tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11105794628018724352012-02-16T04:58:40.611-06:00Boy Leg's comin', hide your heart, girldbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comBlogger5881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110579462801872435.post-91983639525923786252010-10-19T20:17:00.000-05:002010-10-19T20:17:31.047-05:00

There's a show on -- is it the Science Channel, somewhere in that vicinity -- called Mantracker. I saw most of an episode, plus I see the commercials for it all the time (which I hate.) I'm not going to watch this show. It bothers me that the mantracker is on horseback and the trackees are on foot. They should either all be on horseback or on foot, make it a lot more even. I would be a natural

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This is a blast from the past, as far as I'm concerned. We were talking about something and the subject of travelers' checks came up. And I suddenly realized you never hear or think about travelers' checks anymore. What was it? Debit cards or electronic checks or credit cards that did them in? Or are they not done in yet, but still going strong? I know we used to get travelers' checks when we

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And today's the proof!

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I read an interesting article today, that suddenly its fashionable not to wash your jeans. That's great news, becaue I get a lot of guff about wearing my jeans so long "they're able to stand up by themselves." I hate hearing that complaint, but it's true. Recently, though, since I got a new washing machine in June, and the novelty hasn't worn off yet, I've been washing them more often. It does

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40 years ago today, the 18th, Jimi died. We love him.

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I caught another glimpse of myself in a mirror today. This was just after we were out to eat. I had sat there in the restaurant feeling a little surly. I'm a nice person, but there's only so much of it I can take. But I have this ingrown sense that I look better than I do, so as far as I know, the wait staff are seeing the same thing. Then afterward, we're in the car, and I catch a glimpse of

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The Church of the Sacred Welcome - You'll be personally greeted by the pastor and his wife. Your hand shook or your tithe cheerfully refunded. The Church of the Vigorous Ass-kick - Self-explanatory policies.

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I've gone to a church for a couple of weeks, to their "contemporary" service. What can you say? The guys up there playing guitars are really good at it, but I'm already a little sick of watching them slash away at their guitars in great excitement. I haven't got any big criticism of them, but it's not really doing much to make me spiritually inspired. It's watching some guys play guitar, piano,

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I'm sitting in the library writing this. If you see me you may as well say hello, but since it's a library say it quietl@y. They have a lot of very cool books here. Most of them are inviting someone to read them.@

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I'm setting the table for a nice day. Being off to a good start and well-adjusted.

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Republicans are afraid of people with dark skin. But they don`t seem to mind John Boehner.

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I think we're up to Nixon Resignation Day again, aren't we? Something in my memory says it was Aug. 9. So it's been yet another year since we've had Nixon to kick around. Nixon might not look that bad in hindsight, going by the feral Republicans we have these days. As bad as he was, there was at least a sense that he had some aspects of the good of the country at heart. Not like his modern day

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At the grocery store they're germ-conscious, putting a container of sanitary wipes next to the shopping carts. No one wants to touch anything anyone else has touched. I know I don't, since my mind has a little red flag popping up every time I touch something. They also have a nice looking electrical horse at the door for the kiddies. It has a beautiful saddle. But I'm looking around for the

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I'm reading a book by a guy named Macedonio Fernandez, called "The Museum of Eterna's Novel (The First Good Novel)." I'd love to actually get the entire thing read. But it's been slow going for me thus far. I'm only up to page 52 (out of 238) and that after a few days picking it up and putting it down. I love the concept and some of the sly observations he makes. I can resonate with some of the

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Clicking my fingers, listening to a rock 'n' roll album, and doing yoga exercises.

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I'm not putting my pictures on the internet right now. I'm toying with the idea. I'm also toying with the idea of not, and letting them be my private domain. There's something cool about that too. I was walking along the street downtown and a guy was sitting on the street corner with a bunch of photos spread out, most in big photo binders under plastic. I started to pass unaware of what was

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I like hot water for washing my hands, the way my Grandma Steam used to make it. She also wrote a column in the local paper, "All Steamed Up." Then there was my Grandma Stove, whose column was a little more embarrassing, since it was, "All Stoved Up." Her column was a lot longer because she was so stoved up. Except the times she couldn't think of much to say and was stoved up.

