No use to talk it out.
We know what's it's all about...
Hangin' ar-ooownd..."*
Or to put it another way: He's back.
I've got the dreaded "Paul-Williams-is-singing-in-my-head syndrome". I hope that you now have it and I can be done.
Upton
*example of mondegreens. I like my version better and Paul knows my version too.
Yeah....so last night I posted what I had hoped would be -everything else- I had in mind about escapism and that movie, "The Tunnel". Oddly enough, it wasn't all. I had had a few beers so this ought not be a huge surprise but that's beside the point.
Final point...honest...no shit...ain't going back. Never.
If you've read the "Barsoom" stuff by Burroughs, have you had the epiphany that I did, where you link the "Gor" stories back to Burroughs by literary DNA? I think that it is possible that "Barsoom" is to "Gor" as, lets say, "Lucy" is to "Homo sapiens sapiens", only more so. Certainly better than T-rex to a pigeon.
What happened was tied to that damn movie....the actor, Richard Dix, made me think about Burroughs 'cause I thought he had been a movie Tarzan. I also thought about the other sci-fi movie of the same period, "Things to come", which was written by H.G. Wells.. Both guys were alive during this time (Wells died in the '40s and Burroughs in the '50s). So, there I am, ruminating on this and that and got to reading Burroughs and, whamo, we have naked ladies (or nearly so) on a distant planet in a different culture with slaves and swords and all sorts of stuff like that and it rang a huge bell, which we will call Quasimodo. Never mind.
ANyhow...if you've read the Barsoom stuff and the Gor stuff, is it possible that one leads from the other?
Speculating on crap like that is what I do while watching old movies at 3am, semi-drunk and unable to actually read a book. Weird? Maybe, but what do you do in like circumstances? Hmm? Yeah...I thought so. Not so weird now, is it bunky? :-P
Upton
So...about "The Tunnel"...it's a real period piece...in that we have offered two scenes where the British Prime Minister and the American President address their legislatures (Parliament and Congress, doncha know). This is done, in the movie, on TV, which is aired, live, in the respective chambers. In 1936. Or...'35...I forget at the mo. Anyhow.....the kicker about these 2 scenes: The PM is played by George Arliss, a Brit actor known for playing Benjamin Disraeli, another well known Brit PM. Cool, right? The American president is played by Walter Houston, father of John (who directed his dad in "Treasure of the Sierra Madre" along with Bogart and Tim Holt), and (Walter) is also the grandfather of Angelica and Danny. Very cool. Walter is a, in this movie, a patrician pol along the lines of FDR and Arliss is very like Chamberlain. Tres cool.
The ambience of the flic is both futuristic and contemporary (to it's time)...a mirror of what they thought they looked like at that moment, if you will.
Man-oh-man....I know there was a shit load of things I wanted to share about the movie and the books as well..but, now that I'm here typing, it is all gone. I'm well into a few beers, so that mightn't help.
To seque a bit: I just walked away from watching the first "Rambo" movie. It was based on a book called "First Blood", which, no surprise to you, I had read prior to the movie's creation. A very good story told well, in both print and film...not often done. But maybe it's one of those "...it was fine for it's time" books. I don't know if it'd have the same kick as it did in the '70s ...and then there is the whole vet thing too that might not have the same tug for youse as it did for me. (Intentional insertion of New Yawkese there).
Ok...now I'm back on track...the thing about "The Tunnel" ...the star was a guy named Richard Dix, an American. For the entire movie, I was sure he'd played Tarzan at some time...he had the build...the physicality...I was positive. (I may be wrong but I'm rarely unsure). Anyhow...that got me, in a strange way, back to the Edgar Rice Burroughs stuff that I had just finished. It seemed pre-ordained, in a way. I know that God has better things to do than listen to my minor snivels, so it was a nice surprise to feel like someone had done a macreme of coincidence to get me from one place to another. Anyone not follow that? It might be obscure but it works for me.
an aside: if that was obscure for you, please read "The Celestine Prophecy". All will be made clear. (it could be prophecies...I forget).
