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March 24, 2009 (updated)

Vintage RayBans

Vintage RayBans


I chose carefully the thumbnail photo of myself for this little post because it’s a picture of me that shows a woman’s dilemma: love to hate that kind of guy, hate that they love that kind of guy. Or, at least that’s the conclusion I draw from a Huffpost column by a middle aged widow, “Why I’m Alone.” The piece reminds me in large part of Flibbertigibbet’s frequent postings about her dear departed Jay and subsequent closet moments. I’ll be interested to hear/read her reaction to this woman’s reasons for not having a man in her midlife, some of which, btw, sound a little like “sour grapes” to me — “no one can take the place of the special man I was with” — yeah, right. It seems to her there’s a dearth of special men out there, but what I wondered is how many special men are going after a bitter and dowdy middle aged woman who will always be comparing you to a benchmark set by a dead guy she’s idealized the hell out of. But maybe that’s just me and maybe, as MCARP says, your mileage may vary.
Speaking of Mike C, he seems to be holding out well in the absence of longrydehome, whom I’m told is out of the country. He’s bought himself a new stereo and is marveling at the technological advances in the 35 years since he last bought a stereo. All is calm for Mike as long as he’s not in the stream of life and he’s got his animals and warm, fuzzy red blanket.
There seem to be more creature comforts on 15th Street than in a cave on a cold mountain, but perhaps satori can be found wherever you are. I sure as hell wouldn’t know.
I still really don’t have time to do much blogging other than this hit-and-run, driveby stuff and I’ve got photos from Tulsa to sort through before I can talk about last weekend, if I can get to it at all. I’m running hard trying to drum up some business so I can keep paying for the internet, so if you know of someone who needs a good and honest lawyer at rock bottom fee schedules, please send them to me. I really need the work/income.
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February 15, 2009 (updated)

Looking on

Looking on


VALENTINE’S DAY
I had a lovely Valentine’s day weekend. I ran the gamut of emotions: content, happy, joyful, ecstatic, blissfully asleep. I ignored the troubles of the world and focused on the moment. I cooked a couple of meals, steak and salad Saturday night. I received in abundance validation and emotional fulfillment. Did some interesting things like antique shopping, thrift stores, book stores, coffee. Stress free and full of laughter and intimacies.
By comparison, my blogging buddy Flibbertigibbit vents a bit about Valentine’s and relationships and flirting and that whole boy-girl thing.
MindOverMary posts with passionate kindness and urgent wisdom in a lovely essay that made me admire my sister even more than ever.
Mom-A-Tron, aka RebL, gives us a lesson in green valentines that, I must admit, express a far more true and everlasting valentine than the pink and red crap we seem to favor.
LongRydeHome had a weekend full of trauma (a trip to the ER) and drama (a personal feud gone all bloggy) and despite the fact that MCARP shows up in a great many of her episodes, he has nothing whatsoever to report at 3:40 a.m. Wednesday through Saturday.
Sweet mystery of life.
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January 6, 2009

THE EYES OF TEXAS …

great football game!

great football game!

No matter what happens from here on out, it was good to be a Texas and/or Big 12 fan at the end of the Fiesta Bowl. It was by far the best bowl game of the season so far and one of the better games I’ve ever watched. Great football teams come from behind, they find a way to win, and Colt McCoy and Texas and Mack Brown passed the test against a quality Big 10 team.

BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY!!!

BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY!!!


Of course, this now means that no matter what happens on Thursday, both Texas and Utah are going to claim to be national champions AND Texas will continue to believe that Oklahoma “stole” the Big 12 Title and the chance to play Florida and actually BE national champs rather than just claim it. If Oklahoma loses to Florida, the hue and cry will be heard ’round the world. Horns will weep in the street and lynch mobs will be formed. There will be an attempt by a small group of Texans to secede from the union. For being so proud of their so-big state, they can cry like babies over football. Of course, Sooners are never, ever, ever crybabies and that 15-15 tie didn’t phase me a bit. We’re just cool. We have “Sooner Magic”, which means that we find a way to come back. Except when we don’t. Please Please Please Coach Stoops win this one, OK? I’ll get excited about college basketball around the time of the Big 12 tournament and maybe not until the sweet 16 in March. Oh! Before I forget, there’s also USC that thinks they have a claim to the title of national champions. They won the Pac 10 and beat Penn State in the Rose Bowl and really looked dominating.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Sometime during my marriage, my wife must have bought “my-fault” insurance.

WHAT? NO POLITICS?

The truth is that after the November elections, I’d been following politics closely for my whole life and started being interested in the presidential election in the fall of 2007 and built up to the point that I was honest to goodness reading political stuff on the internet from 8 to 12 hours every single day. I know that the story about Bill Richardson bowing out is important, as is the appointment of Leon Panetta to head CIA, but I just can’t get too excited about it. It’s not that I think anybody much cares about my political pronouncements, but I’ll talk and write about it again and more and to the distraction of some, but I’m just not feeling it right now.

BLOGGING BUDDIES

MCARP

MCARP


MCARP complained in a comment that my picture looked like it was out of GQ and that his looked like it was taken at St. Anthony’s ER. He must think this one is better because he says it’s the one he uses on MyFaceCrack. He admits, however, that the photo has received at least one unkind review. The guy is a Photoshop Ace, I can’t figure out why he just doesn’t make himself look like he wants to look. Maybe put his face on a golden Bhudda being embraced by the multi-armed Shiva in an Edwardian-style piece of the two in a punt on the Thames. “Forbidden Kiss”. Or maybe lengthen his for-real beard into chin piece and long mustache Chinese elder style. I wish I could do that Photoshop stuff. Maybe someday.

