Dear Diary

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I thought these were cool.

Still feeling a tad wonky. ugh.

It’s supposed to get up into the high 90s today. Also, high humidily. I will be so glad when fall gets here.

Here is a song I like by Abakus.

Here is another one.

And yet another one.

These are my 3 favorite songs by Abakus.

Tumblr has been acting goofy. It’s rather irritating.

I just walked into the living room. Robin Thicke is on tv singing that obnoxious song of his. He annoys me.



Dear Diary

I just went back and read the post I did yesterday. Man, how pitiful and pathetic did that thing sound? Nothing could be semi-further from the truth. Well, kind of.

I like people. When the act like people, that is. Unfortunately that is hard to find. Therefore, I’m not liking them too much. Sure, a few here and there. But, for the most part I come across mindless zombies living in what appears to be post-apocalyptic America. NEK. Today was one of those days. Ambling. Tunnelvision. No recognition of the fact that they are not the only people in the vicinity. Self-absorbed. Oblivious. In a trance-like state. Numb. etc. and on and on

After work and then my adverture at Wal Mart, I spent most the the rest of the day watching a Matlock marathon on the INSP channel. It’s so ludicrous how they edit that show for that channel. They bleep put all of the ‘hells’ and damns’, but leave in all of the violence and gunplay. They leave in the strip club billboards in the background with half naked women on them. I don’t get it. Okay, I do get it. It’s called the arbitrary and bizarre world we live in. I don’t even know why I begin to try and even figure any of it out. It’s unfigureoutable.

Also, I watched Big Brother. ugh. Those people on that show. I also watched the finale of Whodunnit. I actualy liked that show.

Work tomorrow and then off for two days. Awesomeness.

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This is seriously one of the funniest things that I’ve seen in a long time.

p.s.s. I used to like Baseball. Now it makes me want to puke. My liking of football has intensified greatly.

Dear Diary

vintage photo 2Got up at 6:30. That’s actually oversleeping for me. See that picture on the left? I sure miss those days. Very rarely am I surrounded by guys anymore. 90 % of the time I am surrounded by women. It pretty much drives me crazy.

After watching television for a few hours I went to Conway with Sue. I really wasn’t up for it. I had a stomach issue. But, I went. We went to Kohl’s, T.J. Max (where I bought a Beatles iphone case), some other clothing store that I can’t recall the name of and Pier One (where I bought an indigo blue candle and reed diffuser). On the way home we drove through Mayflower. It looks the same as when I lived there 25 years ago. Drudgy and dysfunctional. What a horrid place to live. They’ve had pollution issues there lately.

I watched football for a while and then went into work. It was okay. Even though I still had some stomach issues I was able to handle it pretty well.

  1. After getting home I finished watching that extreme makeover weight loss show that I had recorded. Now, I am in bed. Back to work at 6 am.

Stamped from the dough of suffering with a heart-shaped cookie knife.

Dear Diary

Got a really cool bistro table today for 55 bucks. It was the Ashmont. Normally 220 dollars. It had some swirly scratches on the table top. 75 percent off. The lady who returned it said that it was that way when she took it out of the box. What a liar. More than likely she scratched it all up when she was putting it together. Anyway, my boss let her return it. So, I bought it at the discount. You can easily cover the scratches up with a big doily or something. I didn’t get my 25 percent discount because it’s an as is product. 55 bucks is still a really good price for it, even if it is scratched.

Getting the table was the highlight of the work day. The rest of it was just odd. It seemed like everything was out of kilter. One of those days where you feel like you’re in the Twilight Zone. I wasn’t even drugged up on sinus medicine or hungover or anything. I kept wondering, “What is wrong with me”? Every time that I listened to myself talk, it sounded like nothing that I was saying made any sense. That happens to me every once in a blue moon. Must be some biorhythm thing. IDK.

