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Showing posts with label Grand Duchy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grand Duchy. Show all posts

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Queen of Fakes and Imitators


Source: flickr.com via Lisa on Pinterest


Shoooeeeee. You guys. I went to Craigslist searching for a job working on a phone sex line and ended up applying for several freelance writing jobs. Yeah, I can see how the two are related. We'll see what happens with that. At this point my job search is pretty much in the spaghetti category. Fling it against the wall and hope something sticks.

Everything else gets scooped up and covered in sauce.

Anyway. Today's a day for some other kinds of research and for fulfilling promises made. Before I go, I must ask - Did you watch the comedy on MSNBC last night? Such a hot mess. More hair! Less brains! Execution applause lines!  Fuck y'all. What have we devolved back into? I didn't even watch the debate. MathMan was watching the Phillies play somebody and I was reading my Twitter feed and screaming with laughter. At one point Nate popped into the room to make sure I was okay.

And tonight? I'm fully prepared to be underwhelmed. It seems we're a nation incapable of big ideas, bold plans. Unless, of course, big ideas and bold plans include blowing the holy fuck out of brown people. Then we're aces.

Maybe if the phone sex thing doesn't work out, I'll consider the military. Specifically and more lucrative, a job with a military contractor. They need housekeepers, yes?

Oy, let's shift gears. The real world brings me down. Today is a day for art. You know, when everything else seems like it's sliding into the fuckpile (mmm fuckpile), at least we still have art. Thank somebody's god for that saving grace.

Right then. Here's where I will be when I'm not working on my own manuscript.

Book by Kevin Edwards
Poetry by Hafiz
Visuals for inspiration

This song by Gillian Welch (hell, her whole discography if I'm being straight with you) with David Rawlings who appears to be an  underappreciated guitar god. I know. I'm late to this one. Yow - Za.


You're welcome.

Where are you escaping to these days?

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Did I tell you about the place called Doo Wah Diddy?


Another sultry day in the middle of nowhere...

I'm going to go do some sweating and swatting at flies while I peruse the books at the library's used book sale. I've got my church fan and tote bag and I'm ready to go

Later, I'll be committing acts of the domestic kind. There's a big ole watermelon to cut up and a layer cakey to bake. I'm reading Grand Duchy by Kevin Edwards and I hope to have it finished this weekend, too. And naps. I foresee naps. Dr. Who is on tonight and that's our family night activity. A bucket of popcorn and Dr. Who. Jump back, we're a wild bunch.

I used to mourn the end of summer, but these days I welcome it. The dog days aren't over here, but there's just the tiniest hint of change in the air. The light slants a little and by the late afternoon it's like you're tangoing in a tide, but cooler days are coming. I'm ready for it. I am itchin to be itchin in a wool sweater.

Wishing you a wonderful long weekend. What are your plans?

Take it away, Curly....



For blog commenter Denise. Oh, how I love Phil Harris. My favorite Jack Benny programs are the ones featuring Phil, Dennis Day, Don Wilson, Rochester and Mary Livingston.