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Everything was great back in the '60s. The way I remember it, dogs didn't get sick and die back then. Even old cats could hold their food. Mothers were healthy. Fathers were alive. Our biggest decision everyday was what happy thing to do next. The grass always had the right amount of greenness and always grew to just the right length to be presentable and not need cutting. The garbage truck

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I had to get my car worked on a couple weeks ago. Tire problem. I didn't know I had a tire problem. I went in for an oil change. Then I asked them to give me my first of a "lifetime" of free tire rotations. It was then that a problem was discerned with one of the tires, having a "broken belt." We were there for seemingly an interminable amount of time. Very --- not fun. I was looking at the car

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The dehumidifier I had was one I essentially inherited. I didn't really know its vintage or provenance. (Pretty good word, huh?) Maybe I had a bad attitude around it, or, since it's a dehumidifier, maybe my humor was too dry. Whatever, the stinking thing quit working. Meaning, just like that I had to get a new one. So I went and got one. I got the biggest capacity they had, plus the one with

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Look it up if you're interested what this is all about, the moola mantra. I've had a recording of it by Ananda Giri for some time, well over a year. I was listening to it about everyday for quite a while, mostly last year, but also earlier this year. Then there was a kind of shift in my life, and a lot of the things that made up my "normal" at that time had to go by the wayside. Now, finally,

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When you see a good-looking woman downtown, she's always moving. They come from you're not sure where. But they appear and they move quickly by. They don't stop and look around or say anything on their way past. On they go, with a quick motion, up the sidewalk, but usually around the corner. How great-looking they are, too! Where they go, though, no one knows. It looks like being in one place,

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Celebrate with me my one-week anniversary of getting my new driver's license. It was last Friday, and by now common this time of day, it was already accomplished. I'm making a point of saying it because it wasn't that easy to do. I didn't have to take a driving test or a written test, so of course I'm thankful for that. But they do require you to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are

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This post is going to be me playing with my voice recognition software and pretending that I have a mouthful of mush: 1) Bill is gone now by the ponderous, and now it's crazy dog with you and scare the lightning or require while. 2) When I was a kid is Donald Trump and shoot rats with a ball in our area. Babies started towards her whole whether arrow sticking out of, a bunch of blogs everywhere

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Here's a good piece of graffiti I saw: "I love Kaiden Blake & Kafka Vodka." I don't know if there really is a vodka called Kafka, but it'd be a good idea.

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I have been doing a lot of driving as a part of my job, and so I have been passing some of the time by listening to a radio station that plays oldies. I have not done this over the years consistently. But I used to live in the same area 20 some years ago and heard the same channel at that time. Now that I am back and listening to it again I can really tell that the oldies format has changed. I

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For some reason, a very good reason, I've been watching the GSN channel quite a bit, which you may know is aka the Game Show Network. Where I lived before we didn't even get this channel (we did years ago). But now that I've moved, we not only have it but it's on a few hours a day. That doesn't mean that I personally am watching it all that time, because I'm not. It's sort of hard to watch

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I was in the bathroom at McDonald's and looked down and saw wheelchair tire tracks on the floor, someone who had come in or exited the stall in a circular route apparently at 40 mph. I've never seen wheelchairs laying rubber on the floor, so that was a new one!

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On one of my little excursions today I got a CD of the old album, "The Partridge Family Shopping Bag." It wasn't even open and was only a dollar. So that was good. I'm currently enjoying it. I've never heard it before. But David Cassidy has a nice voice and the music is all pleasant enough. In the past I've had the LP of this, which, as the notes note, had a plastic shopping bag that came with

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I was at the arboretum a little bit ago. Since when did arboretums become all the rage? There were some very convincing bird sound effects and some great animatronic birds sitting in the trees.

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I was downtown and saw some people walking their big dogs. It seems like people who walk their big dogs downtown always do so with the same apparent confidence level, very high. They're strutting their stuff and their dogs. They might have a dozen different dogs. And it's always the same. They might have a dozen, but of course they never do. It's two or three at the most. But I can well imagine

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We have two competing worlds on May Day. We have the Soviet Union -- who want us to think they're defunct -- parading their finest Brezhnev missiles. Then we have little American girls and boys in yellow dresses and blue shirts delivering May baskets. The Soviets goosestep down Kremlin Boulevard next to tanks and pointed vessels of war. The American children set May baskets on the broad front

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I keep seeing all the 40th anniversary commemorations of stuff from 1970, including Kent State coming up. I'm old enough that I remember seeing 1970 roll in at midnight on New Year's Eve, preceded directly by 1969 rolling over the hills and out of sight. Yes, I remember just where I was when I saw this spectacle. I was in the dining room of my parents' home, which at that time was also my home.

