Wednesday, May 2, 2012

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The truth is that we're all alittle nuts.

It's  what makes life so interesting.


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I am not a number.
I am not a demographic.
Nor am I a regional bias,
A race,
or
A gender.

I am a human being.

I listen to Rush
And
I listen to NPR.
I read the liberal blogs
And the conservative.
I can join AARP at 50
But like one of our past presidents?
I can also jump out of a perfectly good airplane to celebrate being 80.

And
I can do this irregardless of my sex, age, gender, sexual preference, or racial make up.

I may be a Red Neck in a trailer down in the Deep South
Or I might be in NY,NY.
But with my Internet?
I'm a citizen of the world.

I love rap and opera.
Country music and clasical.
I can operate on a person in the AM
And?
I can drive a Harley home.

I buy stuff.
I vote.


I try very hard to listen to everyone not just the people who I agree with.

And I love to laugh.

While I can do these things between the ages of 18 to 48?

I will not stop doing these things because  I have reached 50 
or reached menopause
or blown out the 99 candles on my birthday cake.





I am sick, sick,  sick of television for dummies.


It's not entertaining.

It's stupid.

I have a brain.


That is why I started watching The Late Late Show with CF.

There in the middle of the night, I've been able to laugh at all the "bleeP" that has been sanitized, prechewed, and basically dumbed down for my entertainment.

Now? I have this terrible feeling that you're trying to dumb down TheLLS too.

Please, if you must screw with the rest of tv?

Hey have at it.

But when it comes to the Late Late Show with Tv's Craig Ferguson?


You've just got to trust me when I say?






I  can't live by your rules man.


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Gloom.

Just gloom.

No, I don't know why.

Well, I do but I'm not going to talk about it.

Much.

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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

. Post card from my May vacation. Went out in the front yard in my boxers. Dogs needed a run and I needed the fresh air. This years rave for red neck motorcyclist must have been one heck of a time. We could hear them for miles. Seriously miles. A couple of years ago when they had the Elvis impersonator, no one complained. Anyway I got to sit in the front yard, watch the stars, listen to "Shout", and watch the dogs run around looking for rabbits. In my underwear. Life's good. :D .