It's been a pretty rough few days. Mother Teaparty took a bad fall and got a nasty gash on her head, complete with a concussion and some minor bleeding in her brain. Her age and other health concerns are causing complications.
This happened Monday evening and today she started showing some very promising signs of improvement. She was even allowed to leave the ICU. We're hoping to have her back home within the week.
Haven't done much sleeping and the commutes to the city, downtown driving, parking ramps, lack of meals, crisis management, and so on are taking a toll. Hopefully tomorrow will bring another round of improvements.
At times like these I have to be thankful for Scroo-Loo. She is a rock without whom this would be unbearable.
If I don't make it back soon, have a great "fourth;" thoughts and prayers are always appreciated.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
At least I know I'm not the only one...
It was of relief to discover this morning that I am not alone in my fascination with Whale Wars. Sisyphus at Fraters Libertas sums up why the show commands my attention:
“Whale Wars” produces comedy based on the formula:
(unbounded self-righteousness + self-delusion) * extreme incompetence = comedy gold!
I have yet to see the crew actually save a whale, despite spending millions of dollars in donations. Contrary to the show's obvious desire to paint the crew as heroes to the whales, the effort is best described in the show's theme song, "despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage."
“Whale Wars” produces comedy based on the formula:
(unbounded self-righteousness + self-delusion) * extreme incompetence = comedy gold!
I have yet to see the crew actually save a whale, despite spending millions of dollars in donations. Contrary to the show's obvious desire to paint the crew as heroes to the whales, the effort is best described in the show's theme song, "despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage."
Friday, June 18, 2010
Bragging rights
It started with Louie catching a 4 1/2 pound largemouth. Boz matched it a few weeks ago, his biggest fish ever. Louie topped it last weekend with a 4 3/4 pound fish. GD4 was briefly in the lead this evening with a 5 pounder (pictured below), until I caught this monster, ending weeks of whining that I never get to catch a big fish:
This 6 1/2 pound, 21-inch behemoth was caught on a five-inch black and white sparkle Slurpie worm. Purple Glory was rock solid, as was the 20-pound test braided line, but the No. 5 hook was twisted all to hell when it was over. It is also the biggest bass I have ever caught. It's less than three pounds and two and a half inches short of the state record.
Credit where it is due, Louie - beside being gorgeous, super cool, and the best friend anybody could ever hope for - really knows how to pick a fishing spot. We were getting pretty much skunked all afternoon until she pointed and said "That looks like it might be a good spot." Five minutes later what had been a very disappointing day had suddenly become epic. It is but one of the innumerable reasons why I love her.
Below is GD4's five-pounder, and that smile was all about knowing he owned "biggest fish of the season." I wiped that smile right off his face seconds later. Someone once said that true joy is watching your children succeed. Nonsense! Real happiness is achieved when you steal their most glorious moments for yourself.
I'm going to go out on a limb and predict right now that the behemoth is going to hold up for the rest of the summer. And it's mine...all mine.
UPDATED: It really wasn't nice of me, neglecting to post Louie's 4 3/4 pounder - currently in the freezer awaiting the taxidermist (unavoidable - hooked in a bad spot). So here it is, and in any case, it gives a frame of reference for how much bigger mine is:
This 6 1/2 pound, 21-inch behemoth was caught on a five-inch black and white sparkle Slurpie worm. Purple Glory was rock solid, as was the 20-pound test braided line, but the No. 5 hook was twisted all to hell when it was over. It is also the biggest bass I have ever caught. It's less than three pounds and two and a half inches short of the state record.
Credit where it is due, Louie - beside being gorgeous, super cool, and the best friend anybody could ever hope for - really knows how to pick a fishing spot. We were getting pretty much skunked all afternoon until she pointed and said "That looks like it might be a good spot." Five minutes later what had been a very disappointing day had suddenly become epic. It is but one of the innumerable reasons why I love her.
Below is GD4's five-pounder, and that smile was all about knowing he owned "biggest fish of the season." I wiped that smile right off his face seconds later. Someone once said that true joy is watching your children succeed. Nonsense! Real happiness is achieved when you steal their most glorious moments for yourself.
I'm going to go out on a limb and predict right now that the behemoth is going to hold up for the rest of the summer. And it's mine...all mine.
UPDATED: It really wasn't nice of me, neglecting to post Louie's 4 3/4 pounder - currently in the freezer awaiting the taxidermist (unavoidable - hooked in a bad spot). So here it is, and in any case, it gives a frame of reference for how much bigger mine is:
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Steamy propoganda
Apparently making propaganda together creates a lot of heat:
...Al and Tipper's breakup didn't come as much of a surprise to one Hollywood player — Laurie David. Star has learned that Al has been having an affair with Laurie, who divorced Seinfeld creator and Curb Your Enthusiasm star Larry David in 2007 amidst reports she was cheating with the caretaker of their Martha's Vineyard summer home.
Here's the obligatory denial.
...Al and Tipper's breakup didn't come as much of a surprise to one Hollywood player — Laurie David. Star has learned that Al has been having an affair with Laurie, who divorced Seinfeld creator and Curb Your Enthusiasm star Larry David in 2007 amidst reports she was cheating with the caretaker of their Martha's Vineyard summer home.
Here's the obligatory denial.
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