Someone described me the other day as “the sensitive, straight male, who knows everything there is to know about Seinfeld and football, and eats at the Cracker Barrel, and is forever trying to figure out what girls like, and what girls might like about him.”
That’s my description of to Bone I would add two things to that: laconic, which I didn’t know then, and one of the best writers on the net and beyond, which I did. He’s complex which gives him great range.
Bone’s Southern but the Seinfeld thing adds a Northern sensibility at times. That’s probably why he gets my humor; or it might be because he’s quirky, but in the really good sense of becoming more interesting and more fun.
The story he wrote Sunday night is pure Southern. Makes me want to speak Southern, wear a summer dress, put my hair up, and drink a Dr Pepper, and it’s a freezing January night in New York.
Have a post at Bring it On! that continues on my Oprah theme. I’m so into being true to my truth that I had to put a disclaimer on the title of this post, and refrained from making a joke about the money that Bone paid me for that which is good.
Martin Luther King Jr had a dream; I don’t think that we have lived up to, in so many ways,
Al Gore should have been as good in his campaign as he was in his speech.
Let’s take our country back and make Martin Luther King Jr’s dream come true.
The MLKJR parade in New York used to be on the closest Sunday to his birthday in January, as it was freezing and the only winter parade, almost nobody would go. Lived just off the parade route, hate parades but would go just because it looked so lonely.
Fortunately they moved it to May or June and I never had to go again. This doesn’t mean that I have anything against Dr. King, but hate parades with a passion that I reserve for many things.
I lived across from The Central Park Zoo which was closed to be redone for about a decade. The gates to it were wrapped in a silver something, and looked like a permanent Christo exhibit. Honestly I loved it; thought that it was totally cool
I’m wiped. Tired and in need of some serious days away from the computer, as in not posting on Wednesday and Thursday or answering comments, etc. It’s not that I don’t love you…Did solve the worlds problems a week ago on Monday. Then the nitrous oxide wore off, and I can’t remember a thing except how good I felt, and that I had come to many answers Can’t really take a tape recorder to the dentist, nor even a Blackberry
I share your hatred of parades as in my youth I was forced to march in them playing the trumpet (which in cold weather is less than fun) and wearing an ugly gray sweater. I haven’t been to one since I stopped.
Musings and inspiration on the dentist’s chair… stemming from so many things, primarily the need to forget why you are there to begin with I suppose! I can relate. Even if you could take a tape recorder you’re lucky if you can talk. I have had some dentists smack dab in the middle of an intense procedure that entails me not moving my mouth in any way, shape or form and so what do they do? They start talking to me and asking me questions! My reaction has veered away from answering life’s questions when there (which is often I am afraid) to my mind shutting itself off and I can fall asleep in the middle of a root canal now! Not too sure if that is good or not…
Have a nice break!
Enjoy some rest. I’ll try to create some new problems for you to solve when you get back.
First time visitor, and I’m hooked. Here’s to nitrous oxide. I’m off to make an appointment with the dentist now.
Ciao…
Your buddy is happy to hear this. I hope you follow thru with it.
Love you!
Why do they always talk to you when their hands are wrist deep in your mouth?
The dentist is right up there in the list of necessary evils along with laundry chores.
Ugh.
Parades are nothing short of Pure Evil. 🙂