Cold wet overcast day.
Yesterday was a nice enough day for a bike ride.
Today is not
Shoulda
Anyway, this link is probably funny.
Palin
I can't watch it from here cause, cause.........whatever it's called, it's too slow.
Sent to me by the other Meredith.
The one from the book group.
Well be getting together on Dec 7 for the next book a book which I haven't read yet.
I'll have to do something about it.
If I have to.
I guess.
They always want to read serious stuff.
Stuff with social redeeming value.
I jist wanna read trash.
Detective stories.
Cop stories.
I especially like spy stories written by former employees where the bad guy turns out to be the boss.
This seems to be most of them
Cop stories are like that, too, if it isn't the chief it's the mayor.
Also, I just read an historic novel.
One about fools.
Specifically Yorick.
You know, that bald guy in Hamlet?
The story is basically a prehash of Hamlet with some extra bells and whistles.
And a happy ending.
Sort of.
There's lots of unhappy middle.
Which makes the ending not totally happy.
But then again it all took place in Denmark in 1100 so they'd all be dead by now anyway.
So, like all endings it's just an ending, a couple of fly leaves, and ads for the next of the series.
But now I'm reading about some drunk geologist about to save the world from environmentalists.
Sorry, I mean he is a tough, hard drinking, two fisted, college educated, oil company suck up.....whoops, Freudian slip.
Any whatever he is there's enough of the usual gunfights, knife fights, fistfights and torture to keep it's comedy mask firmly in place.
Kinda like the Clint Eastwood stuff.
But not as pretty.
It's just a book, white pages, black type.
No blue eyes.
As long as I'm drifting away from the subject here, I jist wanna say if I had some guy with a pistol out to kill me and I had him in my high powered rifle sights at 100 yards and my first shot hit him in the chest with a metallic clang and didn't stop him, my next shot would be a head shot.
But I wasn't directing the thing, was I?
Now, I suppose I should drift back to the subject at hand.
But damned if I can find one.
Other than the ones giving purpose to the predicates
In the sentences.
That's a joke.
The string quartet recording deal is proceeding apace. (crochets = 76)
Meredith the other other one (this one) wants to go to Office Max or some such place for a binder to organize the trip pictures.
So, beware if you ever come to visit, you might have to look at them.
so.....
Today is not
Shoulda
Anyway, this link is probably funny.
Palin
I can't watch it from here cause, cause.........whatever it's called, it's too slow.
Sent to me by the other Meredith.
The one from the book group.
Well be getting together on Dec 7 for the next book a book which I haven't read yet.
I'll have to do something about it.
If I have to.
I guess.
They always want to read serious stuff.
Stuff with social redeeming value.
I jist wanna read trash.
Detective stories.
Cop stories.
I especially like spy stories written by former employees where the bad guy turns out to be the boss.
This seems to be most of them
Cop stories are like that, too, if it isn't the chief it's the mayor.
Also, I just read an historic novel.
One about fools.
Specifically Yorick.
You know, that bald guy in Hamlet?
The story is basically a prehash of Hamlet with some extra bells and whistles.
And a happy ending.
Sort of.
There's lots of unhappy middle.
Which makes the ending not totally happy.
But then again it all took place in Denmark in 1100 so they'd all be dead by now anyway.
So, like all endings it's just an ending, a couple of fly leaves, and ads for the next of the series.
But now I'm reading about some drunk geologist about to save the world from environmentalists.
Sorry, I mean he is a tough, hard drinking, two fisted, college educated, oil company suck up.....whoops, Freudian slip.
Any whatever he is there's enough of the usual gunfights, knife fights, fistfights and torture to keep it's comedy mask firmly in place.
Kinda like the Clint Eastwood stuff.
But not as pretty.
It's just a book, white pages, black type.
No blue eyes.
As long as I'm drifting away from the subject here, I jist wanna say if I had some guy with a pistol out to kill me and I had him in my high powered rifle sights at 100 yards and my first shot hit him in the chest with a metallic clang and didn't stop him, my next shot would be a head shot.
But I wasn't directing the thing, was I?
Now, I suppose I should drift back to the subject at hand.
But damned if I can find one.
Other than the ones giving purpose to the predicates
In the sentences.
That's a joke.
The string quartet recording deal is proceeding apace. (crochets = 76)
Meredith the other other one (this one) wants to go to Office Max or some such place for a binder to organize the trip pictures.
So, beware if you ever come to visit, you might have to look at them.
so.....
Labels: I jist wanna read trash
posted by Lane Savant at 10:54 AM
20 Comments:
Damn, Doug.....all that blather about books, films, biking, music, Merediths, photographs, and such, and not a peep about the day; Veteran's Day, even though you are one, and I am one, and this country is at war officially on two fronts and unofficially against its own people. Yeah, we the people, bent over, lubbed up, having to embrace fascism, greed, the New Crusades, and the New Depression--and here you are Mum, not a word, not a dribbling of wisdom or wit.
Somehow I hoped for , expected more from a great intellect and ersatz artist such as yourself. Actually, as a retired person, married to a retired person, who could give a shit that most of us have this day off of work, and a guy who did not embrace his military years with much gusto--I suppose this day did not knock your hat off, did not introduce itself to you as an object worthy of discussion. Then again, all I have done today is watch old copies I have of INSIDE THE ACTOR'S STUDIO, and read more of Sherman Alexie's poetry, some of which will find its way to FFTR; and my envy of the participants in the Army of the Retired shows itself to be less than gracious at times. Shame on me, and good on you as they say in Sydney.