I ate at Sonic tonight. I haven’t been there in a while. I wanted to try that pretzel hotdog, but opted for the footlong instead. Maybe I’ll get it next time. Or maybe I’ll never get it.

Dear Diary – Melville, Key and Lincoln


Herman Melville – He’s actually half-way decent looking.

Well well, if it isn’t August 1. It’s also Herman Melville’s birthday. He’s the guy that wrote Moby Dick. I must confess that I’ve never made it all of the way through Moby Dick. I’ll get half-way through and then go, “This is boring. Why am I reading this boring book about a whale”? I know that it’s all supposed to be a metaphor for man’s struggle in life, but still…
Maybe one day I will read it all of the way through. But I doubt it. They didn’t make us read it in high school. They made us read Animal Farm and 1984.

It’s also Francis Scott Key’s birthday. He wrote The Star-Spangled Banner. Well, the words anyway. The music was already there. It was a popular British song written by John Stafford Smith for the Anacreontic Society, a men’s social club of amateur musicians.
Anyway, you’d think that Francis Scott could have picked an easier song to put the words to. If something is going to be your National Anthem then why would you set it to music that people are going to butcher every time they sing it? Beats me. Personally, as far as the National Anthem is concerned, I prefer the Jimi Hendrix version that he performed at Woodstock the best. Everytime I listen to it I’m like, “Yeah, this is what America is”.

I never made it to Woodstock. I was only 12. I didn’t have a driver’s license yet. Plus, my parent’s were like, “NO”. I had to settle for the album that later came out. My friends would come over and we would listen to the “Fish Cheer” by Country Joe McDonald. I always thought it was stupid that they called it the “Fish Cheer”. Later on it was changed to the “Fuck Cheer”.

It’s also Robert Todd Lincoln’s birthday. He was Abe’s son.
Here’s the weird thing about Robert.

Robert Lincoln was coincidentally either present or nearby when three presidential assassinations occurred.

  • Lincoln was not present at his father’s assassination. But he was nearby and arrived at Ford’s Theater shortly after his father was shot. Robert attended his father’s deathbed at Petersen House, where the President was removed to after the shooting.
  • At President James A. Garfield’s invitation, Lincoln was at the Sixth Street Train Station in Washington, D.C., where the President was shot by Charles J. Guiteau on July 2, 1881, and was an eyewitness to the event. Lincoln was serving as Garfield’s Secretary of War at the time.
  • At President William McKinley’s invitation, Lincoln was at the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, New York, where the President was shot by Leon Czolgosz on September 6, 1901, though he was not an eyewitness to the event.

Lincoln himself recognized the frequency of these coincidences. He is said to have refused a later presidential invitation with the comment “No, I’m not going, and they’d better not ask me, because there is a certain fatality about presidential functions when I am present.”

Weird, huh.

In non-birthday news, it’s humid. Super-humid. I was out in the sun for 5 hours earlier today. Thought I was gonna get heat stroke. I had to do the truck at work and we’re getting all of this Halloween crap in. ugh. Fuckin’ glitter everywhere. I was at Hobby Lobby last month and they already had their Christmas stuff out.

Anyway, IBD.

Dear Diary: It’s my birthday. 56 is the new…I don’t know what

Well, it’s here. My birthday. 56. I have nothing big planned. Still being here is plan enough.

I suppose that I could have had a Sweet 16 + 40 party. That might have been fun. Or not.

I was born on a Friday and today is Friday. According to that Monday’s Child fortune-telling nursery rhyme song, Friday’s Child is ‘loving and giving’. I suppose that could be true. On some days anyway. I really feel sorry for those Wednesday’s Child people. They are full of woe. Nice way to set someone up for success.

It’s also Hart Hanson’s birthday. Same day and year. He is the creator of the Bones tv show. It’s like we’re twins. Only he’s a famous television producer and I’m not.


ugh. Another birthday.

And let’s not forget Mick Jagger. He turns 70 today. That’s really impressive. To go through all of that rock star stuff and still be here and performing.

