Ok...I will admit to drinking. What are you gonna do when you have a Pooka who looks like a St. Bernard bringing you beer? Geez... I knowww. Anyhow... life is good, except for the part where it's not....but it all ends well so don't worry....
Now...let's see how this turns out....and, yes, I'm still stupidly sentimental....suddenly getting laid, (frequently, I might add), will do that to a drinking mick, but you knew I suspect. ;-)
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I'm Upton Ogood, and I approve of Al Jolson
It is an unfortunate thing, but it is what it is.
I seem to spend a lot of time in bed. I also spend a lot of time in head. But, I suppose, the later is entirely part of the human experience.
I am, on the whole, well.
I am, on the whole, avoiding that final hole. (Y'all with me here?) I don't expect that this is the final entry, but, to be honest, I have had a conversation where instructions were passed where a last entry might be made.
If Y'all care, do...please...stay tuned.
I know I will.
I'll give you this.
"Welcome to sunny California....please dress warm!"
Winter left early, so it might be a dry year...not a good thing.
Summer came early...so fire, if you like that sort of thing, might be a bit more prominent in the news.
Save the last two days, it's been terribly warm during the day and wildly good sleeping weather at night. Meaning ...cold but not frigid. (Don't go out at night in short sleeves...K?)
Anyhow...gas had been $3.99 for about a month and has dropped $0.14 nationwide recently, but because California, God bless the mindless souls here, has it's own formula, the price spicked to $4.07 (for cash) or $4.14 on plastic.
But there is good news...
.....can I back to you that last?
I am about to score a marriage for one of the offspring. This is a Martha Stewart "good thing". Of all my kids, this is the first. So, for all that I =think= I'm doing well, there are several kids who didn't take to whole traditional thing. Still, as a consolation, the others are overtly gay and none of them have produced progeny, for whom my saintly mother would have had some words of "dis-approbation" (you are welcome).
By the way, I came across a kid who didn't know what a "Mobius strip" was....even without the oumlaut. This was a sad moment for me. But, being a hero, of a sort, I overcame and made him one...explained about it's uniqueness.....and Mobius. He is now a better human being because of me ....and I can rest peacefully for it. Or not.
Try this: Check out my recipe for pizza dough, or any recipe you like.
Here's the kick: After first rise, freeze it. Then, when you're ready, defrost it...depending on dough ball size, 3-4 minutes in the microwave, turn and repeat....THIS IS AT DEFROST LEVELS....Not cook, K?
Anyhow....after that, if it's thawed all the way, let it rest at room temp...that cold shit is hard on the fingers.
When Ready, roll out the dough to @ 1" or there abouts. Place on aluminum foil, on a cookie or baking sheet. Cut the dough into @ 1" strips...take olive oil and brush the whole mess...sprinkle garlic powder....sprinkle (lightly) dry basil, and if you're feeling festive, some of that dry parmesean crap in a tube/can. bake at 400 to 450F for 8-14 (you -haveta- check so it doesn't burn, K?).... then serve with some caned or bottled pizza sauce as a dip. Trust me...if it's warm, people will think you're the next Iron Chef. IT's no-shit that good....and that easy.
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Without going Edward R. Murrow on you, I would like to report the bad-news, good-news: After a -long- dry spell, and for none-of-your-business-reasons, Felashe and I have a sex life! (the bad news was that we didn't, but let's not dwell). The really good news is: for, obviously, entirely pysch reasons, Viagra didn't work for me. Now it do. -And-, ta-da, it seems to work for her....and this is good because I'm to old to look for a a long term relationship replacement...(at least for now...)
"Did you leave the hall lights on or is the house on fire?"
I had lain down for a nap and gotten into that sweet, sweet spot where you know that sleep is .... just there; don't reach, it'll come to you ...and I got a buzz that told me I had a text message. I, being a normal, selfish sort, ignored it and continued to zone into that sweet, sweet spot....and buzz again. Ok....somebody died. I have to look. So I roused myself and fiddled the phone to see what was the matter.....first text: "Did you take my keys?". Second text: "Never mind".
Yup...what roused me was a "Never mind" text.
There are few things in life as ...(ahem)....bothersome(?)...as a "Never mind" text...and yet there is always the voice, enchanting and endearing (vocally and lyrically) that, never the less, hangs on like:
You are welcome...and I am
Mr. Upton Ogood
Anyhow...you need to check it out. It will do you no harm....and it'll tell you where my head is at these days...
