I was going to post a quote from Alan Watts but then people started farting around me, distracting me from my current sense of purpose. Hop encouraged, “Try it, it gives you more humor.” Pretending ignorance, I said, “What?” H.o.p. said, “Farting!” He blew a fart on his arm and laughed. “See, it’s like a comedy show in just one second!” he said. Which got a laugh out of me. Hop exulted, “See, you’re laughing!”
Trying to explain concept of unicorn chaser to h.o.p. who is ranting on how ancient unicorns were awesome and are now girly.
Portraits of a Young Man in Full Burgeoning Blossom of an Angst Ridden Preteen Who Still Wants to Have An Awesome Time as a Kid But Finds Himself Now Sometimes Also Subdued and Self-Conscious and Simply Dutifully Posing for A Pic
Was wild getting out of the car at Ruby Falls today and being greeted by Bolan and T. Rex on the sound system. And Marty noted that Killer Queen was playing when we left.
Ruby Falls is a pretty easy-going cavern experience even in the tight spots. H.o.p. was subdued and yet declared it, “Awesome”, in a subdued voice. “Awesome.” Then when we got home he was, “Ruby Falls was awesome!”
Our visit was actually nicer this time than it was four years ago. It being Labor Day weekend the cavern was pretty well jammed with tour groups. I didn’t know that Ruby Falls would be such a popular international destination. Many Germans, UK, Chinese and East Indians today. About half of our group was from England.
The Apple store says their “geniuses” are very busy with repairing computers so it’s several more days before they can look at my monitor.
I already know my monitor is going to cost probably (at least) $500 to repair. After 16 months in my possession, the Apple power box apparently freaked out and went bad and when it freaked out it seems to have blown a backlight in my monitor. I’m four months out of warranty and the snotty attitude and the fact that the Apple “geniuses” are backed up for days with computer repairs just makes me want to spell out I R O N Y for them real loud, with flags, while making cross-eyed faces.
Elle Greenwich is dead. She wrote some amazing songs.
Tina Turner. What a voice.
Can’t pass this one up.
I didn’t realize until now that Marc Bolan played on Nutbush City Limits.
Ike and Tina and the T Rex hit. Marc Bolan was the session player on this as well as Sexy Ida Part II and Nutbush City Limits.
“[W]e cannot have a fair prosperity in isolation from a fair society…. We must not surrender to the relentless medical inflation that can bankrupt almost anyone…Let us insist on real controls over what doctors and hospitals can charge, and let us resolve that the state of a family’s health shall never depend on the… size of a family’s wealth.”
1980 Ted Kennedy
I Didn’t care for this song when I was a kid, but I like it now.
Wasilla? I check my stats once a month since no one visits my blog/website. No one visits the website for my “Unending Wonders of a Subatomic World” book so any activity stands out. So, was wandering through the stats which only hold the last 100 entries and there on July 22nd was someone from Wasilla, Alaska doing a search for “Juli Kearns” and thus landed on the bio page. Weird.
Who in Wasilla would know to look me up by name?
Opened the door to the back room and there was this BUG, some weird big thing, I couldn’t tell what it was, scurried behind something and I yelled and closed the door, I didn’t want to stomp on it with bare feet as I didn’t know what it was, then I opened up the door again, Marty by now standing beside me, and before I… could think what to do the bug rushed at me so fast that I just jumped back as it ran out the room and behind the bookcases, Marty exclaiming, “Stomp on it, stomp on it!” even though he couldn’t identify what it was either, but it was gone by then. So no telling where it is now. Wandering the apartment, though.
When are sofa pillows too flat and look sad instead of perky happy? Does it matter?
Our sofa pillow covers have zippers because I’m practical that way. When they get flat I can easily replace the stuffing.
I can’t rub the front and back fabric together so I guess I’m good. But when you can, where did the stuffing go? Eaten by elves? I keep thinking I’m going to write about all the mundane stuff that disappears into a black hole and is coughed up like somewhere on tenth st.
First words out of H.o.p. this morning, “Well, y’know people have their own opinions and I’m my own person…” which means he’s about to ask for something which I’ve told him already was not a good idea.
This beast is freakin’ huge. Must be a hallucinatory experience driving down the road and happening on this thing, especially if you don’t know it exists. That saw! How big is it?! It could probably slice our apartment building in half.
We Aren’t Seeing Transformers if This Thing’s Not in it
Link to Gawker
Bob Dylan was taken into custody on suspicion of not being really Bob Dylan (he doesn’t look like he did years ago) but instead some old guy just saying he’s Bob Dylan, looking at a house for sale. He requested to be driven over to the hotel/tour buses, an id was made by his manager and he was released.