And, of course, now I've lost my train again. Damn.
I'm down on myself...but I'm
Upton Ogood
But, on the whole, I've been lucky. Sure, I've got some things going on right now that are a wee bit difficile (things always seem better if you can say 'em with an accent) and, so, I'm sitting around, licking my fatal wounds. And, what, you ask, is so lucky about that? Well, mon cherie, the lucky thing is this: when you want to run away, crying and screaming, the only thing you can really do is escape into your head and therein lies my luck!
I've had an unusual run of luck with books of late. In fact I've been burning through them so quickly that they've disappeared back to the library before I had a chance to write 'em down and add 'em to my "shelf". (Check out "Shelfari"...I think it's pretty cool).
And, while it's on my mind, please do give "Path to Glory" a shot. It's a wonderful read. Honest.
So...my latest? I found "Inferno" by Pournelle & Niven. A retelling of Dante's classic, updated with a sci-fi twist. I think I took a shot at this thing waaay back when but I barely remembered it this time when I picked it up. The curious thing though is not that I enjoyed it but that at the back of this thing, as I finished it, I noticed that the sequel is being (or just has been) published. So I've got one more to put on my to-do list of things to read.
But lemme back up a bit.
I picked up an old Heinlein book off my shelf. It's called "The number of the beast". It's one of the last things he wrote and, in it, he sort of took out all his old friends and said "goodbye" to them. One of the mentioned bunch was Carter of Barsoom...a character created by E. R. Burroughs. I decided to wander over and check it out. (yeah...how did I miss this stuff? well...I did). It was fun stuff. A little dated but what the hell...good stuff.
One thing leads to another.
I also got lucky in another way....I caught "The Tunnel" on TMC (or whatever it's called). This is a dandy movie done in 1935 about building a tunnel between New York and London, the point being to minimize or eliminate a potential war in Europe. It was really snazzy...the art-deco appearance of what was accepted as being the look/feel of the future to those folk. I'd only seen "Things to come" from '36. I didn't know that "The Tunnel" even existed. If you have seen neither, give 'em both a peek. It's really good stuff.
I also came across a new name (I think)....Kyle Mills. I read his "Lords of Corruption", about non-profits in Africa. It's a fast paced action adventure but quite good. Y'all might want to check him out.
So...bottom line....just when I needed some crap to take my mind of myself...voila! ... I got to run away in my head. And you must acknowledge the "Jefferson Airplane" and their advice:
".....remember what the dormouse said. Feed your head. Feed your head."
I'll drop by to see you all, so be careful. Don't let me catch you doing something you don't want me to see. You might be...
Upton Ogood
You are Geordi LaForge
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You work well with others and often fix problems quickly. Your romantic relationships are often bungled.  |
Click here to take the "Which Star Trek character am I?" quiz...
(Lifted from the lovely Mighty Lady Nanook at http://ladynanook.livejournal.com/
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UPDATE: About an hour later, I'm thinking about what I wrote and it struck me that I fucked up. So...here's the song and lyric. I should have done my due-diligence but, noooooo, I gotta act like I know evvvvvvery thing.
Remembering You
by Roger Kellaway and Carroll O'Connor Got a feelin' it's all over now - All over now, we're through.
And tomorrow I'll be lonesome, Remembering You.
Got a feelin' the sun will be gone - The day will be long and blue.
And tommorrow I'll be cryin', Remembering You.
There'a a far away look in your eye when you try to pretend to me,
That everything is the same as it used to be.
I see it's all over now - All over now, we're through.
And tomorrow I'll be startin' Remembering You.
Sorry 'bout that...It seemed easier to insert an update than lie about being right.
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Anyhow...I've been thinking about you, the occasional drop-by reader, the one who makes me want to come back and post. If it weren't for you, I'd just be another guy talkin' to himself....if you see what I mean.
