July 18, 2009

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About 10:30 last night, I dropped into a disco here in town called “Groovy’s”.

Imagine Sartre’s “No Exit” with a cast of about 200.

There’s a juke box that will, at times, overtake the DJ and there were about three dozen girls shoving quarters in the jukebox and punching up Michael Jackson tunes. Everytime “Thriller” played, the confetti came down from above the disco ball in the ceiling and the fog machine cranked up.

What, in the name of all that’s Holy and Sacred, was I thinking?

So, I have this little running joke with a friend about memories worthy of being repressed and I thought I was being hilarious and sending her private “Tweets” about this experience. Feel free to peruse them in the column at right.

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July 14, 2009

My new favorite website: Textsfromlastnight.com

One that made me laugh:

“I would hit that so hard that anyone who could pull me out would be king of England.”

The ones from women are Evil and badbadbad. And, therefore, hilarious. Vis:

Anderson Cooper interviews Obama. It’s like CNN is teasing and broadcasting my dream 3 way.

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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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July 9, 2009

I am a man of untold wealth I realized last night at a birthday celebration surrounded by my treasures. Seeing 60 candles ablaze is incredible and the firemen and state air quality folk were real nice when handing out the citations. Friends who stick by you in good AND bad times are beyond price. Their value to me is beyond jewels. I am both humbled and grateful. Thank you.

July 8, 2009

Andrew Sullivan won’t give up the Palin story and I’m such a political junkie, I’m rivited. I wonder if the transplanted Brit knows the US has seen this before in the 30s?

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aimee_Semple_McPherson

Because I’m posting remotely the above is the best I can do. Cut n paste for yourself thi time.

Anyway, Sarah Palin seems a direct analog to the early 20th century Sister Aimee. I think the explanation that covers the most facts presently known about the AK Gov.’s resignation is that she has come to believe she is the Joan of Arc of the anti-abortion movement.

Or, you could just say she’s a nutter

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July 6, 2009

Happy birthday to me!

Talked by phone to the grandkids among other phoned, tweeted and emailed greetings. Lunch with Mom at The Metro followed by shopping. AND it’s only just now 5 p.m. Even the Starbucks barista comped my caffiene.

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July 4, 2009

BECAUSE I SAID SO

BECAUSE I SAID SO


A local Twitter meme has it that l’Sarah is quitting in AK to come here and be Rep. Sally Kern’s lover. A meanspirited if darkly funny remark. Of course Gretta Van Sustern has been kissing that flag-draped ass for so long and so wetly that the inevitable happened and what’s a snowmobile hero like Todd to do but get a woody watching and join in?
The gov’s announcement statement was almost incomprehensible and her susserant breath intakes sounded like she was asthmatic. As hard as it is to believe, the statement was on a TelePrompTer repleat with ALLCAPS phrases like bad blog comments.
Since she is a fighter and a winner, she is of course quitting because she’s no quitter. Huh? Nevermind. Mary Matalin says it’s a “brilliant” move and William Kristol agrees. In the Internet vernacular: O Rly?
Silly sexual references aside, she’s at that place where governors have to decide to cut the budget and raise revenue and her populist fantasy must give way to governing in tandem with legislators who insist on compromises and that’s not our Sarah.
That disaster of a Wasilla sports complex appears to be coming back to haunt her and who wants to explain why your lake house has the same windows and railings provided by the same builder as the yummy $13 million contract that was soo completely bungled? The same contractor that sponsors Todd’s pro snowmobile racing.
The media, self-centered as it is, gives too much credit to Vanity Fair’s recent 10,000 word profile (vanity thy name is pundit). A run against Obama in 2012? Farfetched, IMHO.
The girl is a nutter with narcisstic personality disorder and with luck will be safely on some obscure Christionist radio talk show in short order.

In other news …

Have a safe and happy holiday weekend.

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June 24, 2009

There’s something really wrong about there being too much sun to have the top down on the convertible, but when the temperature busted 100, I wussed out and turned on the air conditioner. Have you ever seen a gasoline tank indicator fall at hyperspeed?
Sinatra’s shed coat is starting to tickle my calves as I stride through the billowing hair. It’s kind of like walking on a furry cloud I keep telling myself.
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