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I just had a store brand version of a Drumstick, the delicious ice cream cone you get in your grocer's frozen section. They're good. They have peanuts on them, of course. And invariably, like in cereal, some settling occurs. In the case of peanuts, the peanuts fall off in transit, some of them, and fall to the bottom of the bag. That's bad and that's good. It's bad, because you'd just as soon

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I finished the Alfred Hitchcock film, "Juno and the Paycock." It's part of a 4-disc DVD set I got at Walmart for $5.00. It's been nearly two months since I bought this set and I've been watching them ever since. It has 20 movies. I'm on the last disc. "Juno" is the first movie on the fourth disc. It's really been a fun education for me, I guess I'd call it, in the early films of Hitchcock. I

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I had a great pizza today from Pizza Hut. That's news, because the ones I've had lately have all had something wrong with them, in my opinion. Usually the problem is the crust isn't completely done. It's not browned, it's as soft as my Grandma's upper arm always was. Today I felt it and at first I thought it was more like her forearm, which wasn't quite as tender as the flabby back stuff on the

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Thanks to Hitler, no man should have facial hair. Because what's the one thing we think of when we think of Hitler, his idiotic mustache. That and the rigid arm salute, which is another good reason to let your arms go limp as much as possible.

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There was a "The Best of George Harrison" CD at Goodwill today and I got it. This isn't an album I would support by a long shot. I've never had it before even though I've seen it many times. It makes me wonder who approved and put it together. Because I always thought it was weird that George's "Best of" CD (at that time) would be half filled up with Beatles' tracks. I remember some of his

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I just saw an ad on TV for a major hardware, home improvement store in the area. They were advertising toilets, with the models of toilets having names. The two they advertised were "The Calloway" and "The Diplomat." I get the Diplomat. It's just a name. Plus when it's constantly got people exposing themselves to it, it would have to be diplomatic in order to keep a roof over its head. But the

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This is awesome. I've just made the Library of Congress! Since I and a few other people have used the popular site Twitter. They have made arrangements to archive every public tweet since Twitter's beginning. According to the article, Twitter processes around 50 million tweets a day. I'm going to have to come up with something interesting to say ... since I've now gone high class.

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I was busy virtually all day today preparing for my move next week. I have a house full of stuff, so I'm busy packing it and getting it to the ground floor in an orderly way. That means that lots of heavy boxes and totes need to be lifted one after the other and put in place. It's a terrible job, but I'm getting it done. I still have a lot to go ... but I put a serious dent in it today. I

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I've been doing some serious reflecting on blogging. And what makes an "evergreen" post. Of course it wouldn't be a post on the latest news headlines, such as Michael Steele doing something wrong. That's evergreen in the sense that he's always doing something wrong, but one of these days he'll be gone and then the post would be dated. There's even more obvious examples, such as "Congress voted

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One, I didn't want to tear the couch apart. I definitely believe in the idea of passing it on to someone else who would get some good out of the thing. But in the time frame allowed, with it being offered to the public for FREE, no one took it. And I can't dilly dally around with a heavy couch in my room forever. I'm moving and it needed to go. Now, watch, though, I'll get a call about it

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The angel of love looks and shines on over all my conquests. And all the times I'm conquested.

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The song by War I've got playing. They're the only War I like. Don't make love, make War. "Low rider is a real goer." Some kind of pipes sounding. Instantly hummable and boogieable. I'm a Warmonger. Too bad they dumped Eric Burdon. Or something. The pipes boogie in this song is sort of like in "Spill The Wine." The two songs are boogleagues. That's supposed to be a mash of boogie and

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I watched the Alfred Hitchcock movie, "Easy Virtue." It is a silent one, with the DVD I have having a nice music soundtrack to keep it from being completely silent. I believe the date was 1926 for this film. In the film, the main character, Larita, was accused of cheating on her husband and found guilty. It didn't appear to me that she actually was guilty, but maybe there was a little

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I had something unusual for dinner tonight, the generic store brand of Cheerios, with a bunch strawberries cut up in it and a banana cut up in it. With milk of course. That was very good and felt healthy for me.

