My Motto: When you can't think of a thing,
Observe, criticize, and regurgitate…
I wonder who prompted all the visitors to my modest site last night and this morning. Checked the usual suspects, and saw no links (I wish I could do links). I guess it must, has to be Mark's Virtual Occuquan gaining more and more momentum, issue after issue. God, I hope I spelled that right.
Thought: Have you ever seen a Republican, Barry Goldwater excepted, in horn-rimmed or black framed glasses?
One of these days Mad Dawg is going to jab his poking finger into the wrong eye. Cute the way he has memorized phrases like "Let there be no mistake," and body language like the jabbing finger. "Time is running out" is gaining in popularity too. Mad Dawg uses it, and now, Colin Powell. But the burning question is: Whose time is running out?
Today's L.A Times has a piece titled "That Just-rolled-out-of-bed look goes chic." Greg Marago of the Hartford Courant attributes the wearing of luxurious "sweats" and loungewear day and night to the "cocooning" trend.
I attribute it to fat. Polls show 60% of the adult population is overweight.
What you wore to bed last night just has to be more comfy than jeans with zippers that won't close, even when you lie down to zip them up. A fringe benefit is you can just stumble out of bed, forgo a shower and change of clothing, and start your day, never having to look at what's happening to your body.
I like the phrase "pump and dump" for hyping a stock and then dumping it.
It's transportable too.
Today, "The Hours" drifted down to the lowest number--10--for weekend box office. Where's the surprise? It's a woman's picture, intellectual, and brimming with grief. I can just see the kids in ball caps racing into the cineplex early to get a good seat. As we all know, these little boys are the movie-maker's audience. Since they often can't get into the sex-ridden films, they can at least be lured by violence, sci-fi and fantasy. But every now and then the movie folks make something like "The Hours" just so they can face the family at the dinner table, and maybe pick up an Oscar for best actor, in the bargain. Those who scanned my review, know I found it too sad for even Milk Duds to be of any comfort.
Maureen Dowd (Sunday's New York Times) has taken to referring to Mr. Rumsfield as "Rummy." But I think it's a good alternate nickname for Mad Dawg too. Still, I prefer Mad Dawg for its overtones of criminality, and down home Texas feel.
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