Uproar Over Dutch Anti-Islam Film
The crazed Muslim are going batshit over a brave member of the Dutch parliament for his film taking aim at radical Islam. GOOD FOR HIM!
I've been in the Northeast five years now and I'm not even kidding, I don't know where the time has gone, why or how. While Connecticut was an easy do and Boston has become comfortable over time, despite it's miserable weather and frigid people, never do I feel more like the Pike County Southern Baptist hillbilly I still am than when I'm in New York; and trust me, I haven't even been out all that much since being here.
I'm transfixed on the architecture, it isn't hard from 40 stories up, or 38 or 39, I forget. I annoy my friend at least five times a day asking childish questions about this building or that one. This is not new to me but when I look out at all those buildings and all those windows, each of them with a person behind it with a story or job, some nude in their own homes, some working, some on their sofa reading quietly, my curiosity overcomes me. Who is that? What's he like? Are they arguing or simply talking? Does she even know how bad she looks in that ridiculous outfit?
News this morning says the dollars still down, oil now at a new, now-daily all-time high, jobs are down, prices are up and we're all going to explode and die! I could use some good news today, is there any out there?
April's color within reach
A path we'll not walk with you
Lost to the long cold winter
Spring is here but my heart still cold
Never will our sun be quite as warm,
Nor quite so bright
Spring is here but our hearts were lost in winter.
My BlackBerry lit-up last night around 6:30 just as I was poking at the piece of roast I'd put in my slow cooker three hours earlier. There was NO way it was gonna be ready by dinner time. None at all. And then the message "Let me buy you dinner', from my sister nearly 2.000 miles away. Sitting at home nursing her pain and no doubt easily all-too preoccupied with my visiting brother and sister-in-law, my live-in niece and her little bitty nine month old baby, RJ wanted to buy ME dinner. Do you love it? I did.
Less than an hour later (it took us time to figure out who she could call to buy my dinner online) I have a hot Dominos pizza. Yeah, it wasn't Brooklyn's best but all too welcome just the same. And hot and thin crispy crust.. MMMMMMMMM. Sis, my belly thanks you and, so do I!
Sunday Crumbs.....
Poochy's back home from his weekend holiday with the ex, smelling just a wee bit like horses and unclean carpet and I like it. He came home with all his essentials he left with, a new high score from my forgetful ex and with a few more things; a favorite shirt I'd left three years ago, my black cowboy hat, a Christmas gift about four years ago and a ZipLock bag painfully under-stuffed with fresh-baked cookies. I'm not sure what I did to score that but it makes Sunday night TV-viewing all the sweeter.
Tom's been going on and on all day about helping to shoot a movie in NYC. He knows the director, or writer, or somebody. Just like him to take on a new hobby and excel so fast, he finds people allowing him to shoot indie movies. I'm desperate for a weekend in New York, it's time.
So Marion Jones, the former great track and field champion checked-into Federal prison on Friday to begin serving a sixth month sentence for lying about taking steroids. Yeah, that's what I said.. Six months! In FEDERAL PRISON! For lying about putting steroids in her own body!
You know people, you've GOT to take another hard look at your country when someone is sent to the Federal penn for something as juvenile as lying about taking testosterone when people like Scooter Libby and Sandy Berger and teachers who molest little boys are walking around completely free. Yeah, take a hard look and put your latte and iPod down long enough to fire-off a letter to your Senator. Something is terribly wrong indeed.
I should call my dad, but it's hard. He's so sad since mama left and I just don't have the strength to lift him up. I can't make him laugh and there's nothing I can think to say that may get him to look forward to tomorrow. His sweetheart is gone. I have to think of ways to make him more happy but my own valley is wide and deep and dark.
A little dog who shall remain nameless helped himself to the doggie cookie box after someone, who shall also remain nameless, was too clumsy and forgetful to shut the cabinet before leaving today. Said little dog now has a belly ache which will eventually recolor a small section of rug before the night is up. My antibacterial floor cleaner is at the ready and somebody needs a therapeutic belly-rub.
I wish I were in PTown with Tom drinking margaritas and playing that stupid video game and teasing him about that guy who didn't go home.
I wish I had some of RJ's chick'n N dumplins; She hasn't made it in years and I don't think she remembers how.
I have the most magnificent view of a newly blue-lit Prudential Tower from my place in Boston. It's very nice and I could stare at it all night, especially while eating tacos.
Cable is out, what now?
Some guy just called me about a VP job for Wal-Mart. In ARKANSAS!
My ex needs neck surgery. Heehee
Eventually I need to change the masthead on the site. Any suggestions?
People from France and the U.K. are still visiting BadBoyScout on a daily basis. Thank you and, MERCI!
Clocks 'spring forward' this Saturday and I could not care less.
I've been a fan of Brett Favre since college. Not only do we share the same home state, but I was lucky enough to see him play against my school, Tulane back in 1986 or 1987, I forget which year but he was a second string quarterback from USM (Southern Mississippi) until that career-making game.
I think he's likely one of the last true athlete gentlemen in the game, the Manning brothers likely being all that's left. What a great guy, and what a great loss for football.
Yeah, that's allegedly a legit pic of Diet Coke....with BACON. Do you love it? I do. Supposedly Coke's gonna test market it in Ireland and Scotland later this year and I can't wait. The only thing I like more than bacon is A-1 sauce, on everything. Yeah, give me a big ol bottle of A-1, a bottle of Tobasco, a nasty ass pizza or a meatloaf sandwich and a big ole bottle of Diet Coke Bacon flavor; it couldn't get much better than that yall.
SATURDAY CRUMBS.....
I washed some clothes and daydreamed the entire way through it about the big changes to come. Big changes, and I'm stressed and sad and excited all at the same time. I hadn't realized just how consumed with it all I was until I realized I was drying my freshly washed silverware with a pair of socks that somehow got left on the kitchen island. It's okay though, they were clean. And might I add, NOTHING polishes or dries your silverware better than a pair of freshly washed ankle socks. Somebody get Martha Stewart's ass on the horn, I have a tip.
Boudreaux knows somethings up, he's not let me out of his site for 24 hours and does that spooky sit-and-stare thing at me during his normal evening play time. It could be worse though; sometimes he sits and stares into a ceiling corner and periodically cocks his head and whines. He's either looking at angels or spooks, or maybe sees a spider I can't. I'll take a spook over a spider though. I can't handle those.
It's snowing and raining in Boston and I hate it. This is the part about this town I really dislike. The winters drag on...and on...and on. The only thing more drab and frigid is the local gay crowd. The weather suits them. Give me sun and heat any day over this. Off to do more washing, wish me an my silverware luck.
