Desert Dialup Blues or "Poo-too-weet?"
We were rockin' and rollin' here in the High Desert of sunny southern Cali., yesterday! I tried to find some links to some of our local stories for y'all, but they are gone with the wind. There were some local damages that although I'm sure weren't small to the homeowners, were merely a drop in the sea of weather damage and destruction around the world. My Landline/dialup was spotty at best yesterday, and my Girlybli didn't go to work, so it was a snugglishous movie day for us.
Meanwhile, Kurt Vonnegut made his final journey to Tralfamadore. There are a couple of excellent articles on Kurt. (hey, am I the only one who remembers when he was Kurt Vonnegut Jr?? Yikes!) One I found at the International Herald Tribune includes a paragraph especially relevant to me:
For countless teenagers, reading Vonnegut was as much an entry into adult life as your first beer. The world became funnier, more dangerous, more exciting. If you were looking to send up authority, question life's meaning or face the worst and keep your sense of humor, Vonnegut was your teacher.
I think my favorite and most fitting of the various epitaphs for KV is the following, via lacym@Clipmarks, via PZMeyers at scienceblogs:
A Request From Kurt
"I am, incidentally, Honorary President of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov in that totally functionless capacity. We had a memorial service for Isaac a few years back, and I spoke and said at one point, "Isaac is up in heaven now." It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. I rolled them in the aisles. It was several minutes before order could be restored. And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, 'Kurt is up in heaven now.' That's my favorite joke."
I'd like to add that I'm gonna miss the "old fart with his Pall Malls", smelling of "mustard gas and roses". So it goes. Poo-too-weet?
Back to the homefront, I'm going to the Drive-In to see a movie tonight. That's right, The Drive -In. On a date. With my GirlyBoi; my partner, my love... and some friends.
A little background. I live on 40 acres in damn near the middle of nowhere. We've had the family ranch since '65, and this ol' place that was actually built in the late 1800's is more shelter than many have, but far less than we'd like. My partner works as a carpenter/framer/handyman (don't say it...it's the easiest way to type it. Fuck PC-ness. She likes it and that's all I care about), and I do Tattoos and the occasional stained glass window. We currently have an old ford truck (Fuckin' Oakies Really Diggum, is my personal favorite) that gets her back and forth to work. I'm here just about 24/7 caring for Grama, our home and critters and YOU and the Internet make up the greatest part of my world and social life. True; all true. So, I am fucking excited about getting out of Dodge for the evening and I could give a shit what the movie is!!! Yay me!!!
Meanwhile, Kurt Vonnegut made his final journey to Tralfamadore. There are a couple of excellent articles on Kurt. (hey, am I the only one who remembers when he was Kurt Vonnegut Jr?? Yikes!) One I found at the International Herald Tribune includes a paragraph especially relevant to me:
For countless teenagers, reading Vonnegut was as much an entry into adult life as your first beer. The world became funnier, more dangerous, more exciting. If you were looking to send up authority, question life's meaning or face the worst and keep your sense of humor, Vonnegut was your teacher.
I think my favorite and most fitting of the various epitaphs for KV is the following, via lacym@Clipmarks, via PZMeyers at scienceblogs:
"I am, incidentally, Honorary President of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov in that totally functionless capacity. We had a memorial service for Isaac a few years back, and I spoke and said at one point, "Isaac is up in heaven now." It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. I rolled them in the aisles. It was several minutes before order could be restored. And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, 'Kurt is up in heaven now.' That's my favorite joke."
Kurt is up in heaven now.
I'd like to add that I'm gonna miss the "old fart with his Pall Malls", smelling of "mustard gas and roses". So it goes. Poo-too-weet?
Back to the homefront, I'm going to the Drive-In to see a movie tonight. That's right, The Drive -In. On a date. With my GirlyBoi; my partner, my love... and some friends.
A little background. I live on 40 acres in damn near the middle of nowhere. We've had the family ranch since '65, and this ol' place that was actually built in the late 1800's is more shelter than many have, but far less than we'd like. My partner works as a carpenter/framer/handyman (don't say it...it's the easiest way to type it. Fuck PC-ness. She likes it and that's all I care about), and I do Tattoos and the occasional stained glass window. We currently have an old ford truck (Fuckin' Oakies Really Diggum, is my personal favorite) that gets her back and forth to work. I'm here just about 24/7 caring for Grama, our home and critters and YOU and the Internet make up the greatest part of my world and social life. True; all true. So, I am fucking excited about getting out of Dodge for the evening and I could give a shit what the movie is!!! Yay me!!!
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