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I have so many terrible possessions and I'm getting ready to move. So I spent almost the whole day going through crap and packing, in addition to carrying trash to my garage to be disposed of Friday, if we can find a landfill big enough to handle it all. Essentially I have 11+ years of stuff from my basement that's more or less garbage by now. My garage itself had lots of garbage stuff and stuff

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I've missed a couple days writing on my blogs, because of certain changes, upheavals, in my life. I'm in the process of moving. That causes a lot of consternation and a lot of wondering how things will work out, etc. I hope good. The move is the big thing on my mind now. I've got a ton of boxes, and I'm giving quite an effort toward packing and cleaning my various rooms, including a basement

dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110579462801872435.post-40733674430889197322010-03-27T19:43:00.000-05:002010-03-27T19:43:31.340-05:00

Like I said a couple days ago, I had a CPR/First Aid class coming up, and today was it. I made it through, missing only a few on the exams. Whew, I was really swearing it too. You wouldn't think the Red Cross would get tricky with the questions on the exams, but they do. It seems to me that if you sit through the demonstrations and videos and do the actual hands-on stuff that that'd be good

dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110579462801872435.post-75550484164973038822010-03-26T10:17:00.000-05:002010-03-26T10:17:07.506-05:00

It troubles me that there has to be such a wide gulf between the Democrats and Republicans. I want to see both sides of the isle come together.

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I'm going to be taking a CPR/First Aid class, a class that lasts six hours, probably with a lunch break in the middle of it. I've never done that before. So this will be a real departure for me, making progress in my lifesaving skills, which right now are made up of the ability to dial 911. As for first aid, I'd guess it's more than putting on some Neosporin and an adhesive bandage. We used to

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I've been going through some of the things I collect. (Maybe you've already read about one of my collections, classic dog food labels.) I am someone who takes my collecting very seriously. And that's what I recommend for any others who may have something valuable or nice. Take it seriously, and take good care of your items. Some things we collect -- I'm sure you're the same way -- we collect

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This is really big news! Wingnut Republican Rep. Randy Neugebauer, who famously shouted out "Baby Killer" during the speech Bart Stupak was giving the other night said he has had a "tremendous outpouring" of calls, emails, and contributions, with those folks saying, "'Congressman, thank you for taking a stand.'" This is really big news, of course, because, No one would ever guess that would

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Yesterday, out of the blue, I met a lady who saw my name on a name tag and asked me if I knew the folks in a particular town with that name. I was amazed. "Yes, because that's where I'm from." It turned out her maiden name was the same as my name and she was from that area. That's all fine. Except I didn't know her branch of the family and she didn't know mine. Even though I figured everyone in

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They really are morons if they think Americans don't want decent health care insurance. Their big plan now is to repeal the health care reform legislation we just got. To replace it with what? They want to go back to pre-existing conditions exclusions, unregulated increases to premiums, and people dying early because they can't get coverage. That doesn't sound like a winning argument to me: "We

dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110579462801872435.post-91652412514249616892010-03-21T19:17:00.000-05:002010-03-21T19:17:26.666-05:00

One of my favorite Doors' songs is "Twentieth Century Fox." She doesn't have "no clocks," though, meaning she's not punctual, I guess, which I wouldn't like. Everything else I could handle. "The queen of cool." "She won't waste time on elementary talk." "Got the world locked up inside a plastic box."

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I watched the Alfred Hitchcock film "The 39 Steps." It was gripping. I need to watch it again, since I had a hard time "getting it" entirely, what was going on. Now that I know who was on what side, maybe it will make better sense to me. I didn't know Mr. Memory had something to do with it. I figured that was just filler at the beginning. So, for the first time in a long time, I'm going to

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I saw a blurb somewhere today to this effect: A tea party wacko promised any Democrat who'd vote no on health care reform that "We will protect you" in the next election. That messes up my thought processes in certain ways. Because it's my general opinion that Democrats ought to be supporting Democratic legislation. And that Democrats ought not be overly worried about the votes of those citizens

dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110579462801872435.post-25053756012976106742010-03-18T12:49:00.000-05:002010-03-18T12:49:35.215-05:00

We've all heard that the fingernails of corpses continue to grow, for whatever reason. You open a casket 10 years later and they've scratched their eyes out. I'm not even dead yet and my fingernails are growing at a prodigious pace. I just clipped them a week or so again and it's already time to take the shears to them again. Big garden shears is the only thing I can use. That's how thick they

