We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
80 and sunny? Damn, Sam, you got us this time. Currently it's a bone-numbing 68 here in the Keys, not expected to climb back up to the 80's until Sunday. If anyone's interested, it's currently 55 at Maggie's HQ, dropping down into the 40's overnight, so it sounds a little chilly-willy without power. But I'm sure the thought of all the energy they're saving, thus staving off the peril of global warming, is keeping their souls warm. And, ulitmately, what else matters?
So, I saw an 11-hour movie yesterday. I rewatched 'Lord of the Rings', extended edition. For those of you who haven't seen it, here's my whittled-down version:
Gandalf: Yes, Frodo, this is the One Ring, and it must be taken to the fires of Mount Doom to be destroyed. Any ideas?
Frodo (thinking): Hey, I got it! We'll carry it there using one of those great big eagles like Bilbo used in 'The Hobbit'!
Gandalf: Hey, great idea! (walks outside, whistles loudly)
Then Gandalf and Frodo fly the ring to Mount Doom, drop it in, and Middle Earth is saved.
This is probably why I don't have much of a future in movie screenwriting.
well it is forty degrees at my house and the dogs are at the ex's and the kids are anywhere it is warm and i am sitting here in Santa Monica looking at an amazingly spectacular view of the ocean from a house high on a hill but still a walk to the beach. Spent the last few days in the hills of Malibu on another friend's horse ranch. i just did not know that in 40 minutes from Los Angeles you could be at the top of a mountain sitting on a horse watching the most spectacular sunset. No wonder everyone went West, it sure has made me seriously consider the move.
so Bruce you aren't the only farmhand who made out this week. YIPPEE!!!
0kay, finally, i think i have the joke figured out.
It's one of those with a problem transmogrifying between a spoken word and the need to spell it out if & when written. I shall attempt to solve for this via using the 'joke' word's spelling, but capitalized so as to suggest the name of the actual city:
"THAT'll make Mister O'Malley go to Doublin'!"
(that's an example of the personal deterioration one undergoes as a result of watching Gangster Mickey on the Imus show)