Complain or Explain

I looked at a list of ideas for blog posts and the main theme was complain or explain. I plan to do neither tonight.

I cut my hair today. I also cut out a bunch of vines that had been uglying up the gigantic azaleas in our front yard. It was cool enough to wear a protective sweatshirt and I didn't expect too many bees to be out. Conditions were perfect. Then I cut back an overgrown holly that guards our electric meter. It has never deterred the meter reader from reading it and charging us accordingly for our accumulated kW hours, so it was only serving as a giant eyesore and needed to be taken down a few feet. I realize now that I am doing some explaining. So, I will do my best not to complain about anything, but explaining is officially fair game. I then did some fence work. All the gates of the fence I put up three years ago are sagging and required some realignment of latches so that those latches can effectively latch. I watched golf. And that is what I did today

Turner Classic Movies is showing all the great epics made around the 60's. Ben Hur, King of Kings, The Ten Commandments, etc. I wish I could have been an extra in one of those films seen shaking my fist angrily as part of some mob. I would not want be seen shaking my fist angrily as part of some mob in real life, only in a sixties epic.

Prince Fielder of the Brewers just beat out an infield hit. Prince Fielder, 5'11" 270lbs. Granted, the second baseman was playing deep, but he still hustled. Effort is good. I applaud those who are effortful.

I forgot that I also brewed some iced tea today. It's so good for drinking.

This King of Kings movie is not so good. I can't believe I ever wanted to shake my fist angrily as part of a mob in one of these ridiculous feature-length films. I only want to be a part of quality film-making... maybe the next Hannah Montana flick will need my talents. Not sure why there would be an angry mob... but I believe that Billy Ray will come up with some way to squeeze me in.

View from the couch... (the first in a series of couch blogs)

This is what a yawn looks like. I imagine a sneeze looks pretty similar, only with more satisfaction and blurriness.

I would like Jack Clemens to write a series of short stories surrounding the misadventures of a plumber and his talkative assistant. The series would be called "Butt-Crack and Jabberjaw: Leaky Pipes"

The Pittsburgh Penguins look really really really bad on the power play. Still, I root for them. And still they lead.

My guitar strings are old and my guitar out of tune. How out of tune is it? So out of tune... that it's difficult to make it sound good.

I can't handle that there are half votes in the Democratic primary. I'm not whining about Florida and Michigan... there were half-votes long before the Rules and Bylaws committee meeting. I thought partial votes went out with the Civil War. Could they make this process any more stupid? I'm holding my breath...

Super Tuesday should be all the primaries and caucuses on one single day - what is the benefit of this drawn out process but to see what idiotic thing Hillary will say next or who will seek fame (or infamy) by popping out of Barack's closet. And why not add the Green party, Libertarians and Social Democrats to the mix. Five parties. The country would be pretty skeptical of anything but the big two anyway... but open up the dialogue. There are more than two viewpoints out there- there are, in fact, five.

Puck to the face of Ryan Malone of the Penguins... wicked. ow. bloody hell.

Why am I so capable in head to head fantasy baseball yet so inept at rotisserie? Seriously, I'd like to know.

OK, Lost is done for the season... Top Chef has but a few weeks left. I don't have HBO so I can't watch John Adams (if that's still on). Regular season baseball is about to be the only sport left for the summer... unless you count Arena Football, which I don't.

Don't even get me started on the Olympics.

I saw a Jetta a few weeks ago in Roanoke that had a little guitar emblem on the back... I assumed it was a VW with the Guitar and plug-in thing that they sold a couple years back. 1) does the guitar fit in some form fitting nook in the trunk all the time? 2) what sort of amp did they rig that thing up with? 3) can you play along with the radio? 4) what kind of effects does it have? 5) does it sound good? 6) is it sweet?

We should all use "Gadzooks" more often than we do.

He shoots he scores. tied at 2-2. Somehow Detroit gets shots on the power play while Pittsburgh can barely maintain possession. Hang tough Penguins... don't let it end tonight. Can you put two goalies in goal at once? The way their defense is playing in the middle of the third period, two might not be enough. Maggie and Moe (and Mickey, really) sleep through all of this not realizing the Stanley Cup is on the line...

he shoots he scores. 3-2 Detroit. Not looking good. Looks like it's back to the pantry, Pittsburgh. Malone is back in after the puck to the face.

Sweet tea tastes good.