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July 17, 2010

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It’s been gangster movie festival here at St. John’s Infirmary lately.

First, the Godfather trilogy of course; followed by Pesci and DeNiro in Casino with Sharon Stone; then, Goodfellows with that knockout Ray Liotto performance. I branched out with the Coen Brothers’ Millers Crossing, but came right back to the good stuff with Pacino and Depp in Donny Brasco and then Nicholson, DeCaprio and Matt Damon in The Departed. Just when I think I’m out, they keep sucking me back in and Public Enemies found its way into the DVD player.

I’d like to get out of the house and do something. Maybe go to the mall and see Inception for something different. Uhmm. There’s a bit of irony in that sentence, but I can’t quite parse it out. Maybe some reader like RebL will be able to help me with that.

I complained in the last post about what a stick figure I’ve become, but to be honest I just don’t feel like eating in this 100 degree and humid weather we’ve been having. By the way, does this hot weather mean that Al Gore is still fat but that climate studies are maybe just a little right? I keep getting mixed up when I don’t watch Glen Beck every day and need someone with mainstream thinking to help keep me on the straight and narrow.

Read an interesting piece about how the radical right is now interpreting the Constitution in the same way religious fundamentalists treat the text of the New Testament. Who knew John Calhoun would take the place of Elijah in legal thinking? I can’t get over this 10th Amendment talk from the Tea Party folks. I suppose they slept through that whole 1860-1865 week in high school U.S. history. Maybe they had the flu or the dog ate their homework. That’s the ticket, as some SNL guy used to say.

I’m really sorry I missed Lady GaGa in town. No, really. I would have liked to see that show. In fact, I would have liked to be the guy who confirmed her gender up close and personal. I might be a sick old guy, but I’m still a sick old guy. Speaking of newer singing acts, will the fact that Pink fell mean that from now on, it’s after the fall?

July 11, 2009

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Yesterday, when I went someplace with a large, black asphalt parking lot, my car thermometer that was showing 109 degrees on the concrete street began just blinking and couldn’t register the temperature on the asphalt. Thank you all, but I think I’m beyond needing to hear remarks that it is hot in Oklahoma in July. Since you’re the same people who tell me it is cold in Oklahoma and bitch and moan in February, you can leave that out of our conversations as well. When it’s too hot to have the top down on my convertible, it’s too hot. Further, if the top is up on my Midlife Chrysler, no man is truly free. I also do not feel the need to hear you say something incredibly stupid about man-made climate changes.

Sen. Inhofe, this includes you. Perhaps, Sen. Inhofe, you may wish to direct your attention to other areas. Clearly, you know absolutely nothing about climate because you are fast earning the title of most clueless U.S. Senator, which puts you in some pretty scary territory considering your Republican cohorts. May I suggest you consider a discussion with our other U.S. Senator, Dr. Tom Coburn? That whole “C Street” and “The Family” stuff with Sen. Ensign might be a good place to start. In all your glorious Republican Party-ness, maybe you might could possibly discuss just how inappropriate it is to pay off a blackmailing cuckold to the tune of $96,000 in just-under-the-radar-reporting-requirements payments of $12,000 from Sen. Ensign’s parents, Vegas casino millionaires.
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February 11, 2009

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STORMY WEATHER
The television weathermen in this town knock me out. They DO get excited. There was more to get excited about than usual today — all those Oak Tree Homes! — so the weathermen got more excited than usual. WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR AN ANNOUNCEMENT: THE WORLD IS GOING TO END! WE MEAN NOW! GRAB YOUR ANKLES AND KISS YOUR ASS GOOD-BYE, IT’S ALL OVER FOLKS! MOVE UNDERGROUND AND REMEMBER YOUR NEIGHBOR JUST WANTS YOUR FOOD AND AMMO.
Very valuable service and all that. I’m grateful for the technology and the early warning systems we have here. Blah blah blah.
But get a grip.
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January 27, 2009 (updated)