Anyhow...here's the thing....I read "Path to Glory". You -have- to read this book. It's a wonderful story. It doesn't read like any genre I know of. It's not a huge story like "Hunt for Red October", which was also a novel novel. It doesn't deal with esoterica like "Pillars of the Earth" did in it's unique way. I can't describe it without maybe lessening the joy you'll find in this thing. If you're a Brit or Aussie you might take especial pleasure from this story as it features national heroes of both countries. It's the story of George Mallory.
Go read it. Trust me.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we find our hero waiting out the crowds so that he can take his family into town on/in their family buckboard to see the new re-imagined "Star Trek". Our hero has high hopes for this event. He also has low expectations of doing this for less than $100. Going to the movies ought not be an occasion for taking out a second mortgage, doncha think?
In other news...life is good in sunny California. The vines have come all a twitter with new tendrils and they're all doing their very best impression of a Chia pet. There seems to be fewer illegal tourists around at the moment but that could be because they're concerned with swine flu or something. Or maybe they're off doing other work that Americans won't do, spending money Americans won't spend and, thus, saving America for the next wave of illegal tourists.
I'm pretty sure that I like Mexicans. They're Irish without the drinking problem is all. I'm a "Black Irishman" after all and so they might be cousins on top of it too.
Just so you know...I don't think I've done a complete blog-slog in weeks. I drop by several sites during the day but I haven't hit everyone in God-know-how-long. So...if you're feeling Upton-deprived, don't take it personally...there's a lot of that going around. But I'm workin' on it.
I'm still lickin' my wounds. They're still fatal but crusting up nicely...thanks for asking.
Until next time, America...I remain...
Mr. Upton Ogood
ps...check out my bookshelf...I've added a number of recent reads...oh..and did I mention "Path to Glory"? Read it!!
Yeah...that's where I am these days. I might be in the last minute of the last reel. I dunno.
I'm spending lots of time licking my fatal wounds and wondering what comes next.
It's the whole "slings and arrows" thing, with appropriate pauses and dramatic effect.
It's a really long story, that has been told before by others, but since I'm living it I'm still waiting to see how it turns out. Since I don't know, I really don't feel like I can tell it just now (or maybe ever) because...there might be spoilers and I don't want to screw up the screen rights and action toy tie-ins. Know what I mean? (If Adolf Menjou wasn't dead, he'd be perfect for the "Upton" roll...him or William Powell..who is also dead. Jack Black could do it, at least the comic elements...but he'd never be the romantic hero with a flaw that we'd need. David Niven would also work...but he too lacks a pulse. Any thoughts?)
Anyhow...I'm around but, as a drama-free-zone, I'm prohibited in going into it.
Maybe my caffeine levels are just down. I'll work on that too.
I'll be around...but I'm pretty sure I won't be as active as I'd like, although that might be a good thing if your Upton-tolerance is low.
A Dios for now.
Upton
Your result for Test: What supervillain are you!?...
Bestiary
You have the instincst and power of an animal; no, you are far more powerful than an animal. You represent an animal, a tiger or maybe even a bear? You love to fight and express yourself physically. You like it a bit too much, as extreme vandalism is your prime.
You don't have any real goals. You do it for the rush, for the fun, for the excitement. You are powerful and want the whole world to know. So, you end up destroying things and killing people. You have a short temper and are extremely dominant. You want everything to go your way and are a sore loser.
You intend to win in whatever you do; good thing you are so extremely powerful, it'll help winning. You aren't the smartest fellow around, though I wouldn't say dumb either. You have good physiques and have incredibly strong instincts and a developed smell, hearing and sight.
You often get in fights with heroes. But you just 'smash' them to a pulp and show them who's the boss.
You are messy and never really finish up what you start with; unless it involves fighting.