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I was talking with my daughter today, who was talking to her grandfather yesterday (not my father). He was saying that he always regretted he wasn't able to move to California years ago when he wanted to. Because he didn't have the money to do it. Or because he didn't think he had enough. That allowed me to say to her, If he would've moved there, you would've never been born. Which is true in

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We weren't home last night but staying somewhere else. It was unusual, not just for us but for the dog. The dog was in bed with us, and I'm tossing and turning because I haven't got my normal clock to look at. So I'm turning on my phone. Then I'm trying to get my share of the covers, etc. I'm rolling around in an unfamiliar bed. And I notice the dog rolling around too, trying to keep from me

dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110579462801872435.post-76577399773239755192010-03-15T22:53:00.000-05:002010-03-15T22:53:04.573-05:00

Here's a good article, by Paul Raushenbush, "It Took Pat Robertson and Glenn Beck to Remind Sane Christians of Who We Are and Who We Do Not Want to Be." Paul makes the very good point that there are plenty of Christians who have a sane faith. I would say we should expect the sane version of these things to be the normal version. And the weird, nutzoid faith of, say, a Pat Robertson, or the

dbkundalinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00745289731446482475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110579462801872435.post-65256448664364893172010-03-14T15:45:00.000-05:002010-03-14T15:45:48.443-05:00

It takes a skeleton in a body to fill out a suit of clothes. Personally, I just call it my suit. A pair of suit pants goes with a suit. A suit jacket goes on top, with a suit. Then there's the vest and the chains. You put on a pair of nice shoes and you're fully dressed, assuming there's a shirt in there somewhere. And a tie. Without the jacket it's just a pair of pants, and without the pants

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I completely watched the film, "The Farmer's Wife," directed by Alfred Hitchcock, from 1928. I wrote a tiny bit about this yesterday. I both enjoyed it and struggled with it. Everywhere I look they say it is 97 or 98 minutes, but it feels so much longer than that. It's a silent movie, so you have to pay very close attention. Then it has a musical soundtrack that, in my case, induces sleepiness.

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I'm in the contentment zone, with a nice bagel and a few drinks, milk, grape juice, and coffee. I felt myself drifting a little bit into a reverie while reading some comments at Daily Kos. I look through some of the diaries but usually avoid the comments. But with the contentment, I drifted down lazily into the comments. That's a nice feeling, a kind of foggy feeling, allowing me to take those

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Last night when I took the dog out, it was a weird feeling night. It was foggy and it was still, no wind. It was peaceful, except when a car drove by. Because there was some moisture on the street, and you could hear the wheels picking up water and making that high splashing sound. When all the cars were passed, it went back to a great stillness. I love it when there's no wind. You can feel like

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Since I'm watching Elvis' film "Viva Las Vegas," between my viewings (of pieces), I'm listening to the soundtrack album. I see they've recently released most (or all) of Elvis' soundtrack albums with the original artwork. For me, I already have a number of them on the old "Double Features" CDs so I don't plan on buying them, duh. But there could be a few I don't have. Like "Tickle Me," and a few

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I'm watching the Elvis movie "Viva Las Vegas." I've seen it before but it's been long enough, a couple years, that I'd forgotten most of it. It's a treat so far, I think. Of course I love Elvis, so his movies aren't generally a problem for me. I don't like the ones where he gets beat up too much, killed, or is a juvenile delinquent or prisoner. But otherwise, with the lighter fare after the

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My dog's unpredictable ways forced me to leave my heated up bagel on the stove for an extra 10 minutes, meaning by the time I got to it it was gummy and tough to chew. For quite a while -- maybe it was because of the winter darkness -- she stayed in bed and I was able to fix breakfast, eat it, check out the computer, etc., before she appeared, wanting to go outside. Now it's been more like this,

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The Elvis movie I've been watching the last couple days is "Live A Little, Love A Little." I love this film. I've seen it a few times. It's so peppy. The only downer is how irritated Elvis always seems at the flirtations of Bernice. I gotta say, if I were a single guy and in the same position he was, I wouldn't be so rejecting. She's one great looking lady. But Elvis is sick of Harry Baby in the

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I keep thinking when I hear the one terrorist or terrorism suspect (whatever he is) referred to as KSM, Why do we do that? Why are we giving this guy such notoriety, that we call him by his initials, like JFK or FDR. It's nuts. Just call him by his name, his last name like we would a normal person. We only magnify him by giving him the extra designation. It's the same as they did with bin Laden

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The birds outside seem to know something about spring coming. I was out there and they were singing like crazy. It's a nice sunny day. They've come out of hiding.

