The event (I overheard one minor debate over whether it was called halloween or the pumpkin festival) was a huge success. There were sixteen kids there. Probably about twice that number of parents, grandparents and assorted adult relatives. My costom was The Grim Reaper and it was my job to stand near the top of the hill, the last of five checkpoints where the kids got candy. My wife who organized the whole thing sent us out to wait and, I swear it was about an hour before she sent the kids. Fortunately it was a lovely cool evening. The view was spectacular and it felt great to be standing in the middle of a deathly still village road, contemplating the meaning of existence. Other highlights of the evening were the pumpkin carving contest, roasting sausages over the campfire and Helena’s applekin pie, which might have been called pumple pie but the apple flavor dominated. Also her pumpkin bread was awesome. A good time was had by all. Everybody wants to do it next year. I may try to add some photos tomorrow but this is being written on a phone, so that’s it for now.
It’s late and I am falling asleep in front of the computer, so I’m going to dash this off and go to bed, also because I have a rather frenetic morning planned. Sam is going to a football match, somewhere in the direction of Ruzyne, and I have a student to teach from 9 to 10. After that, I’ll have to run out to the game, pick up Sam, and try to make it to Cerny Most to catch a but up to Turnov, where Helena will be waiting to take us up to the cottage.
I’m looking forward to going to the cottage, normally I am not but Helena is arranging a Hallowe’en thing for the kids in the village. That is, kids for whom Hallowe’en isn’t a holiday at all, but it’s coming on, it’s becoming popular. They do like dressing up in costumes, and who doesn’t like candy?
Today was a full day. My 8 a.m. canceled, actually he’d sent a message, which I saw when I was within two minutes of the front door, he sent it at 1:40 a.m., so II think we’re going to be charging him for that lesson. So, his office is right next to lovely Grebovka park, so I figured I would go for a walk. My plan was to walk through the park and then get on the Metro at Namesti Miru, but lazy guy that I am, my fottsteps just kept leading downhill and downhill until I cam out of thepark that way and caught the #7, probably just as fast and went through a part of town I seldom go through.
Then my 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. kids just ran all over me. So, I’m bushed. If I don’t write a blog tomorrow, it’s because I’m at the cottage.
I must confess that if I liked Sarah Palin’s politics, I would not be terribly bothered that her family got involved in an absurdly comical drunken brawl last month in Anchorage. It’s not as if no liberals ever drink, or show up at wild parties.
I would be able to get past the older son saying, of a friend of his, “He’s basically a gay guy, but he’s not,” because he doesn’t like to fight. Or challenging everybody else to fight and saying they’re all a bunch of fucking pussies. People talk like that. I’ve known lots of people who talk like that. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’re homophobic or sexist. Well, maybe a bit, but I’d let it slide. We all know that you sometimes say stupid things when you’re drunk.
I would be amused, but not shocked, at the older daughter saying “He dragged me across the lawn by my legs, and I’m wearing a thong dress, and called me a fucking cunt and a fucking slut.” Sounds like just another Kennedy family picnic.
“And I’ve got a 5 year old in the car!” Well, that stopped me for a moment, but hey, a 5 year old is perfectly capable of taking a nap in their car seat while their mother and aunt and uncle and grandparents go inside and get (even more) shitfaced.
One really strange moment on the tape, to me, was when Bristol said “Nobody’s going to push my fourt–twenty year old sister.” That’s a difference of six years. Maybe just a drunken misstatement, maybe early onset alcoholiczheimers, but if I liked her mother’s political opinions, I’d say “Tut, tut, Sarah, maybe you should help your daughter find a good rehab center.”
But I don’t, so I’m just going to sit back and enjoy the show. And hope that somebody makes a movie about this, real soon. Half the dialog is already written.
Renee Zellweger says she hasn’t had plastic surgery. She says she’s just relaxed and feeling good with a new boyfriend, and people should mind their own business. I suppose we should take her at her word, but….
She looks completely different. As different as Bristol Palin looked after her plastic surgery. Like a different person different.
The difference is that now she has eyes. The squinty look was what made Renee Zellweger Renee Zellweger. It’s her choice, people can get any surgery they want. I don’t care, and I hope she continues to get roles because I think she’s actually a pretty good actress.
Nurse Betty was an amazing movie. People who only know her as Bridget Jones, or worse, as Tom Cruise’s girlfriend in Jerry McGuire, have not seen her at her best.
She never did play the super sex symbol type roles. She has always been the average girl who managed to get the guy anyway. It’s an important role. I don’t know how this new look will work with that. Also, she’s 44. So, if she’s trying to turn herself into a hot, young, sex symbol now, it’s not going to work.