Let’s not forget Dorothy Hamill. She turns 57 today. She won the Olympic Gold in figure skating in 1976. Tomorrow is Peggy Fleming’s birthday. She won the gold medal in 1968. Hmmm…that’s weird. I think I’ll go check out the birthday’s of the other U.S. female gold winners in figure skating.

…a few minutes later.

Tenley Albright, the ’56 champion. Born July 18. Another winner born in July.
Kristi Yamaguchi, the ’92 champion. Born July 12. Yet another winner born in July. Strange!

Oh wait. Carol Heiss, Tara Lipinski and Sarah Hughes screwed it up. Tara is June 10. Well, that’s kinda close. Carol Heiss, the ’60 winner is Jan. 20. Sarah Hughes, the 2002 winner is May 2.

Oh well, there goes that theory.

Let’s see. Who else was born today.

George Clinton, the 4th vice president of the U.S. Well, if I can’t have a presidential birthday, then I guess a vice president will have to do. Although, sharing a birthday with Funkadelic George Clinton would have been much cooler.

George Bernard Shaw. That’s cool. Nobel Prize laureate.

Carl Jung. A Swiss psychiatrist.

George Grosz. German Painter. I love Grosz. His stuff is cool.

Aldous Huxley. The guy who wrote Brave New World. He died on Nov. 22, 1963. The exact same day as JFK. I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t by a stray bullet though. C.S. Lewis also died on that day too. Of course, their deaths were kind of overlooked.

Vivian Vance. AKA Ethel Mertz

Blake Edwards and Jason Robards. Both born in 1922. One a director and the other an actor.

Stanley Kubrick. Another director.

Joe Jackson. Father of Michael and the rest of the Jackson clan.

Dobie Gray and Mary Jo Kopechne. Both born in 1940. Dobie was a singer/songwriter. He did that song Drift Away. It was a big hit in ’73. Mary Jo was that girl who died in Ted Kennedy’s car at Chappaquiddick.

Bobby Hebb, Darlene Love and Brenton Wood. All born in 1941. All famous American singers.

Helen Mirren (1945) and Sandra Bullock (1964). Both academy award-winning actresses. At one time, they were both up for the award at the same time. Interesting.

Kevin Spacey. He’s cool.

There are more, but yeah, I’m over listing them.

As far as events go, Carlos Castillo Armas, dictator of Guatemala, was assassinated on the day I was born.

Things sure that changed a lot since the day I was born. They have color tv now. How remarkable. Who’da thought. The Viet Nam war is over. Eisenhower isn’t president anymore (how time flies). We went to the moon like 6 times (allegedly). We played golf on the moon (allegedly). There was a thing called Women’s Lib. Ladies marched and burned their bras. There was the Civil Rights movement. There was disco (I turned 21 at the height of the disco era. That was fun).
slinkyThere was the slinky (which I could never get to go down the stairs like in the commercials), Silly Putty (that got me grounded because I was always ripping the newspaper when I was trying to copy the comics on it) and the Rubik’s Cube (which I could never solve).
There were assassinations. JFK. RFK. MLK.
There was the thing called Y2K. That was a weird time.
Oh no, all of the computers are going to shut down and there will be chaos. We should stock up on water and guns.
Oh wait, we fixed it. Never mind.
There was 9/11. It was a Tuesday. I was in Blimpy’s Sandwich shop when I found out. I immediately ran home and started recording all of the news coverage on vcr tapes. I later recorded over them with Magnum pi episodes. So much for preserving history.

Dear Diary: Chandler Rocks, Ulysses is really Hiram and Carol is a twit

OMG. Jump up and down and do cartwheels. It’s Raymond Chandler’s birthday. Homeboy died in 1959. I got to share the earth with him for 20 months.

Chandler wrote some of the best lines in the history of fiction. At least I think so.