You work alone; which can get kind of lonely, thus you demand more attention. Too bad for the world you try to get attention the wrong way; the painful way. Painful for them, that is.
Every once in awile, especially if you're not paying attention, you'll pick up, osmotically, lyrics. Now, generally, lyrics are put to a tune and words are selected as much for their content as their ability to rhyme..uh...rhythmically. Moon and June and spoon..all those words that got beat up by "Tin Pan Alley" back in the day (as is the current phrase). Sometimes these mindless noodlings work well. Sometimes you get something icky.
"A younger girl keeps rolling 'cross my mind". John Sebastian (spelling?) wrote that...or at least sang it. It always made me feel like I was watching a predator, a guy who had a teeny-bopper on his radar and couldn't quite resist the allure of underage nooky. It made/makes me feel unclean.
But then, the same guy comes along and gives me "....for the great relief of having you to talk to".
After a very long weekend, Felashe got back Sunday morning, did her church thing, came home...did a church project thing...went back out...puttered about...and napped for a bit....we watched 3 episodes of "The Shield" and she collapsed.
On Friday and Saturday I had some difficulty. Fra had come out and coaxed me into playing. So, there I was, late night, drinking and watching old movies on TV. I was so bad, the need to feel and fill my night, that I even watched the Neal Diamond version of "The Jazz Singer" again. I watched all sorts of crappy old movies and one or two that were less crappy but still not anything I'd offer as a suggestion to y'all ('cause, after all, I like you). But, here's the thing, every once in a while, I'd turn to the empty space on her side of the bed, ready to point out a minor actor or remark on the plot or something foolish, and, wham, I'd be surprised by the vacancy. There was a spooky thing going on. It was palpable. The space was full of empty.
I dunno if you've ever felt that. A repulsive vacuum.
I guess it's one of those unspoken side affects of love.
I was greatly relieved, not by talking to her, but just by having her there to talk to. Know what I mean?
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In other news....I've been out and about a lot this last week. Spent a lot of time in and around Napa. Over the winter, all the vines had been cut back and cleaned up, leaving a stem and twin branches on each plant. Early last week I noticed that the plants were beginning to show green, the first signs of new growth. I was struck with a bit of internal conversation where the phrase "fruit of the cruciform" came up. Then I made a connection to the time of year. I went slightly religious then and flashed back to my earliest religous training. Funny how that works. The Jesuits are right: show me a boy at seven and I'll show you the man. Ecce homo.
For those of you of the Christian persuasion, "ecce homo" has significance and I do not mean to imply equivalency between Upton and that Man, who was/is the fruit of another cruciform. And, now that I think on it, I've babbled my way into a corner. Better bail out now while the plane is still flying.
Leaving now, after the religious conversation, makes you think I'm really not...
Upton Ogood (but I am)
It seems that I've been abandoned. Felashe and Queen Ogood are out and about, visiting "Wally World" while I slave in the vineyard (as it were) taking care of Girly-girl, the former flat-chested flautist who is now the penis-less pianist (owing to the fact that the titty fairy has whacked her double hard with that titty wand). Ah...I can feel your sympathy coming in waves. But hold off a sec...it gets better. To bond with, or otherwise pacify the aforementioned final off-spring, I sat and watched "Twilight" last night. It was this, more than loneliness, that allowed Fra to sneak up on me and ambush me (a skill he acquired while living in the Italian alps as a member of a Cistercian order, I think it was). Ah me...what a dreadful movie.
As a father, and devout layabout, I took it upon myself to read the "Twilight" series. I did this because, A, my girls were both reading and raving about them and, B, it's easier to read a book that is laying around than fetch one from the li-berry. They are a tolerable tale but nothing especially special. They are, however, wildly popular amongst a certain aged and ovary-enabled group and, therefore, highly sought after as a source of revenue for the movie making folk. A lot of money will be made with this series. I know this because the girls, Queen and Girly-girl, invested their own money obtaining a couple of the novels and a copy of the movie.