My yucca plants covered with ice and snow

THERE’S SNOW BUSINESS IN OKC

Since the courthouse is closed today due to the weather “emergency”, I thought I’d take time from being bored at the house and maybe do a little blogging since I’ve not really written anything since the Inauguration on the 20th, a week ago. Before he tells you all about it, I’ve got to admit to a tiny bit of cruelty: I laughed and laughed and could not make myself come to the rescue of Sinatra late yesterday afternoon when he found himself in the middle of an icy driveway and couldn’t get any traction. Have you ever seen a cat lose its footing? I don’t think that happens often, or at least I don’t see it often, and watching my “snow cat” floundering just struck me funny. So funny, as it happens, I couldn’t keep my own footing well enough to go rescue him. When I finally got to him to pick him up and carry him back inside, he was PISSED. Fortunately for me, it was nothing a good petting and a little canned food wouldn’t assuage.

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January 15, 2009

A cool cat with blue eyes. Call him Sinatra

So, last night he leaves me all alone so he can go to his hey-hey meeting and tonight he brings people over with all kinds of dog and cat smells all over them traipsing through my feeding room and into my wool throne room where they all sat around with the flickering square noisemaker. I’m either bored or overstimulated with not much in between. Since I have to barf anyway, I’m going to throw up right in front of the watering hole he refreshes every time he gets out of bed. I intend to remain steadfast in L’Resistance until he returns the better weather and the baby birds. Vive la chat!

January 10, 2009

MOM-A-TRON BEETS HER FATHER

Mom-A-Tron

Just when I think I’m getting the hang of this 21st Century technology, somebody comes along and really gives me some perspective about how much there is. Today, Mom-A-Tron has a power point presentation she made herself — about beets of all things — and put to music and presents on her blog as a video. Damn. Pretty impressive, I must say. I personally loathe beets in all forms and fashions, but she seems to have acquired a fondness for them that escapes me.

EVERYBODY TALKS ABOUT THE WEATHER, BUT NOBODY DOES ANYTHING ABOUT IT

BECAUSE I SAID SO!

What a fine example of Oklahoma weather! It was top-down, sunny and in the mid-70s this afternoon and not long after dark, the wind was out of the North and it was freezing. I guess I should be grateful for any January day in which I can have the top down, and I am, believe me I am. Nevertheless this back and forth under a full moon is messing with my mammal midbrain and warm bloodedness.
Had a plenty good time at Paseo this afternoon with a good fraction of the usual suspects and we had India food from the buffet at 50th and May and I have the predictable aftereffects of curry to prove it.
We missed MCARP when we had the name of the artist playing on the Musak right on the tip of our tongue, but couldn’t quite place him/her and we just KNEW he’d have the cut on his iPod/iPhone playlists. Oh, well.
By the way, the line: “Everybody talks about the weather … .” That’s by Oklahoma’s own Will Rogers, who had a lot to say about our weather. I suppose it’s always been like this.

SINATRA SPEAKS

A cool cat with blue eyes. Call him Sinatra

Muffy, you are such a naughty girl. Such language! I know what you mean because this full moon is making me a little quirky, too. Today, I got my head stuck in one of the heating vents and if I had been like that when he got home! That wasn’t the only thing. I was up in my tree, minding my own business, when this bluejay I’ve been chasing for two years lands on the same limb I’m on about 2 feet away! I couldn’t believe it! He said: “Boo!” and flashed away and by the time I was springing at him, my back feet fell off the branch and I was hanging on for dear life. Muffy! That was SO embarrassing. So, I acted like I meant to do that and just continued to climb back down the tree. Memsahib and her Thugee would never let me forget it if they had been there. So, tomorrow, I’ve decided to practice murderous pounces from perches on the living room furniture. I’ve already put all three of my mouses there. I hear wet food! Bye!

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TODAY’S THOUGHT

Those who know don’t talk
Those who talk don’t know

Stephen Mitchell translation of Tao te Ching
No. 56