Spinal Tap and then Puppet Show

Just in case you have some sick puppet fantasy here you go. The puppet artists. Here is my favorite one.

Snow

Its snowing. Kind of a mist of a snow but the wind is blowing at decent velocity. The wreath that is still on our front door as the last survivor of the Christmas storm that overtakes my wife every year and keeps waving its leeward ribbon past the window and freaking me out every once in a while. It looks like some keeps walking past the door. And I keep telling myself its not one of the crack heads 3 streets down trying to rip out my fillings and sell them. its just Christmas.

And how is larry king still on television. He seems sincere and all but have you ever seen a picture of he and his wife? There is like a 60 year age difference. He looks like one of those shrunken heads made from an apple that your friend in elementary school got from his deadbeat dad who lived in louisiana and sold used cars. And she looks like a woman. I guess the baby couldn’t have been older than a normal baby – but if it could’ve been. it should’ve been.

I don’t have much to say tonight. But tomorrow hopefully I will. I’m going to brave the snow to head down to the coffee shop and eavesdrop for a while. On Monday there was this 250 pound black guy and a 1 pound white girl sharing the big plush purple sofa. And he was hitting on her in such a we-met-in-a-chat-room-while-i-was-wacking-it type way that it really made me feel glad to be alive. He tried to tell her some joke about being black by holding up a napkin and asking what it was. She said a napkin. He rubbed her knee and said it was the last thing a black man sees before he’s lynched. I couldn’t see the details of her face but I’m pretty sure she looked confused. He then explained the joke which is never a good sign. You see each corner of the napkin represents the hood of a kkk guy, he said. She said it was a stupid joke. He laughed and said it was a great joke and thought she was being too sensitive since he was black. I think even he thought it was a stupid joke but all he had to work with was a napkin.

Early 2005

I just got done smoking and reading about world war 2. It’s a pictorial history of the war. The sugar bowl is on tv and the dog is chewing a nylabone emphatically to my left and its fourth and one for Virginia tech and there and there are bunch of white guys on Auburns defense which makes me think they’re not as good as they could be.

Its been raining all day and my car was spitting sulphur when I drove down the coffee shop today. I had to drive around the block 2 times to shake the soot out in order to get any kind of pick up. The radio is still revolving and isn’t stuck on NPR due to faulty Chinese manufacturing anymore, but the radio doesn’t seem that interesting anymore. Its either economic fear or feast or tsunami and interviews with tourists or supermodels with broken bones that amazingly made it out.

I watched blog-video of disaster and video of the former presidents stepping up at the current presidents request to raise money for the victims and I even gave $100 today even though I’m an entrepreneur now and don’t have a regular…what do you call it? A check? But what struck me is how clear the sky was and how undisaster-like the disaster seemed at first. Its almost as if you wanted to hop on the boogie board for a second, right before you realized your family was going to be dragged through a hotel lobby at 500 miles an hour. The sky was blue. Really blue. The kind of blue that makes you want to lay down on your back and see how many Disney characters you can see in the clouds. I’m guessing there weren’t that many.

And it just had to be the poorest kids on the block who had they’re dad lose his job. their mother take up crack. their grand-parents steal all their food and water. and their dog ran away to be with some family that didn’t have an unemployed dad, a crack head mom and really hungry grandparents. But why sri lanka? Indonesia? India? At least Thailand had leanardo dicaprio make a movie there…and I guess that’s why they had the fewest casualties.

Anyway Virginia tech scored…and besides cursing a god who I’m sure had been cursed enough at this point, there’s not much else I can say other than about world war 2. the interesting thing about this book is that it was written in 1944. before the war was over. It only covers the first 2 years but the point is that the folks who wrote it didn’t know what would happen. It looked dark. Germans were everywhere. The French gave up and the Italians showed up for the chicks after most of the fighting was over and they seemed like a sure thing. The Americans, which seems strange now, didn’t want to get involved.

Sometimes the sky is dark and you end up seeing mickey mouse in a cloud bank before you duck inside. And sometimes the sky is blue and you get killed.