Went to a dance, lookin' for romance
Saw Barbara Ann, so I thought I'd take a chance
With Barbara Ann, Barbara Ann
Take my hand
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'

(Oh! Oh!)

Rockin' and a-reelin'Barbara Ann
ba baBa ba ba ba
Barbara AnnBa
ba ba ba
Barbara Ann
Barbara Ann, take my hand
Barbara Ann
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann

ba baBa
Barbara Ann

Tried Peggy Sue
Tried Betty Lou
Tried Mary Lou
But I knew she wouldn't do
Barbara Ann
Take my hand
Barbara Ann
Take my hand
You got me rockin' and a-rollin'
Rockin' and a-reelin'
Barbara Ann

ba baBa
Barbara Ann
Just Sayin'

Monday, July 20, 2009

I blog, therefore I am a donut!

Ok. A discussion came up over the weekend... 'Why do you blog, jimm?"
Huh!? For a moment I thought they expected an intelligent answer, then I realized that they really did know who they were talking to and an intelligent, thoughtful answer was the last thing in a response that they expected.

"Cause I like to." I said. "It's your turn to buy a beer."
"That's not much of an answer."
"That wasn't much of a question."
"But who reads your shit, anyways?"
"It doesn't matter. I wrote shit for years on little yellow tablets with a #2 pencil, and no one read that shit, either. I don't care. I like to. 'n' it's still your turn to buy a beer."
And that's the truth. I don't care. Not really. The accrued benefit is what I am all about.

What Benefit! Ha! Take this! and stick it in your MicroSoft!!

The deal is.... for no money down... without a home computer.... without a clue...for no reason whatsoever&stuff... I can connect to people I like, or think I like, or like the things I like, and likely or not, it seems that a few of them like me. Whoa! go figure that one! But I have no concern about comments, or reads or hits or Technoratzi..... I just like doing this. Done&Done!

....So.... there it is! And along those lines.... of doing what I want, just because I want to.... I am posting a link-ee to Gumbo Pages
and Chuck's Weblog, Looka. It was the first blog I ever visited, about three years or so ago. I just wanted a seafood gumbo recipe and what I found was..." cocktails, food, New Orleans culture and music." I think his description is mild. There is fantastic food porn photos, cocktail photos, the continuing adventures of Chuck&Wes....and lotza good music revenues and information and much, much more! I never comment at Looka.... I don't think Chuck cares one way or another, either. He is just doing what he likes..... and has been doing it for ten years. Now in bloggy years, that is like, wowsers, forever.
So, I don't care who reads me.... but my Pick of the Day is Chuck at Gumbo Pages.

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