–The tree is down, my sweetie-pie liked her Unicorn Happy Napper, we played at the playground on Christmas Eve without even wearing gloves, wind is the only possible cause of weather-related traffic accidents around here, and the only chance of anything whatsoever white and cold hitting the ground is if I get drunk, fall down, and hit my head while taking out the trash. Tomorrow’s a work day, apparently my girlfriend forgot the way to my place, and I’m not as young and exciting as I was yesterday, but still and all…..
–I never watched the show, but I always liked the preview for “Mad About You” where Paul Reiser is watching basketball and Helen Hunt asks him who’s playing. “Celtics”, he answers. “It’s ‘Keltics'”, she says. “I’m not gonna call ’em Keltics”, he states. She asks him, “Who decides whether or not we’re gonna have sex tonight?” To which he replies: “GO KEL-TICS!!”
–The only cool dreams I’ve had lately were the one where I asked Claude Debussy if he minded me calling him “C-Deb” in one of my posts, and on the same night, my dad claiming that he was going to drive to Montana and then Canada to see relatives. We don’t have relatives either place, that I know of, and he doesn’t drive so much from the nursing home, him with no legs and all. But it’s nice to dream. No word back yet from Debussy.
Apparently this monologue from Craig Ferguson was pirated only in Italy, because all the YouTube versions of it seem to bleep out the sentence enhancing word at the end in some Italian sounding thing.
I think probably he’s right:
While I was, for some reason, looking up this Leonard Cohen song, I found a video about these guys who climb off of helicopters to repair power lines–they get onto them and crawl up the wires to do maintenance to insulators and such, and the guy says, “There’s only three things I’m afraid of: electricity, heights, and women. And I’m married too!”
I have tried in my way to be free:
(Update: video no longer exists–you’ll have to look up “Bird on a Wire” yourself, I guess.)