Can you guess of whom I refer? I doubt it...
God gave rock and roll to us and He also gave us.....
Mr. Upton Ogood
(be grateful)
That and it's 35f at 9:30am. What more could you ask for to start the week?
But wait! There's more!! Ok, Johnny....tell 'em what the won!!
That's right, Biff....it's a big, bright, brand new box of give-a-shit.
I'm still dragging ass around with my slowly diminishing Tasmanian munge. It's wearing me out. Sorry for the bitching.
I shall try again later in the day or week, whenever I can cure my bad attitude.
Upton
At that time I mentioned that I saw her in, what I considered, a forgettable film in which she was cast as God. I also remarked that I considered it "type casting".
Seeing her tonight I can only reaffirm that call.
Geez. I think she's gorgeous.
That is all. Pardon the interruption.
Upton
The Tasmanian Munge, which is still afflicting me, has drained me of all ambition beyond finding a warm place to lay down. It's a curious thing.
Mrs. Ogood has, using the powers of "Doctor Mom", has diagnosed "walking pneumonia". Having lost all ambition, beyond the previous stated limitation, I can only nod and whimper, "yeah...whatever".
I am not going to hospital. After I fueled up last week, I wound up sending my ride to the auto-hospital. They kept it 3 days. $600 later, and it's still old. And no idea why it did that thing that it did. (and, to some degree, is still doing). This has put me off somewhat...that and the idea that folks go into hospitals and don't come out (ambulatory).
And speaking of bad news on the doorstep....I fueled up this morning for $4.19 a gallon. That's .20 more than last Wednesday (or thereabout). You fill in the punch line.
It's currently 54F at 10am. It's sunny and windy and dry-ish, after a night and a day of drizzle. The folks up in the mountains are looking forward to, or are in the midst, of an expected 5 feet of snow. That is a good thing, if you recall that our water supply -is- that snow pack.
As an aside, I'm still looking for the Newt-ster to pop up and come on strong very soon.
I also still wish on stars. ('cause it makes no difference who you are, doncha know).
If you take anything from any of my posts, please take this: Be most excellent to each other ... and party on, dude!
You are welcome.
I am Upton Ogood. Eat your heart out.
I once said, right here as a matter of fact, not to worry: the republic will survive even this. Now I wonder.
Anyhow. As far as the Republican primary crap goes...I'm personally holding my breath for the Newt-ster. Failing that, I'll for the Anyone-but-Romney candidate (even Ron Paul...maybe. Okay. Nah...just kiddin'....in a I'm-still-thinking-it-over kind of way).
In other non-news, it's 61F at 10am here in sunny California, with a high of 73 and a low of 48 expected. A bit of wind but otherwise fair and dry.
In other forecasted news: I should be an empty nester in about 18 months, more or less.
Anybody else thinking about it being Ash Wednesday? Yeah....I'm mulling it over. Stay tuned ... or not.
Sorry...I'm still bummed about that gas thing. That's just about pushing the edge of my personal budget thing. Much more and I'm screwed.
Sing along:
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she doesn't have a lot to say.
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.
I want to tell her that I....
Am Upton Ogood, what else?
I'm still taking all that Nyquill crap to help sleep and Day-quill shit to muddle through and I still feel like warmed over doggy poo.
On the up side, I are not dead.
Got new books to read. One by Stephen King and one by Koonts. I'm mushing through a recent Ben Bova and so on....but the munge that I have seems to have me reading days what normally would take me hours.
But other than that, life is good.
We met Mordred's new lady friend. Tried hard to run her off but she seems tough.
Lots of Hercules talk about the upcoming event...and how best to cash in.
Yeah....that's all I've got....and a day off too.
See ya 'round
the mulberry bush.
Upton
Ever hear of a guy called "Miracle Max"? Looks a lot like Billy Crystal, but aging badly...which actually looks a lot like me..but that's another post.
So...yeah...there was a pill...and voila! He is risen (without the blasphemy incidental to that statement).
All I can say is .....the difference betwixt Whitney and me....I don't know Bobby Brown. It probably saved my life and cost her hers. Or so I surmise.
What it actually took was four days of bed rest....a shit load of OTC drugs and coma like sleep.
I hope I was missed as much as I would have missed me had I not woken up alive.
Or, like George Hayes, who lives on somewhere...I'm sure he'd rather live on here.
"Or would you like to swing on a star....carry moon beams home in a jar and be better off than you are...
Or would you rather be...."
Mr Upton Ogood
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