Crossposted from Facebook, for those of you not caught up to 2006 yet.
1) Every since I made it a Facebook update, it’s difficult for me to change my subsequent Facebook updates without internally singing “Basketball Jones”. (The remake, I mean. The original is more uncomfortable than watching a performer in blackface.) Come on, you cheerleaders!
2) “SORRY!” is my least favorite board game of all time. It might crack my top ten list of Least Favorite Things Ever. Some people are lucky enough to only have flashbacks to ‘Nam.
3) My favorite years of the past twenty, in no particular order: 1993, 2007, 1998, 2000, 1991.
4) If I try to write, I often cannot. It’s when I’m not trying that it flows. This goes triply for trying to write something for which I might get paid. Which has a fairly negative impact on the next item.
5) I have approximately one and a half complete books, cumulatively, or three in various stages of completion, if you prefer having them measured out that way. And ever since I decided it might be time to seek something like an agent or an editor or a publisher, I have been at a dead standstill on all of them.
6) I find Rod Blagojevich’s insane Thermopylaean defiance of basically everybody majestic and inspiring. Molon labe!
7) Speaking of heroic last stands, I am starting to think that the time may have come to take my remaining hair out behind the barn and shoot it. Watching it stagger and limp around like this has become too painful, and I think the razor really might be the kindest thing.
The kindling — and rekindling — of contact with you people Facebook catalyzes is a source of delight and pleasure. People from past jobs, cousins, old friends, more regular updates on current-but-distant friends….my God. Do we appreciate this magic thing enough?
9) By my system of measurement, George W. Bush is likely to be the greatest President of my lifetime. If we must anoint our highest official a god-king, I would prefer that god-king be hated and feared. If we-the-people love them, they can get away with way too much.
10) Actually, I prefer all authority be of the hated and feared variety. Suspicion and distrust I can handle. But I am uncomfortable when people have warm feelings about anyone with power.
11) After three years of traveling, self-employment, bicoastal living, sleeping on floors, sleeping in my old room, moving thrice, and getting a cat, I still have the oddest, last-episode-of-”Newhart”-style feeling that at any moment I might wake up on the sixth floor at 930 North in Oak Park and hop the train for WLS, just like I do every day.
12) You know what’s awesome? “Party & Bullshit”. Have sound.
13) I think something bad happens to me, brainwise, ‘twixt the end of Daylight Savings and about the Super Bowl.
14) I am dazzled, every day, by the career path Luna has taken and the gift she has for it. Surprised, but So. Proud.
15) I am intensely envious of people who — for whatever reason — have the decision of whether or not to reproduce made for them.
16) But not as intensely envious as I am of people who can dunk.
Speaking of #7, I have thought about that for a long time, and althought the troops have not deserted the front lines are thinner and thinner every day, It is hard to issue an order of complete and total retreat.
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WELL, i apparently managed to post half my reply without finishing. But let’s try to finish where I left off.
but that may be the best thing although it may be the most shocking to those around us. But if you can’t shock them then they are not realy on your syide