Some experts in cosmetic renovation, facial feng shui, have said that it might just be a bit of botox, but I don’t really get the importance of the distinction. Is there still some sort of stigma attached to having your appearance surgically altered? I thought that was pretty much standard practice any more among those who can afford it, and certainly in Hollywood.
Anyway, Renee, talk to us. We just want to know. We’ll love you no matter what. Because you are Renee Zellweger.
I am against capital punishment. Government’s cannot give life, governments should not be allowed to take life. I believe that punishment, in fact, is not the job of the criminal justice system. Neither is rehabilitation. If a person is over 18, they should worry about rehabilitating their own damned selves.
I believe that the primary goal of the criminal justice system (in any country) should be keeping the dangerous people off the streets, so the rest of us can enjoy a peaceful, crime free society. You don’t need to kill anybody to do that. Just keep them locked up.
So, as strongly as I am opposed to capital punishment, I am opposed to courts letting murderers walk free, and that is what just happened in the Oscar Pistorius case. The low life murdering son of a bitch got sentenced to 5 years, and will likely only serve two. He could be out before he is 30. He may even compete again.
Meanwhile, Reeva Steenkamp, a promising young model who had a great life to look forward to, is dead. She will not become undead when Pistorius walks out of prison. He will go back to a life of wealth and fame and luxury. Her sentence will keep running.
There are people serving longer sentences than this for smoking pot.
It’s not right. Murderers should stay in jail for life. So the rest of us can forget about them and never mention them again.
I’m not sure if this story is more important for its scientific implications, or for its humor value. Scientists believe they have discovered the first species which had sex. It is called microbrachius dicki which, I’m pretty sure, is Latin for ‘little brachy dick.’ Fortunately, they are only fish, and they have probably been extinct for a couple of hundred million years, or they might be insulted.
What always amazes me is how scientists can know. This happened 385 million years ago, none of us were around, I don’t even know if the dinosaurs had arrived yet. How the hell can we know today what their sex life was like.
Well, scientists have made this
discovery leap of logic because they noticed on fossils (i.e. it’s been staring us in the face for years, just that somebody finally put 2 and 2 together) of the little guys that some of them have appendages. So, instead of assuming a tail, or perhaps an early version of fingers, scientists figure it was obviously man’s best friend.
So, it’s probably a fossil with a penis, and evolution would have absolutely no reason to develop a penis except for the purpose of using it. So, they’re the first that we know of, but were they the first? We don’t know. Fish, crustaceans, and other sea dwelling spcies, tend to not talk to us very much.
Since it was found in Scotland, the world’s first pickup line was “Aye, Lassie, would ye like to see my Loch Ness Monster?”
Anyway, another weird thing about these little critters is that once they’d figured out how to make sex, they apparently stopped doing it again. Giving them credit for inventing sex is like giving them credit for inventing 3-D printing, or giving the Vikings credit for discovering North America.
I’m not going to comment too much on the news tonight, except to repeat this line that somebody posted on facebook: More Americans have been married to Kim Kardashian than have died from Ebola.
True, that. I’m sure it’s good to be aware and all, but it does seem the hysteria is a bit over the top,
Today was, by my standards (and my standards are very, very low) a productive day. I got a poem written, which I kind of like, and got a bit of work done on the book I’m writing. Really, if I were the kind of writer with high standards of productivity, I’d be getting through three or four chapters a day and the whole thing would have been finished months ago.
The reason for even that meager amount of productivity was that my internet connection was down. But, even at that, I wasn’t forced into full time writing – as I should be, every day, just by force of will power. No, I spent most of the day watching TV.
Good Lord, there is an awful amount of garbage on TV. The entertainment channels we get in English all have cop shows, it seems, all the time. One of them seems to be obsessed with Hawaii 5-0 (new, not classic). Putting a show in a beautiful setting does not change the fact that it is a pathetically formulaic piece of propaganda, an argument in favor of occasionally slapping a suspect around.
Of the four discovery channels I usually watch, two had shows about auctions (really, I no longer care that stuff in abandoned warehouse storage rooms gets auctioned off, or that there are people who will bid for the junk enthusiastically.)
The only thing that’s worse is the “People Who Have Boring Jobs and Yell at Each Other a Lot” program, which seems to be on quite frequently.
The other two had programs about cars. Few subjects bore me more than cars.
So, I stumbled onto “Honey Boo Boo,” on the apparently misnamed Learning Channel. I’ve heard people talking about this show, but this is the first I’ve ever seen it. I lasted about 10 minutes. A girl was having a wedding shower, the only female present who was not morbidly obese, and they gave her a wrestling themed shower because she LOOOOOVES wrestling. Also, some talk about farts.
I was embarrassed to watch it. I was embarrassed for everyone involved in making it. And I have no respect for anybody who actually enjoys stuff like this. There is something wrong with you.