Perhaps it is a good thing you were not directing Squint in FISTFUL OF DOLLARS, or he would have suffered a head shot, both photographically and literarily, and Carmel never would have had a mayor, enit?
Did I ever tell you about my Harley ride up the Alcan Highway? Probably did. It just tickles me that you spent several years in Alaska paving the way for Palin, by only dating the Eskimos.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Eddy Emerald
Regardless of your obvious bitterness toward the United States Army, never forget that it trained you, gave you a profession that sustained a wonderful life style for many decades, allowed you to drive Porches, and other people's Ferraris.
...................General George P.
I know that you were reading my poetry even then in the early 60's, with Kennedy as President. But since the internet was not a reality, you could not profess your love for me yet. Personally, I think you looked very suave and sexy in your uniform.
.....................Emily
What the hell did you do on leave in Fairbanks? Glenn used to haunt movie theaters in San Diego on his liberties, his pals called him "Big Time" cuz he was always headed downtown. Did you hike in the forest, or just shovel snow, or hang around the library, or count the Rolls and Bentleys in town, go to movies too?
.............Oliver Stoned
I was afraid to join the Army. I knew that being Jewish I had little chance of being drafted, plus I had chicken legs and sunken chest and screamed like a little girl when I saw a needle. So I got myself on as a young brash writer on SHOW OF SHOWS, and guys like Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks tutored me. But I thank, on this Veteran's Day, for serving your country, and then having the good sense to get the hell out before the Viet Nam war began to heat up. Peacetime soldier, man is that an oxymoron.
..................Woody's Alen
The only good Indian is a dead Indian.
.................George A. Custer
Well, we shut your midget boorish long blond haired arrogant pie hole, Armstrong, but those plague blankets your pals gave us later really got some white man's revenge.
.....................Sitting Bull
The blankets were a cool idea, but it was mumps and firewater that really did a job on you heathens.
.......................Wild Bill Hiccup
Veterans come in all sizes, and all colors. Let's not degrade this day with dishonor and baleful thoughts. Too many of our young people are still on the Bush battlements, still out there in harm's way. So enough is enough Anono's. Doug, as a veteran, will make his statement, his two cents worth to all this in his own time.
......Colin P.
Personally, I am very disappointed that my outfit, The Rump Rangers, do not get to share in all this tribute and honor crap. We could bitch slap with the best of them, and many of us were crack shots.
...................Fred Farkle
And most of us know what kind of crack you are referring to, Freddie.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Elton's John
That is disgusting, punks. There is not place on this day for sound offs from poofs and faggots.
...................Squint Eastwood
I just want to know if my marriage is still legal in the State of California.
...................Rosey
I am curious as to what the latest FFTL blogee, Ms. Jannie will have to say about this latest exchange of views and philosophy, or either of the Merediths, or Anonomann, or Lane Savant, or either of the two Alex's? Yes, the columns of comments section on this sterling blog do ring with jibes, jocularity, and jokes--and often it is funny too. I feel privileged just to be in the company of such jesters.
Glenn
Hallo, Lane!
After reading this blog, I think you should write your own crime novel, perhaps with the villans the 5th floor lunies and their hit men the Benaroya Security troops.
If you were to write this, I read the first crime novel I would have ever read!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Hallo, Lane, Glenn, and all the others commenting on your blogsite!
For your side of the Atlantic, evidently 11-11 is Veterans Day.
In Europe, the Fasching (Carnival) season begins at 11 a.m. on 11-11. "Feel free to laugh" over here in GWB's "Old Europe"!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
Happy Belated Fasching! And to all a good night and a good day. Anonomann has hit on something, Lane. Start a short story at first, a crime thriller with the 5th floor thugs as shock troops, shaking down the artists and intellectuals in Seattle; the CAPER OF THE BENAROYA BULLIES, or some such title. Maybe you could write the first chapter, and invite others to add stuff; kind of a cooperative collaborative serial right here on FFTL.
If you considered yesterday as rainey, then peep your head outside today. Christ! It is dumping like 27 lunatics out there this morning. I hydroplaned all the way to the office. Went to an Executive Committee Meeting for the TFC last night, and for a change it was fully attended and we got a lot done. I am designing and running off the 2009 membership cards; or rather my son-in-law, the graphics designer is. But, hell, I'm paying for it, enit?
Well, sir, we all await your response, your comments on the comments, for there is fine fodder for you ascerbic wit, your unique perspective, your particular line of BS.
Glenn
Vererans day/
I'm not a veteran.
I'm a classic.
Actually I thought of writing a murder mystery.
Involving "Triangle man" the least employed member of some obscure orchestra.
But thanks to so some creative politicing, the highest paid.
When a murder is commited , he takes it upon himself to solve it.
Remember inspector Clouseau? (you try to spell it)
After he fouls up the case and virtually destroys the orchestra, he is, of course promoted and given a seat on the board.
I havn't decided who dies yet.
With any luck, I never will.
I think I spotted a bear today.
But I'm not sure.
That wasn't a bear, that was me.
................Emily
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