Flibbertigibbit

Flibbertigibbit


Over on Nina’s blog, she’s changed her avatar to the one here. I think it’s only fair if she’s going to be so difficult about it all and be on hiatus and mess with the minds clueless men, this absolutely should be her avatar so that we might get the hint. I will say that any man who sees that and goes for it is likely to be a very competitive fellow, the kind of guy who looks for a challenge. We’ll have to get her to recite: “What part of ‘NO!’ did you not understand?”. Go with it, Flibbi, I think it’ll work for you.

A cool cat with blue eyes.  Call him Sinatra

A cool cat with blue eyes. Call him Sinatra


I’m miffed, Muffy. He’s supposed to sit at the window and let me in and out as I please and instead he put on hard shoes and a tie and left me outside all day where I couldn’t check every 15 minutes to see if he’d put out wet food. When he got home, I told him and showed him the food bowl several times and he ignored me. Tonight, when he’s asleep, I’m going to poo in his shoes. Time for a nap! Bye!

January 3, 2009

BLOGGING BUDDIES

Mom-A-Tron home for Christmas

Mom-A-Tron home for Christmas

Sometimes the holidays are just too much fun and sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes, the holidays are so much fun they turn into not so much fun. Not so much fun as in puke. Mom-A-Tron ran into the not so much fun on the holidays, including poop, puke and shame (?). Her Hubster, ever loving, flips her off for the camera.

Still Dreaming Mike?

Still Dreaming Mike?

I suppose staying under the magic red fluffy blanket gives one the opportunity, but MCARP is still dreaming. I’m not too much on dreams, but I found this online dream interpretation site for him to try out. Maybe it’ll help him out with that whole stalking thing and also with the new Ben and Jerry’s flavor MCARP’s promoting: Chunky Bhuddist. I’m thinking that Chunky Monkey remains the more popular, but maybe that’s just me.

I keep reading one particular political blog more than all the others and it’s Talking Points Memo, led by Josh Marshall. I think he “gets” web journalism about as well as anyone these days and his reporting is top flight and left wing. Here’s something he does that I like: he digests the day’s political news into 100 seconds:

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BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY!!!

BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY!!!

One of my main tasks the past couple of days has been to work on technology because computers, the web and my phone are a major part of the structure of my plans for practicing law (and everything else) this coming year. As you’ve already seen, I’m adding bells and whistles and a new format to my blog, but I’m doing some other stuff as well. I updated a couple hundred phone and email contacts and got them to be identical on my laptop and phone. I’ll work on the desktop when I get back to my office.

There’s also the calendar and “to do” lists on all three devices (and their particular interface with the web in some cases). Ultimate in Stillwater convinced me to use several of the Google utilities. This isn’t my favorite thing to do, but I’m happy that I’ve shown some self discipline and just hauled off and got it done during this “down time” of the holidays.

Next up is some other tech stuff at work, like billing and taxes, but I don’t even want to think about that.

A cool cat with blue eyes.  Call him Sinatra

A cool cat with blue eyes. Call him Sinatra

Sinatra says: The truth is that he sits in his studio in front of his laptop so he can let me in and out of the window and all the rest is just blah blah blah.

Hey! Genius! How many times do I have to tell you FANCY FEAST and not that crap you tried over the weekend. I have to sleep with the Lame-o to keep him out of trouble and you idiots actually take the time to read what he writes?

No wonder cats rule the world.

AN INVITATION

Worst Ever

Worst Ever

Last, but not least, there will be an Inaugural Ballz celebration at my house on Jan. 17, the Saturday before Obama is sworn into office. It’s BYOB since I don’t drink, but there will be food, poker playing and a finale you won’t want to miss — the burning in effigy of the current Worst. President. Ever. Before that, we’re going to throw shoes and shoot BBs at the life-sized image I’ve had ever since Oz scared the hell out of me one April Fool’s Day a couple years back. I may take a shot or two with the BB gun at Oz now that I think of it, but likely not. Think 7:30-ish and you can come and go as you please.

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Blogging Buddies

MCARP’s Three Fourty A.M.

Swimming in Love

Swimming in Love

MCARP has a new “infatuation”, a teen crush that he’s all hush-hush about because it’s about him and not the anonymous her. Of course, he also has a dream about drowning that wakes him up. Calling Sigmond, Calling Dr. Freud.

Getting Loopt on Technoerotica

Flibbertigibbit
I follow her on Twitter and I read her blog and I’m one of the boys she’s left behind (I’m L2 in fact), but now we’ve all been left behind by her love for her new 3G phone fueled by raises and bonuses in the oil and gas business.

MindOverMary with LongRydeHome

MindOverMary with LongRydeHome

Longrydehome

KO starts the year very perky and then goes to Eureka Springs, Ark., spontaneously and gets elliptical again talking about the joys of being in a new town where no one knows your name.

MindOverMary

Baby sister does the holidays with panache: one drunk girlfriend falls face first off a barstool at their favorite watering hole and her son in law gets in a barroom brawl over the unwanted advances of an endangered pipsqueak towards his wife, sister and motherinlaw at the same bar. Only Mary could make this sound like a fun time and make me laugh about it.