Feel this way today. Wanted to post it.
Tuesday evening when I returned home from work, depositing my tote bag and Halloween goodies from J.P., walked to that poudre room to run the shower and walked back to the kitchen. Horrors. There on the kitchen floor was this black, squrimy, fuzzy thing making its way across the floor…and I, just like that guy in The Godfather who awakens in bed with his horse’s head with him begins yelling, AAGH, AAGH, AAGH…so did I…until I realized it was one of the feathers from the witch’s hat JP had given me and the A/C was blowing it around in a creepy, crawly way. Scared the bejesus out of me and then I laughed partly out of relief and mostly out of my own reaction. Crazy. The Crawling Feather.
There’s a wonderful sense of high spirits in the air today. End of a four-day week for me and I feel rarin’ to go, not sapped. Tomorrow must buy pool noodle. Delicious breakfast this morning of a real egg white omelet with sauteed peppers and a little Swiss cheese. I’m still laughing about yesterday; I’ve been wanting to tell that woman off for years now!
Message to the Archangel Cowboy: J’aimerais que tu sois la. Vous manquez n.
I am posting links to the texts of two of my favorite shorts stories by Truman Capote and Eudora Welty respectively.
One more comment on this woman and I let it rest. I tweeted her a brief gist of my observations in the previous post, and so glad I did. Just went back to her twitter account and found…that…this open-minded, liberal, expert woman who thinks she can say anything she wants to…blocked me! I HAVE BEEN BLOCKED BY MIA FARROW! Oh, what a badge of honor, just for pointing out the truth to her. Poor widdle ting. I couldn’t be happier.
No, this isn’t Hate On Mia Farrow Day for me, truthfully, I usually complete ignore her unless some of either her, or a family member of hers histrionics gets in the press such as her daughter’s open letter a couple of years ago; to me this family is like watching the Clintons, or should I say, the Clantons, but perhaps more hysterical. First and foremost I want to say without a doubt I hate big game hunting. I despise these Alpha males and some Alpha male women who track animals not for food but for the sport and to display them as trophies. These men are not outdoorsmen, they are predators. And I’m not dissing people who have lived close to the land, like say, the Robertsons, and hunting for food was a way of life for them. I can’t hold myself higher than they because they kill their food when I myself and mostly everyone else subsists on animals and poultry who have been slaughtered. But I gotta tell you, when you’re sanctimonious, unctuous, politically correct gushing puts you in the direction to use the offspring of someone you hate to insult him or make a political point, then the gloves come off and I consider them fair game. Saw another one of Farrow’s tweets that showed two young men holding I believe a panther and a leopard they had shot. Again, I hate that. But her comment was, “who would kill two gorgeous animals like these? The sons of Donald Trump would.” Okay, Farrow, why use this to indict Trump? Might I also add that at least these two young men know who their real father is and there is some doubt with Ronan’s? Also, I could ask her, “What sort of man would sexually abuse two young boys and become a convicted pedophile: The son of John Farrow would.” She lives in a glass house completely…she has no dignity when it comes to her private life and she is always tossing the proverbial stone at someone else.
Noticed a number of symbols interspersed in the aforementioned young artist’s work. They look almost Runic but I don’t think they are. I would love to know what they are and what they represent.
And may I say that the rite of Exorcism I attended two summers ago on the lot where the proposed Planned Parenthood building was going to be constructed–long may it hold. Two years now and still no construction. I am so glad I participated in this. Woke up this morning thinking about it and remembering the man who told us that he had spent a greater portion of the previous night “sowing blessed St. Benedict medals into the soil all over the lot.” Long may they hold also.
A judge has just ruled an injunction prohibiting any further release of any videos exposing this butchery organization until an August 9 hearing. You know what I say, indulge in Civil Disobedience and release them anyway because you’re fighting on the side of the angels.
I’ve been pretty outraged over the dentist that killed Cecil the Lion in Zimbabwe. He needs to be prosecuted if possible and I don’t know how that can be done while in America unless Zimbabwe extradites him, if they have that power in the US. And, as the Talking Heads say, having said, that, I am rather appalled although not surprised that the source who gave out his office address on the Internet, that caused it to close down and not allow his staff to work, was none other than Ms. Mia Farrow, who tweeted it in a rant against him. She has a hell of a nerve to do this and only hardens the disdain I have for her even more. She gives herself the airs of holy sainthood and righteousness and you know, she’s really lived not much better than a, no, I won’t use the term I thinking of. I hope she felt a “rush of joy” at doing this terribly low-down thing…does she want to organize a lynch mob now. I’d like to hear this kind of uproar against Planned Parenthood and the atrocities they’re committing, but I suppose the lion is more important. So glad I have that bumper sticker about, “guess which one isn’t protected? The human fetus or the baby seal. I can’t say that I am a fan of Sarah Palin, but I do have to post this video clip of an interview with her I saw last night. I think she’s spot on with all the points she makes.
Also, recently saw the work of a very young, extremely talented artist, one of his works centered around a unique moose. Very talented young man, very skilled, I like his artistic style very much but can’t help but pick up a taste of melancholy in some of his work. Nevertheless, excellent.