Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
From Professor Mondo.
A couple nights ago my gal and I were getting ready to retire for bed and she put the teevee on sleep timer, on that dreadful doofus-dad show Everybody Loves Raymond which is not that unusual. Hey, don’t be hatin’, I like my gal. Well, something happened on the show that made me LOL. Which is very unusual. The brother, Robert, gave some kind of monologue about how the immediate family is a bunch of “dream killers.” Then Raymond’s wife Debra says she wants to do something, Marie starts opining about the various reasons why it isn’t going to work out, and Robert starts droning away in that bass voice of his, “DREAM…KILLER…DREAM…KILLER.”
Some friend-of-a-friend was saying her husband wanted to do what Felix Baumgartner did with the twenty-four mile drop. She said, not as long as he’s married to her. Someone made the mistake of leaving things so I had privileges to comment, and then I made the mistake of referencing the episode described above, with an epilogue line about how bachelors have invented & discovered pretty much damn near everything. Worded it as mirthfully as I could, hope no one took offense.
Ah, what a charming conflict. It’s child-versus-adult, or balloon-tugging-against-string, or dreamer-against-dream-killer. I think we all have some divided loyalties here.
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Well, I’ve been very lucky in that regard, I guess. Mrs. M walked away from a job she really wanted to let me take an 80% pay cut for a few years and get a Ph.D. She’s also pretty cool about my current musical endeavor (though I doubt she’ll make our gig in Real City in six weeks.) I’m not sure she entirely understands why I’m as nuts about playing as I am, but I was in a band when we met, and she tolerates it, anyway. 🙂
- Profmondo | 10/15/2012 @ 15:16…and God bless the United States of America!
- nightfly | 10/15/2012 @ 21:12