Flippy - I Rant, You Read

Sunday, February 13, 2005

late evening

The Grammy Awards

Clearly, Sunset magazine knew what they were talking about.  I’m old, old as the hills.  I hate all of the new black male artists - they all sound exactly alike to me.  Plus, the attitudes, ick.  I miss Luther.  I hate the rapping - where’s the talent?  Eminem, while I’m not crazy about him, I can hear the talent.  The lyrics, the catchy choruses, etc.  Most of the rest, they just seem to be talking loudly in an odd rhythm.

The Lynyrd Skyrnd stuff bored the crap out of me.  I think Gretchen Wilson is beyond overrated.  On the other hand, I LOVED Joss Stone.  She and Melissa did a great job on the Janis Joplin tribute.  I liked Green Day.  Cute dorky boys.  Marc Anthony always looks like he got up off his deathbed to do a show.  He’s scrawny and sickly looking.  Plus, he’s always sweaty and he looks like he stinks.  Jennifer Lopez looks like she aged about ten years since the big Ben & Jen Barbara Walters interview.

Hmmm, and Ellen with Portia de Rossi.  I wonder how long this one will last.  I like Ellen, but I so wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with her.  I’m sure she, Portia and my girlfriend are all grateful I’ve come to that important decision.

late evening

Dream a Little Dream of Me

I’ve been having some weird dreams lately.  A couple of nights ago I dreamt that I had to take some escalator-like thing to get to another floor of some mansion I was staying in.  I needed to get to another floor.  The really weird part is that it turned into a rollercoaster, which I was on alone, without a seatbelt and it was named The Bag Lady Express.  I think I woke up because the speed of the rollercoaster felt like an elevator dropping.

At the beginning of that dream, I was with Matt (my neighbor) and I had to give little birds water out of my hand to save them.  I got the water out of fountains at the above-mentioned mansion.  I have no idea why I was there or what Matt was doing with me. 

My worst dream is one where I’m strapped down to my bed and I can’t move, but a friend of mine is standing in the doorway watching me and she won’t help.  It’s a really weird dream because it’s the only one I’ve ever had where I felt sure that I was awake…and I’ve had it twice.  I hope to never have it again - it was really creepy and scary and I woke up actually feeling where the straps were across me.

Saturday, February 12, 2005

evening

Okay, Since When Is 40 A Senior Citizen?

I’m not sure whether to feel awful that Sunset magazine thinks I’m a senior citizen at the ripe old age of 40, or to be grateful for the terrific price.  I like the little smiley face they gave me to indicate that I wanted to take advantage of their offer for really old people. 

On the bright side, I got a couple of checks yesterday too, which always makes me happy.  Although, the LinkShare check for “ten-hundred zero” freaks me out a little.  I’m glad the numbers on the check are correct because while ten hundred zeroes is a lot of zeroes, it isn’t really any money.

Today was fun.  I had lunch with two of my brothers, my sister-in-law and my brother’s friend Irving.  We talked about ghosts, psychic healing, matzo ball soup, Burning Man, strip clubs, death, drugs, palm reading, and acupuncture.  I’m not used to being out so long (8 hours) because the dogs only have six hour bladders.  But it took us too long to get ready and Leigh-Ann had to stay home.  She got to force feed poor sick Chelsea (the cat we’ve had for five weeks stopped eating and has a hepatic liver (?)), take the dogs out and play with the saws outside.  At least I brought her Samurai Sam’s and a peppermint mocha to make up for it all.  Besides, she could probably occasionally use a break from me.

Man, my writing is suffering with my lack of sleep.  My apologies for the disjointed thoughts and poor sentence structure.

Friday, February 11, 2005

evening

The House, It Was Appraised

Holy moly, when I say appraised, I mean appraised.  Every inch of the place.  Had I known, I would’ve sucked up a few more dust bunnies, instead of just trying to make the place presentable.  But no, the guy went into our CLOSET.  The closet, where you should be able to hide things.  The good news is that it’s over and hopefully the refinancing shall commence in a quick and easy fashion.  Then, new businesses, new ideas and bill paying shall commence.  I don’t even feel like blowing any of the money on anything silly.  Sure, one more Wranglers game, but that’s only because we want to take my parents and give them a better view than the last game.  When you have good seats, it makes even the lesser games good.  When you can see faces smashed into the glass right there in front of you, that’s some good fun.  I slept all of maybe 2-3 hours last night, so I’m sorry that I can’t even approach entertaining tonight.  We need to get up semi-early tomorrow morning to meet my brothers (one is here for a chiropractic seminar) for lunch on the Strip.  I’m so very very seepy…

terribly early in the morning

This is a test of the emergency post-in-the-future system

It is now the year 2005, the Rooster.