If you have kids of early teen age, you already know about this phenomenon. If you don't...please...save your time and remaining brain cells and dodge the movie. You might want to peek at the books but only if you know, going in, that they are juvenile.
For the more adult amongst you, may I recommend visiting "Sageville". There's a link on the side. Go check him out...especially today's post. I love it!
http://jsgotgame.blogspot.com/2009/04/ma
You not only owe it to yourself, but to me and the rest of humanity. The fate of the world my rest on it. And there will be a test, so pay attention.
Talk at you soon, because I'm still
Upton Ogood
On the other hand, I pissed away my good guy karma when, for "Earth day" (or whatever it was called) on Saturday, I turned on all the lights just so I could see how everyone else in the neighborhood was doing. I don't know about you, but I can't see in the dark. It made sense at the time.
In the good news for the week category: I'm expecting season 4 of "The Shield" to start arriving. Also, same category, I finished watching HBO's mini-series, "John Adams". It was pretty good, although the first episode was a tad slow. It was also a nice counterpoint to current political shennanigans to see how the originators of our country acted as opposed to the current deconstructionists. (ok..so I slid out of the good news category..sorry).
We said goodbye to "Battlestar Galactica" this past weekend. If you haven't seen it, give a go. It's worth the time. Really.
We also said goodbye to four cops this past week. It was not a happy thing. You might have heard of the incident. A parolee shot two officers with a handgun after they stopped him for a traffic citation. Having shot them, he then stood over them and executed them. He fled to his sister's nearby appartment where he rearmed himself with an AK-47. A swat team, acting on a tip, entered and, while they searched the area, our gunman opened fire from inside a closet killing two and wounding a third. A columnist, Chip Johnson, for the SF Chronicle decided that this was cause to revisit gun control laws since the AK is an "assault" weapon. I think the obvious needs to be addressed: a felon, on parole, has a gun. WTF! Gun control only insures that law abiding citizens are disarmed. Besides, in this political atmosphere, an unarmed electorate is much more manageable. And, I'm afraid, that the re-emergence of National Socialism, in a new and improved disguise, in this country might need to be addressed directly by the citizenry. And if that is the case, you don't want to try to face down the new "brown shirts" with rocks and stinging taunts.
Ok...so I slid clear off the nice-guy chart on that one, but it's my blog and I'll expound if I wanna.
I guess I need to detox my cranky by loading up on caffeine, nicotine and sugar. Maybe take a nap too.
Talk at you later
Upton
I am looking around for a "Tea party" in my neighborhood. To quote from my last post (it's a lovely tirade from a Brit rep to the EU) it was said: "You can't borrow your way out of debt". I love it.
But about anxiety: it's not just the outlook for the country or, rather, it's really mostly about something dumb. I'm in a cooking contest this evening and, from what I gather, the slam-dunk-take-home-the-trophy moment might be a wee bit out of reach. Or to put it another way: I was delusional when I thought I was a lock to win.
I also had a rather odd thing occur today: my kids met my ex. They helped her on a project. Of course, I was hoping that they'd come home and ask "why didn't you kick the crazy to the curb sooner?" but, no, one of 'em was overheard to say "....oh..and I -LOVE- her." Ah well. Maybe I had better taste in women than they had in men.
Anyhow...I'm home alone. The boys are in town to do that project thing but are now out. One is with Felashe and the girls at the cooking thing, the other is pursuing an opportunity to fuck up. It's what I would have been doing at his age at any rate.
Fra just showed up, so I'm having my first beer of the evening.
I've done my first full blog-slog in a very long time. I didn't take time to comment anywhere but it's nice to know that you're all still: pregnant, in love, getting over the last love, starting a new job, looking for work or otherwise living life. Y'all know what I mean.
BTW...if anyone sees Clayton Holiday, tell him Upton said "hey".
Heres my new iteration of my book shelf.
That is all for now. Or, at least, that is all that I care to discuss.
