It's true! and HOLYFUCK! I can't wait for March, but full disclosure: I'm not in Barra or Screaming Eagles. We STAND! behind Eagles (we're almost in that vid at 4 o'clock). I belong to no Supporters Club because I like standing with Mine in 232 and will only join a Supporters Club when Mine no longer have season tickets, which may be motherfucking soon if they don't mail me a motherfucking check.
Gah! arguing the merits of Buzzard Point v Florida Market. I'd vote Florida Market times a hundred, but I'll never get to fuck-me-jig.
O! Here's Benny on my weird obsession with who's the captain:
I don't want to make a big deal out of it. I hope we have more than one leader on this team. I hope we have a bunch of guys who collectively know what to do and we don't have to have one guy. I don't think that is necessary right now. We're trying to build our team right now and be together. I don't think we need to single anyone out at this point. We'll see how this thing evolves. We have plenty of time.
O! I'm told it's almost certain I will be spending ten days in England this late June/early July with Earthgirl, Planet, and Planet's three best friends. It's their high school graduation presents. We're meeting with the other parents this coming Saturday to discuss $$$$ and logistics. Yessiree, I'm going to be responsible for other peoples' eighteen year old daughters in London. Whee!
- Trailing 2-3 in stoppage. Metaphor.
- A man, two cats, a trio of raccoons.
- Political entertainment.
- Obama at the edge.
- How not to criticize Obama.
- OH MY FUCKING GOD!
- Where Liberals go to feel good.
- Knowing and not knowing.
- Darning his socks....
- Oxtrot's back!
- The dwindling distance between play and work?
- Or, as Earthgirl would say, the dingling distance.
- Best values in public colleges?
- The Present.
- Derek Walcott? Really?
- Grand booming nonsense.
- Cut and paste culture.
- Garden of earthly delights.
- I've nothing against Pandora, I've just never used it.
- Radio Department.
Of course it was a disaster. The unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The danger when we try to leave. Going over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short times we seemed to be alive. Misled, misused, lied to and cheated, certainly. Still, for that little while, we visited our possible life.