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The Mystery of the Masonic Effigy
As Grace Slick once said...."your mind, is so full of bread." I like what Buddy Hackett once said, when a person came to his door asking for a donation to save the endangered snow geese, as there were only 10 left in the world. Buddy replied, "one craps on my car, there will only be 9."— July 1, 2009 10:26 a.m.
Leaf Blower (ain't no snow in San Diego)
Visduh...I'll put your story in my memory bank as yet ANOTHER reason I hate leaf blowers. People use them to place dirt from one pile, onto another! I get burned out talking about racism, as it seems to come up so often. But I like to think in this country, the powers that be, will eventually get things right (I know, I know...wishful thinking). If leaf blowers do more harm than good, people won't care who is using them most.— July 1, 2009 9:44 a.m.
Oscar Nominations
Well, along those lines andrea, they just announced a few more changes. They are moving the honorary awards to a separate event and declaring that they may not name a winner in the "best song" category. Strange.— June 30, 2009 4:22 p.m.
Leaf Blower (ain't no snow in San Diego)
I'll never forget this doofus named Ed that I went to high school with (ended up stealing cars, going to jail, and now he's a trucker). He bought a motorcycle when we were in our late teens. We all told him he's insane and will get into an accident and die. He broke his collar bone when a car in front of him decided to make an illegal u-turn on a residential street. He flew over their hood, and 30 feet over the asphault before landing. He was wearing a helmet, before it was the law, or he probably would've died.— June 30, 2009 4:15 p.m.
Leaf Blower (ain't no snow in San Diego)
SD...I'm almost in complete agreement with you on this. One of the points where you are wrong, is the car alarms. I mean, you're not wrong about them going off. I've heard it after they zoom by. But that to me, immediately passes the blame onto the car owner. If your alarm is SOOO senstive that a loud motorcycle, an airplane, or UPS truck sets it off...you're JUST AS BAD, or worse, then the leaf blowers and motorcycle mamas that cruise around. Second, after attending a biker party (and living to tell about it), they brought up a point I had never considered. So many cars don't see them, cut them off, and almost kill them... having a louder bike enables cars to hear them coming, and let them know they're there. Although, I'd like them to know that that merely makes me WANT to hit them with my car! If you own a motorcycle, you're taking the risk. Just because a few idiotic drivers don't pay attention or look around and see a bike in their blind spot, doesn't mean the rest of the world has to suffering from listening to those roaring beasts as they fly by our neighborhoods.— June 30, 2009 3:40 p.m.
The Mystery of the Masonic Effigy
Jeff, You're like...smart or somethin'. The only thing I'm perplexed by, is what this George Washington portrait was that was stolen. Who would steal an item like that? And why? I also wonder...if you wrote this on your computer at Cream. I sometimes see people in their writing, as if they want others to see them and think they're penning the next great American novel. Or a screenplay they can eventually tell a girl was being "considered" by a handful of studios. I did find the piece interesting, as I know the area well. If I wrote a story along these lines, it would start like this: "Chirp," said the grey bird perched on my antenna. His beautiful language sounded devine in the sleepless state I'm in as I walk my dog. For a brief second, we share a moment together. I stare at his little black eyes. He, or maybe it's a she...I can't tell with birds. It's not like they have a thingy hanging down I can see....looks back at me. It twists it's head a bit, as if it's doing a Linda Blair impression. But where Blair puked green pea soup at everyone, this bird has a different thing in mind. It lifts a tail feather, as our eyes stay locked. And it craps on my car hood. The vehicle I just had washed and waxed yesterday. It continues looking at me, as if to mock my ability to do anything about it. If I had a clock, I'd chuck it at this thing, yelling "Meet this mechanical cuckoo...and die you little bastard!!" But without anything to kill this little rat with wings, it does nothing but stand perfectly still. I approach, with only the bag I'm going to clean up another animals poop with. I'm thinking if the bird is still there when I get close enough, his little feathery a** is going inside. But alas, he flies off into the morning sunrise. I can only stand there, with my fist in the air... ...and flip him the bird!— June 30, 2009 3:33 p.m.
Old Neighborhood, New Friends
Oh Magic...that Ugly Kid Joe version of Cats in the Cradle is horrid. His voice doesn't work for that. Don't get me wrong...I actually like that band. I have two of their CDs. I dig "I Hate Everything About You," and there's another song that has this amazing, bluesy riff. Can't think of the title. I became friends briefly with a guy that played bass in that band. He and the singer didn't get along. He's working at some lab in Sorrento Valley last I heard, but still gets the occasional residual check. And occasional nude photos of women that are fans. Damn musicians.— June 30, 2009 12:13 a.m.
Playing The Field
If lunch is on SD...I want in on it. I mean, hey...I'm not going to be able to add much talk if it turns to literary greats like Beckett. Now, if you talk about Walter Becker, I'll have a few things to add. Nice piece, refried. Mine will appear in a Crasher in a few weeks.— June 30, 2009 12:09 a.m.
Offline at The Field
Damn it! You're right! I never started the book. (in homer simpson voice): stupid reading.— June 29, 2009 7:19 p.m.
BREAKING NEWS BLOG -- Michael Jackson and Farrah Die
First...sorry to hear about your friends predicaments. Second...I'm with you, up until your last paragraph. First, whatever casting calls are going on, have NOTHING to do with anything. Sometimes studios need certain "types". I do think women sometimes have it tougher in Hollywood, but that's just because there aren't as many interesting roles for women. But that's even a complaint that I don't care much about. I mean...if a movie is about an astronaut, like Moon...well, I'm guessing their are more male astronauts than female, so a man is cast. I think in Hollywood, it's the Middle-Eastern people that have it the worst, as they are usually cast as terrorists (and that was the case before 9/11). I have no problem with affirmative action, as I believe in the work place, there are reasons why it's necessary. I just think there are certain ways it should and shouldn't be done (and I never cared for Jesse Jackson threatening to boycott companies if they don't comply the way he sees fit...and then they can always "pay" his company, which he claims donates to these causes; that, to me, is just black mail that lines his pockets). I also don't have a problem when scholarships are set up for certain races. I know a few white people that always complained about that. I did, however, have a problem when UC schools were lowering their admission standards for certain races that were having a hard time scoring as high as other races. Because...not admitting one kid who got better tests scores, just so there's "diversity" sets things back, creates bitterness...and it has people wondering...if the doctor of a certain race is working on them, maybe they weren't as "good" as another doctor, and only got in to med school because of lower standards for them (again...that's kind of faulty logic, I believe; if someone got thru medical school, I really don't care what they got on their SATs, they're probably qualified to do anything to my body they see fit, and I have no problem what color my doctor is)— June 29, 2009 4:38 p.m.