The UGLY:
Where do you start on this subject? Let's see: First off on my list - I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.
My second guess would be an early "mid-life crisis", but I'm WAY too fucking young (in chronological age) to need hair dye and fake nails.
Third, I like music better than TV and since I have great cable TV with music channels and I'm too lazy to change CDs or too stupid to make "playlists". Regardless, I used to listen to the "Alternative Music" channel....... now they have a category called, "Adult Alternative". Hmmmmm, what's up with the word "adult" all of a sudden? Maybe that's the problem - it wasn't yesterday, Dumbass. If anyone even attempts to contact me about my 20-year reunion, I will absolutely need a wrap-around jacket and a bunch of fluffy pillows.
Oh, and they do have an "alternative" station, but DAMN, that actually hurts. It sounds reminicent of the two feral boy cats that have shown up outside the window to either dry hump each other or try to go after Irene who has been fixed and will kick their asses sideways. Neither have been "tutored" as it were, and if I'm lucky, both will be by the time I get back from vacation (more on that subject in the "good" section). Of course, it's been so fucking cold here lately that they probably buddied-up in the garage loft because they figure when the temperature drops below 30, body warmth is more important than testosterone contests.
I guess I'm at the 'memory loss' stage. After my mother recovered from her chemo-therapy and radiation, she says she doesn't remember very much of that time period. I'm thankful, too. But that must be our natural protection system so that you don't "blow a 50 AMP fuse". Must be the same concept with me.
Lately, I can't seem to remember Jack Shit. I thought it was the booze, but I've cut that back almost entirely and I can't have Sudafed or anything. The only change has been that I'm on such a strong script for BP this past six weeks and the angst of the Masters, maybe this is a side effect of the drop. My BP was so high in January that they weren't going to let me leave when I went to my doctor's appointment, but it even seems to be in the recovery period and I'm going to see about getting some Prozac for yours truly. Hell, it helped AmberGrace immensely - as a matter of fact, she's in there now, snoring her head off.
The BAD:
The Masters: what a shitty tournament (most of it anyway).
Up until the Sunday round, the best part about watching the Master's on TV were the commercials. It was almost like Billy Payne had the groundskeepers rub SuperGlue around the rim of each cup. There was only one really, really, really awesome shot on each of the first three rounds. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was cold, it was windy, it was ugly (which also made it a shit tournie), but if you're a professional golfer playing at a level like the Master's, you probably are smart enough to run practice rounds in the Sahara, the Antartic, and a Cat 5 hurricane. Don't whine to me about 20 mile an hour wind and some fucking rain. And 45 degrees? Yankees play in that shit all the time. I wonder what they bitch about at St. Andrews?
By the way the best three commercials were all by IBM and they made me a bit weepy (Sam Shepard narrates), but I think I mentioned something about being old.... Oh shit, speaking of which, I just saw a photo of Peter Gabriel. Apparently, the song is from my era (Salsbury Hill), but the picture they put on the Music Channel of Gabriel is a bit more recent. OUCH.
The Good --- California, 'hood, cats, Bubba Ganoosh
I'm leaving for a vacation on Saturday to Palo Alto. One week. King Suite in Club Level, right across the street from college-boy-eye-candy. However, with the experiences I've been having lately with college children, I may just pick up a .33 and stand on the roof of the hotel and go postal on them. Maybe more details to come, but blogging isn't a way to show your dirty laundry.
The 'hood may finally be turning around. Thanks to the dumbasses that bought houses with ARMs during the "housing bubble", Georgia leads the country ---- by a long shot -in foreclosures. Almost every house on my street is either under new construction, renovation, sold for auction, or it's a FSBO shithole. And, all the new construction are McMansions. Yeah, that really fits, but I do understand growth. Mine will probably be the last one to go because I've put so much work into it. So it really will be mine. I don't think there is a price I would take right now --- of course, we have no idea what will happen tomorrow, much less five years when the GM project is scheduled to finish.
And according to last week's article in the AJC, it looks like one day very soon, I can walk one block to shopping and other retail. It's driving the rats clear out of the projects and I love nothing better. Fuck off ---- please don't cry to me about how your grandfather built your house with his own hands 80 years ago, but you love it so much that you sell crack in the front yard and leave trash all over the street. Oh, and why do YOU need a "No Trespassing" sign in YOUR window? Me thinks a bad crack deal and you had an unexpected visitor? What a joke.
See the whole story about the 40-acre multi-use project already getting started at
http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/printedition/2007/04/05/metlakewood0405a.html
The cats and Bubba Ganoosh - Well, two are on Valium and one is on Prozac. Days are quiet and peaceful, nights even better. Sorry, there Putty-Tat, but you can't tell me you're not even a little bit happier!
Oh, and this is Bubba Ganoosh
Actually, that's not really HIM,but close enough. I can't take pictures and I don't need anyone seeing how badly I can let my tank get, but he doesn't seem to mind. The baby plecos are the ones that aren't cleaning up fast enough. Besides, Bubba G. loves me. When I come to the tank to give him his kibble (these are actually carnivores), he swims right up and does his tail-flash thing for me. I can tell when he's sleeping because he hangs out in the corner by the heater and only his tiny front fins move - I guess that's to keep him from sinking. Who knew?
Enough for now. Somebody is getting sleepy and it ain't just AmberGrace.
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