Mr. Upton Ogood
Every time I'd think to sit and write I'd tell myself to avoid all the political crap that is in the air. Since that was all that was on my mind, or at the very least, the front of my mind, it was rather difficult to find something else to talk about...and so I avoided it all.
But, popular demand requires me to return...okay...I only got one poke but I figure that one person represents the vast majority of the American population, the rest being reticent to intrude no doubt.
Beyond, and besides, all that life, in the form of various slings and arrows, jumped up and bit me on the ass. I haven't had a proper blog-slog for about a week. And that's just plain wrong. I had several very long days on the road and a few full family functions (fun?). It all took me away.
I could also blame, though I won't, my dear pal Fra Ogood. He's been at my elbow (mostly while it's being bent) egging me on.
But there is good news! I got my book jones back. And to top that off, I also got my girls to read Heinlein. This, to me, is very cool. Girly-girl Ogood deigned to allow as "Door into summer" was a good story. As a fourteen year old she clearly has critc's chops.
Spring has also sprung here in sunny California. You can tell that it is spring by the green of the hills, the warmth of the afternoons and the prescence of so many undocumented tourists in the grape fields and factories (doing all those jobs that Americans won't do, doncha know). |I'm told that every Californian pays out about $1200 every year in state tax to cover the cost of illegals for health and other social services...which must be available, by law, because, I guess, they are services that other Californians won't use or something...but I did say "don't get me started" so I won't|
Anyhow...life is good. However everything that doesn't piss me off seems to disappoint and that's not very nice.
I'm into season 4 of "The Shield", I've only one episode of Battlestar Gallactica remaining and two discs of HBO's "John Adams" to see. I'm cooking through various summer-read type books and Queen Ogood has a brand new copy of "Max" that is calling to me. So, yeah, life is good.
Oh...and Fra Ogood and I are both...
Upton Ogood
(yeah...up to no good...but you knew that, right?)
I promised myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
and climbing to the top
will throw myself off
in an effort to
be clear to whoever
what it's like when you're shattered.
Left standing in a church, in the lurch
with people saying, "My God that's tough
she stood him up. No point in our remaining.
May as well go home." As I did, on my own,
alone again. Naturally.
Once again proving that God so loved the Irish for "their songs are so sad and their wars are so merry".
The tune is from back in the early 70's (I think) by a, seemingly, Irish fellow. It was a pretty big hit at the time as you can tell since I've got the lyric by heart.
Reported today, in the SF Chronicle, by Leah Garchick: "St. Patrick's day is like Cinco de Mayo for white people".
I was going to work in a joke about a hoarse horse, but I liked that one better. I'm sure you do too.
Life is good but familiar. Like "Groundhog day" except the calendar changes. Boring. Tedious.
Sorry. It's all I've got. All my good stuff winds up getting spilled on my pillow as I drift off to sleep. A sort of nocturnal expression. At least, that way, you don't catch me in any grammatical errors. (Yeah...there's always an up side!).
Talk at you later because I'm
Upton Ogood
ps...
Mi Casa, su casa....in Obama's world, that's getting to be just way too close to being true.
In the matter of truth, Casa Ogood no longer has a moat. It was removed by a power greater than I. I assume this was done in order to further reduce it's re-sale value. (Don't get me started on that either).
I guess I'm overly cranky today. I'm forcing my caffeine and nicotine levels but it doesn't seem to be helping. I guess I'm getting overly ovary in the cranky department. Y'all know what I mean.
Partly my cranky has to do with my crank. Partly I'm Krank, that is to say, sick. I've still got this chest thing going on. I had a cold/flu/ebola thing a number of weeks ago. I thought I'd beaten it, but it just went all guerilla on me. I'm still trying to cough up a lung..it's just small pieces now rather than the whole thing. (sorry...thought you needed to know). The other part is that my back is a wee bit out of sync with the rest of me. I have a stiff neck from ...well...where ever you get them. Over all: cranky.
