The RedZone is absolutely perfect for me these days, considering that I do not really support a team anymore. It is best, of course, at around one p.m. Pacific and four thirty p.m. Pacific. That is when all the games from both rounds of play are wrapping up. With no team allegiances, I can "root" for good play, simply. I also "root" for glorious unbelievable come backs and close shaves. I also like long running plays and blatant examples of the TriLateral Commission. (The TriLateral Commission are the refereeing Overlords who always make sure that teams like the Packers or Steelers always get the calls -- the Steelers just got all the calls and breaks at home against the Bengals. The Bengals had a TD overturned and a FG wiped out all on the same drive. They are trailing now.) And there are no commercials, ever.
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The Wife and I are the Kiss of Death for our condo building. The folks next door were foreclosed. Empty now. And the sweet Limeys above us bought a new house and have just moved out, taking their newborn little King Henry with them. Empty now. There is just a bachelor dude left in number three. He will be gone soon, I am sure.
Next door some appliance has been left on or clock or something but it keeps beeping constantly! It is driving all of us (who are still here) absolutely crazy. It will not stop. The wife and I, like the Undead, mutter along with the three beep pattern, "I'm/Going/Insane. I'm/Going/Insane."
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So, Ron Paul will not attend the Trump moderated debate. Paul is above such things, apparently. What a joke. Paul has been the Dagney Taggart star of the longest running Randite Reality Show for years now. Paul insists he will not run for his Congressional Seat this November. I do not believe that for a second. As soon as he is bounced again a few months from now from the Clown Car GOP Presidential race Paul will announce with high dudgeon how he simply must stay in the House, in order to do everything in his power to eliminate every single New Deal program he can and take this great nation of ours back to the Gilded Age.
Paul is a coward and a choker. If he had any real guts he would run as a Libertarian or an Independent. But he refuses to because he would rather shout his wacky ideas at the masses, as opposed to actually really doing something about change in this country. Paul is all about the Air Time. He would be perfect hanging out with Trump on December 27. Loser.
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Any of you folks like the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band? I was listening to their (first) last album, Let's Make Up and Be Friendly, yesterday on the walk home. It is such a strange, dark record.
The Wife loves the Bonzos but Let's Make Up is the dark place Honey refuses to go to. Any time she even hears one of the tracks, Rawlinson's End, she insists I turn it off.
Rawlinson's End is a soap set to music, about eleven minutes long, full of sound effects and v unusual music. The closest thing I can compare it to, in terms of tone or mood, would be Revolution #9 by The Beatles, even the two tracks sound nothing like each other.
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| These guys are genius legends. Miss ya, Viv. (sniff) |
The first track, The Strain, concerns going to the bathroom with Hot Butt, after some spicy vindaloo.
The second is a v strange, gloomy instrumental, and the third is about dandruff. I am not making this up.
Then comes a bizarre novelette by "Legs" Larry Smith about a gay man's pleading for his lover, Rusty, to return to him.
Then comes Rawlinson's End, which is followed by two Neil Innes' Beatles parodies -- the best things on the record -- and it all ends with a v warped instrumental entitled, Slushy.
I love the whole mad parade. But I am prob just weird.
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Back to the RedZone, it is nearly one p.m.
Kisses,
xxxoooxxx
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