Thursdays are too long. Let’s have some diverting Elvis.
Monthly Archives: September 2007
The Feeling, Power Steering
The charming and erudite konagod tagged me for the 8 Things Meme, which sounded familiar for a good reason: I did it in July. It’s true that I didn’t say much. I wasn’t feeling chatty. I’ll add this: I am completely left-handed. Completely. It’s a miracle my right hand hasn’t withered and fallen off. The only thing I do with my right hand and without thinking is use a scissor, and nobody needs to closely examine the nail polish on my left hand, I mean it!
This week, Siobhan is having her biennial reupholstering at that clinic in Switzerland she swears by. Good luck, sweetie! History proves your vowel sounds will return when you can purse your lips and swear again!
We’re Finally On Our Own
Our beligerant president has always reminded me of someone.
From Wikipedia:
…Kirk’s patience begins to wear thin, especially when Trelane dances with Yeoman Ross and changes her uniform into a flowing formal ball gown. Kirk and Spock both notice that their host never strays far from a particular wall mirror where they surmise that the mirror may be the source of his powers. To test this theory, Kirk provokes Trelane into a duel and during the fight he destroys the mirror and damages some strange machinery inside. It is discovered that Trelane uses this machine to manipulate matter for his amusement. The bridge crew manages to beam back to the Enterprise but, as the ship warps away, Gothos keeps appearing in its path. The Enterprise stops and Kirk beams back to Gothos to confront Trelane. Trelane tells Kirk he must face a trial for “treason”. Trelane condemns Kirk to death by hanging, but Kirk, playing off of Trelane’s childish whims, has a better idea.
In order to have his ship released, Kirk offers himself as the prey for a royal hunt. Trelane gleefully accepts and the hunt begins. Just as Trelane is about to kill Kirk, two energy beings appear and put a stop to his fun. It is revealed that Trelane is the “child” of the two beings. After apologizing to Kirk for their child’s misbehavior, the beings disappear along with the whining Trelane, and Kirk is allowed to return to the ship.
Man, those parents are late.
Might Be Later To Win
In all humility, I think Americans have become profoundly selfish and self-absorbed, and the United States’ influence is deeply corrosive to other cultures. I wish I had something funny to say about this but I don’t. Politics has become a zero sum game played by people who will never feel the consequences of their hubris and arrogance. Frankly, I’m frightened for us. On Labor Day, which is meaningless in a country determined to destroy unions and the foundation of its once-stable middle class, I offer you this not as a celebration, and not because I believe Americans are about to wake up and see what we have done, and what our government has done in our name. No. I have lost all hope of that, but I think that the horror is about to dawn on us, and the consequences are coming. Support for the administration will not protect you.
In All, I Don’t Know Where We’re Going To
Attention: Poor Impulsives! Please make your own sandwiches!
For dinner, Pete carved up a leftover grilled double-thick boneless pork chop and placed it in pleasing geometric patterns on square whole wheat bagel bread. He seasoned turkey breast with olive oil, salt and pepper and grilled it. Pete sliced the turkey breast and placed the slices on the geometrically pleasing pork chop slices before dripping homemade spicy peach barbecue sauce on the sandwiches and the counter. Finally, Pete added two slices of provolone to each pile. He put the sandwiches into a giant hot cast iron pan and covered them with aluminum foil, weighting them down with another cast iron pan. Pete whistled along with the tune on the radio and turned the sandwiches over. He cut them into appealing diagonal quarters. Then we ate the sandwiches and I said a lot of rude things that sounded like, “Ahhh mmmm. I would do you just for this.”
Poor Impulse Control 