This heat is getting me down. That, and the mimosa is blooming and killing my allergies.
My money is on top of me and I’ve just realized that the last faint hope that a woman who looks like Christy Brinkley and has the mind of Madame Curie is going to sweep into the Paseo and take me away in her Bentley…well, that hope is gone.
My big nightmare of the past few years is that I’ll end up dead in a Barcalounger in a walk up flat that stinks of old grease and used kitty litter in front of a black and white TV with aluminum foil on the rabbit ears. I’ve got the used kitty litter smell thing going already.
As my hope fades, my fears solidify.
It’s not a recipe for happy blogging.
So, ignoring my wretched past and ignominious future, I had fun last night with Oz, Deb and Gary watching “Dead Man”, a Jim Jarmusch film starring Johnny Depp. Depp is good in everything he does and this was a strange movie, dubbed “zen western” by Oz, that had a slew of “B” celebs like Iggy Pop.
This followed a perfectly lovely meal at Iron Starr with about a dozen of us digging into ribs and assorted “urban barbecue” dishes.
It seems the big news of the day is that Kat has breasts. Who woulda guessed? They are there in all their glory in this week’s Gazette and Kat’s mom is over the top about it.
There’s a new “green” sports car with an electric motor that goes 0 to 60 in 4 seconds and does it silently. It’s $80,000 to $120,000 and very cool. Mike H. turned me on to it. Very Xtreme Cool.
I took on a contingency fee case in June and we were ready to try the case down in Ardmore but then, in the course of a mere 3 days, the case and the client fell apart. Those things happen, but in my case, it meant I had a hundred hours of work in a case that produced zero money and, in fact, I had a negative $265 because I spent my own money on travel down to Ardmore, etc. When I was doing my billing yesterday, it showed. Just as I was writing about U.S. foreign policy below, since I put time in on that case, I wasn’t putting in time on clients/cases with hourly fees. I don’t know how I’ll make it through the next month without going into bankruptcy.
And I am bummed.
A couple of months ago, I wrote about a political candidate, Jantz, running for the GOP nomination for State Senate in the OKC “bubble” area and about how this theocrat had campaign literature with — it seemed to me — inappropriate religious appeals to voters.
Well, sure enough, the guy won the GOP nomination and will be on the November ballot.
I wonder if someday we’ll be denied blood transfusions because the Jehovah’s Witnesses flex their political muscle. Even good religion makes bad politics and I can’t for the life of me understand why more people don’t see this.
BTW, Ericka West is blogging again over at Karmic Ironies. The vicissitudes of her romantic life have taken a turn that put her in front of her keyboard again, I take it. However, RJ at Diatribe 101 is now 3 weeks behind on posting. Bad Kitty.
i’m going to go swelter now. Talk to y’all later.