There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.
=The Long Goodbye

That’s so true. Nobody can sabotage your life more that yourself.

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts.
-The Big Sleep

So true. It is a hell of a lot easier to get over a broken heart than it is to get over being dead. It’s also easier to HELP someone get over a broken heart than it is to help someone get over being dead.

To say goodbye is to die a little
-The Long Goodbye

IKR. Relevant and true.

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Dear Diary: Happy Birthday Erle Stanley Gardner and Phoebe Snow

Today is Erle Stanley Gardner’s birthday. He was born in 1889 and died in 1970. I love Erle. He created Perry Mason. Perry is my favorite fictional character of all time.

It’s also Phoebe Snow’s birthday. She was born in 1950. Poor homegirl died in 2011. I love Phoebe. Mainly because of Poetry Man. What a fabulous song. When I first heard it I hated it. Couldn’t stand it. But then one day I was like, “You know what, I really like that song”. And then later, “Wow, I really LOVE that song”. It seems like most of the songs that I absolutely hated when I first heard them end up being my favorite songs of all time. Funny how that happens. There’s got to be a name for that. I don’t know what it is though.

Other songs I hated in the beginning but later became my favorites.
Loving You by Minnie Riperton
Maggie May by Rod Stewart
Midnight at the Oasis by Maria Muldaur

There are others, but those are the ones that I hated the most before I started loving them.

It’s also Nicolette Larson’s birthday. She died in ’97 at the age of 45. She had a hit with Lotta Love.

I like it all right. I especially like the saxophone, flute and strings. I wouldn’t say it’s one of my absolute favorites though.

It’s also P.J. Soles birthday.
Well who in the hell is that?
She played Lynda in the Halloween movie. You know, the one with Jamie Lee Curtis. Only one of the best horror movies of all time. Anyway, she was the girl who got strangled with the telephone cord. Too bad they didn’t have cell phones back then. She’d probably still be alive. Lynda that is. P.J. is still around. She turns 63 today. EGADS!

Another celebrity birthday is…


David Hasselhoff!

David, David, David. Why on earth did you have to leave America’s Got Talent? Probably because you figured out that they don’t. Have talent, that is. It’s not like I’m a big fan or anything. I mean you all right. But dude, they replaced you with Howie Mandell. Could there possibly be anybody more annoying? Not to mention that fact that y’all are complete opposites. You eat hamburgers off of the floor and he’s afraid of germs.

And let’s not forget Phyllis Diller and Vince Guaraldi. Poor Phyllis. Died last year.
Who’s Vince Guaraldi? HELLO! He was a jazz musician. He wrote the music for the Peanuts cartoons. He was only 47 when he died.

There are other birthdays, but these are the most relevant to me.

In non-birthday news:

Last night I watched that new show Hollywood Game Night. It was entertaining. The host is Jane Lynch. She’s okay. There are 2 contestants and 6 celebrities that play the game. The problem with 6 celebrities is that there is always going to be one of them that you can’t stand or that gets on your nerves. Last night it was Martin Short. Aargh. He’s not as prance around neurotic as Robin Williams, but he’s close. Dude, learn how to focus. You wear me out.

Next week the irritating celebrity is Rob Riggle. ick.

Big Brother is on tonight. More childish drama in a faux-house full of idiots and crybabies. oh boy.

I go into work at 1:30. No bitches, please.

Dear Diary

barnabasI was off the past few days.
I spent most of yesterday reading digital comic books. I know. Real mature. But, they look really cool on a computer screen. Not so much on an iphone.
I read 5 Dark Shadows. 5 CSIs. Part of a Pat Novak.

I am so sick of the Zimmerman trail. I am sick of seeing it on tv and I am sick of people talking about it. And I am sick of those attorneys. ugh. You are not Perry Mason.

The people next door moved out. Not Judy. The ones on the other side. Good. They were odd. Of course, I say that about everybody in this neighborhood.