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This is hilarious. John McCain, who only wants to follow the advice of military leaders on "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," ignores their advice if it's against the DADT policy. Meaning he has his opinion and credits it to the military leaders who agree with him. Why not just cut out the middle man and say it's his own opinion PERIOD? Now he's got some big letter on the subject that's signed by a bunch

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This is funny. Sarah and the other hillbillies were in California and had the opportunity to pick up some free gifts at an Oscar party. And reportedly they descended on the freebies, according to someone who was there, "like locusts." I can picture that. Free stuff. I love it!

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I see a lot of people had this for their status recently: Every single one of you are on my friend list as a result of a conscious decision. I am not only glad to count you as friends but also as family! Let's see who in my Friend's List actually pays attention. Copy and repost this in your own bulletin. You can't choose family but... you can choose friends..I actually was paying attention,

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I made a rare journey to the local college, the mecca of higher learning. I tried to fit in as best as I could in the union, watching the students in their native habitat. I saw several people younger than I -- virtually all of them, except for few old profs (probably) who went by. I don't know that they were profs. They didn't have padded elbows. The young people made me think: The last time

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I don't know if there really are bad dogs. I'm sure of course that there are dogs that have been mistreated and so are bad. Or they're sick with some weird condition and they're bad. But whether there are just dogs that are bad just out of choice, that I don't think is the case. The dog I have is certainly a good one. I'm well aware of the whole thing where we get attached to them and we

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A tiny bit more on the Elvis Presley movie "Kissin' Cousins." Yesterday I said I was toward the end, and I really was. I finished it off last night. Elvis gets Pappy to give in on renting the mountain to the military for a missile base. So our nation is saved from the Russians! And Pappy is saved from the Revenuers, thanks to Elvis' keen negotiating skills. We all remember Elvis' big meeting

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I'm watching the Elvis Presley movie "Kissin' Cousins." I'm actually about to the end of it. It's a good one certainly for all the female beauty throughout, with the wild Kittyhawks who inhabit them thar hills. Plus Elvis' closer kinfolk, the two girls of Ma and Pappy. The story is fairly cute, with Elvis sort of in charge of helping get Pappy's mountain, at least to rent it, to put some

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I can't believe it! What kind of idiotic rules do they go by in the Senate anyway? How can one stinking guy -- Republican Senator Jim Bunning of Kentucky -- hold up the whole works on unemployment benefits? Is there literally no way to get anything accomplished there? I find this stunning, that they, the majority, are so powerless, but he, one stinking guy, is so powerful. I guess there's no

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At some big aquatic park in Florida, I guess it was, a big killer whale killed a trainer, a worker with the whales. Why this is surprising, I don't know. Since they are mammoth, gigantic, 12,000 pound animals, who aren't really designed to be spending their lives in a teacup doing idiotic tricks. The report I saw on TV said the whales were acting a little strangely that day, or earlier. It made

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I am not getting entirely better, with all the recent anxiety I've been feeling. Things are pretty much up in the air for me in various ways. So it makes me anxious, very nervous. For a while, like a week ago, I had a terrible feeling in my stomach. But I've gotten over most of that. Now I've got something, not quite a headache, but a slight head fog feeling. Like I'm not thinking completely

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Her name was Smokey. She didn't die simply naturally, but my wife took her to the vet for them to "put to sleep." That's a very hard thing to do. I'm kind of a coward but I could've done it, out of mercy. But in this case I didn't have to. We were crying when they left. I told her what a good cat she was and how much of a friend she was, and some other personal things. She was just shy of 15

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I went out to eat tonight, this evening, getting the "Early Bird Special," just like on Seinfeld. I'm almost getting old enough to qualify for the Senior Discount -- in fact I think I am old enough some places -- so I ought to hike my belt line up around my nipples and I'll be all set. I got the seven ounce sirloin, which was very very good. I asked for medium and it was more like rare, which

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I'm about sick -- sick and tired -- of hearing the Republicans and other naysayers constantly griping about President Obama "not keeping us safe." We're safe. As safe as we've ever been. But it starts at the top (it'd be the bottom if scum didn't rise) with a guy like Dick Cheney, who's continually prattling on about this. Never mind that Mr. Obama has continued many of the same programs, and