By the by...we all know that the German word for sick is 'krank', right? Interesting thing there that 'sick' became equivalent to irritated in a vague, undefined way. Ok...at least -I- think it's interesting.
Otherwise, life is good. Sunny California is sunny once more. The hills have gone from gold to green. It's how we know that it's winter.
Revisiting a quote: "I'm at the age where, having learned, finally, how to avoid temptation, now temptation avoids me".
Also, by the by, my ciggies just went up to a bit over $40 per carton.
What do you get when you give an animal all the tools, hormones, etc. to propagate except the opportunity?
Upton Ogood
(I hate it when I'm my own punchline.)
Heigh-ho from sunny California where, today at least, the sunshine is puddling around the casa, so deep, that I'm feeling medieval... oh yeah... so mote it be. (I love puns....what? you don't? Aw...sorry.)
Yeah...so anyhow, it's raining. It's a ground saturating thing. Lots of standing water. Lots of snow in the mountains. What do that mean? Why it means that the Govinator has declared that California is on drought alert. (I think he takes his science cues from "Fat Albert).
Speaking of Fat Al, anyone notice the "Global Warming" demonstration in D.C. getting snowed out/in?
It would be very informative, mostly to you true believers in global warming, if all those snazzy computer models that predict dire outcomes would be used to forecast next year's "pick-a-day". Wouldn't that be cool? Let's just see how accurate those computer models really are. Then we'd have a clue how accurate they'd be over the 100 years that they're used to predict for. Y'all with me on this?
I was sitting here last night, sucking down a beer or three and waiting for "Heroes" to start, when the house sort of shook and rattled, not from an earthquake but from a huge gust of wind...it lasted a few minutes and had lots of rain. It made me think of y'all. It occurred to me that the difference between Kansas and California is that, when big wind hits, the debris of Kansas winds up in Oz, while Californian debris contains a real Oz in Ozzie Osborne. And, yes, when the storm is over, we will rebuild him. :-)
I dunno about you, but I can't wait to find out what happened to Jack of "Jack-in-the-box" after his bus accident. Just not enough to go to their web site.
I'm still one episode shy of being entirely caught up with Battlestar Gallactica. It seems that they don't post last week's episode until this week's episode has aired, thus causing me to always be one episode out of sync. I guess I'll just plod along and watch on-line.
We're still experiencing a bad book run. I guess that Ziegfield book was more toxic than I first speculated. I haven't finished a book in about a week and it's odd. I've started three or four in that time and just couldn't slog through one of 'em.
I have lots of political pissing and moaning going on but I'll spare you, at least for now, but there is one huge "I fuckin' told you so" working.
We, as a couple, are still "two ships in the night"...although I did get a sudden surge when I got a peek at her superstructure the other night.
Anybody got any favorite porn links they wanna share?
If you do, I'll be a grateful
Mr. Upton Ogood
I remarked last night to Felashe that we had missed our anniversary. It seems that a few weeks ago, more or less, marked the day that we began co-habiting. Uh...that was (brace yourselves)...thirty years ago. We married less than two years later to save one or the other of us from a life of sin. Fortunately, it didn't work..the avoidance of sin thing. And, I can say quite truthfully, to misquote Frost, it's made all the difference.
The funny/odd thing about the factoid that I brought up was this: we both wondered, aloud and internally, where the fuck did all the time go? And, after all this time, why haven't we gotten it perfect by now? (You probably can guess which observation was aloud).
All I can tell you, that is worth anything at all, is this: You only get one chance at each moment in your life. Take as many as you can because, when you're on the other side of the hill with me, you won't want to look back and say "I regret...".
The worst thing in the world is NOT making a mistake. The worst is not taking a chance.
Go, now, the mass has ended. (Ita misa est)
Go with the blessings of a kind and loving....
MR. Upton Ogood
ps..you're welcome
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