THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU WEBMASTER!!!!
Dennis, you ARE the BEST!!!
One little snarky comment on my blog and he responded immediately. RebL and SuzArt are now enabled, as are you all. If you want to comment, look under “Meta” and hit “Register” and you can make all the comments you want, or so I’m told. I’m going to send out this URL so that my whole address book can look at Blogblah.
Sunday afternoon
George O and John H came by and kidnapped me for another late afternoon of filming for their movie. We got shots of me driving through my neighborhood, around Lake Hefner and soulfully smoking at the dam. Later, we got drinks at Braum’s and hit a lick there as well. Those guys are a lot of fun to hang with, but the part they have me portraying, a sort of Don Juan of Oklahoma City, has me sketchy since that’s not really who I am. By putting the focus on my lovelife and then exaggerating it, they leave out things like blogging, painting, writing, practicing law and being devoted to a group of really wonderful friends. That’s cinema, I suppose, and just shots of me struggling with a keyboard aren’t exactly the kind of action one wants in a film. On the other hand, I’ve already got enough trouble with my daughter and others about my dating attitudes and my “rep” as a ladies’ man is already an obstacle to me meeting and having a relationship with women of appropriate age and stage of life. Ah, well, no doubt the universe unfolds as it should.
The Gary
One of my friends, The Gary, is just flat the goodest guy to know and care about ever. I’m not going to wax eloquent, but one thing he does is host a bunch of us at his pool, as he did yesterday. Maybe 10 or so of us gathered there for a little conversation, a little dish of the 12 X 12 and its attendees, and a roundup of current doings by each of us, checking in with friends. The Gary is the consummate host not only to those of us he regards as close friends, but also to our four-legged companions, of which three guarded us from all evil squirrels and birds as well as each other. The smallest of the dogs, Hannah, was, of course, the most fierce. It’s the best deal in town — access to a private pool without having to skim it and check the chlorine and iced tea brought poolside to boot.
JL,
A liberal “womanizing pig” in a God fearing wholesome red city ruled by the God fearing wholesome corporate offices of Kerr-McGee. If Jesus were here right now he would teach you a few things about your womanizing ways. But alas you will have to wait till sometime next week or the week after. He is having some difficulty crossing the border because with all the hurricanes and such it is just no fun to forge the Rio unless some nationalistic redneck is there to make a fool of by screaming ” open borders for all” in the dark where he cannot get a good shot. They fall for this old trick so repeatedly that one simply has to believe in intelligent design otherwise why would God provide such a robust level of pleasure to the instigator. Womanizing at your level is best left to our latin kin because they have a culture that provides the necessary justification and the tight pants. What would a bull fighter be if not a Romeo that happens to get medieval on livestock and excessively outgoing around women as compared to say a Edmond conservative where the opposite might be true.
There probably should be some clever summation to this that ties the story line together in a way that provides the reader or JL with some orgasmic ephedrine type of revelation about life in the big city but all I can really say is congratulations and keep on blogging.
Stringband