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I bought some ice cream yesterday that I won't buy again. It's a bad flavor with nothing to recommend it. I'll leave out the brand name -- although I don't know if anyone can figure it out just based on the flavor, i.e., whether a lot of ice cream makers make this flavor. You'd have to be a real connoisseur, though, to know that kind of information! Anyway, it's called "Pistachio Almond." It's

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The other day I wrote about my cat, who I expected would not make it. I figured when she went to the vet that they'd put her "to sleep," but it turned out that she came home. I was resigned to the fact that she'd probably die. But of course it would good to hear that she was in health at least good enough to continue being a cat. To get a $140 bill to prove it wasn't a good feeling, but life

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"You'll meet your friends along this gay white way!" "The event you have all been waiting for!" "Tons of Fun for All Who Kum ... Not a Dull Moment ... Not an Objectionable Feature" SOL'S LIBERTY SHOWS - July 6, 1936

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I'm looking at some future Future Shock for myself, which I hope won't be so bad. Anytime your life is in a state of transition, the unknown rises up like a big double fanged monster with blood dripping fingernails. "I'm gonna getcha!" Again, I hope not. We get the whole "One Day at a Time" arrangement, so it's a matter of stepping through, planning, keeping mum at the appropriate places, and

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I have a terrible feeling that one of my cats is nearing the end of her life. But rather than her just lingering and dying, it could be that we will have to take her to the vet for the end. She'd be 15 sometime around May through July. But recently, for quite a while maybe, she's been losing weight. She's very skinny. Plus she vomits daily and more than once. Yet she doesn't act like she's in

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I have a few cousins who were adopted. I haven't seen any of them for many years. But I used to see them relatively often when we were kids. One of them, a female, is dead now. I actually saw her obit online today. I already knew she was dead but I don't think about it that often. Today I've been researching some family connections -- with some up close researching tools, that are still not all

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Here's another little-known entertainer from the past. (I've been thinking about Vernon Hoff, female impersonator, at Grandma Slump. Link 1. Link 2.) This guy's name was Porky Stevens. I googled "Porky Stevens" to see if there's more information on him. The name "Porky Stevens" has since been applied to disgraced Alaskan ex-senator Ted Stevens. I know why Ted would be called "Porky," because of

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Well ... I've been thinking about Valentine's Day coming up. And that means it's time to go by something for my dear bride. We were looking at the Valentine's teddy bears at Walmart the other day and she acted like she'd like one. But I don't know. I don't think a teddy bear is that romantic to have lying around forever, one holding a big red heart. I'd prefer something small, something that an

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OK, like I said a couple days ago, I'm watching "Speedway." I'm still not done with this Elvis Presley movie, since I only watch 15 to 20 minutes a day. The whole scene where Elvis is in Mr. Hepworth's anteroom ... I didn't care for it when I first saw it. But this time I watched it in more detail and it's pretty charming, all the work those guys did to film that number. One part I fairly well

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I have an email account that I forget about, now that I've got my new computer and don't have my old reliable email program anymore. It wouldn't work on Windows 7. The email account is one that gets messages from various thing I signed up for over the years, but by and large it's been captured by spam people. So it's actually worthless. I have another program that can check on it and delete

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I'm watching the Elvis Presley movie "Speedway," bit by bit everyday until I get done. This morning I had the part that includes Nancy Sinatra's song "Your Groovy Self." This is a cool sounding song, and the kids at the Speedway Hangout seemed to enjoy her performance. I always enjoy it too. I keep thinking, That's Frank Sinatra's daughter hanging out with Elvis Presley. Cool. She had a rich

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My next Elvis Presley movie to watch is "Speedway." I started it this morning or maybe last night. I watch movies like this while exercising, so it takes me a few days to get through a whole one. So if I see 10 or 20 minutes of it a day, that gives me plenty to think of the rest of the day. I spend my days mulling over the many interesting facets of these films. The big thing I can say about "

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I finished the Elvis Presley movie, "Paradise, Hawaiian Style." I've been through it before so there weren't any surprises, of course. It was enjoyable. But there's something I noticed at the end, and this is true of the last one I watched too, which was "Girls, Girls, Girls." They cheated us of a romantic scene with Elvis and his love interest in both movies. In "Girls," Laurel is left standing

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