Thursday, August 30, 2012

Complete Waste Of Time

Well, the humidity here in North Florida today is approximately 500%. I'd say a thousand percent but I know that's not possible. Also, if it's true that we sweat out toxins, I am, for this moment, at least, toxin-free.

I don't buy that shit. Toxins. Whatever.

They must be tasty to dogs, though, because Buster sure does like to lick my legs when I get home from my walk. Toxic salt. Or is it salty toxins? Yum!

Okay. So on my walk I saw a brown rabbit. That's nice. It had a white little bunny-tail, just the way a rabbit is supposed to have. Then I saw another animal and I swear to you- I'm not sure if it was a very small fox or a cat. Not a domestic cat. It wasn't a bobcat. The tail was long. But not bushy. My mind said fox but then my brain wasn't so sure. It seemed rather sleek, whatever it was. Obviously, it moved quickly back into the brush the way wild animals do and by the time I got to that place in the road, it had melted away.
What good is the mind, I ask you?
I don't know.

Have any of you read The Elegance Of The Hedgehog? Did you like it? I am listening to it and I have to tell you that the ruminations on philosophy are wearing me down a bit. Maybe I'm just not in the mood. Maybe it's a GREAT book. The production of the audio version is good. I admit that.
I am still reading the Stephen King novel, 11/22/63. It's not bad. Surprisingly, I am finding it to be more about the teaching profession than about time travel or horror or any of those things. I am not quite halfway through it though, so there is plenty of time for the horror aspect to be developed. It almost feels as if King has mellowed a bit and there is nothing wrong with that in my opinion.

Why am I discussing books? I don't know.

Okay. Now I will discuss the Tempur-Pedic mattress. I slept on it last night for the first time. It was swell. It didn't change my life but it was a fine sleeping-experience.

On to Jessie. She is on the road to home. Vergil will be flying in from Boulder tonight and she will pick him up at the airport at midnight when his plane is supposed to be coming in. I can't wait to see them both. What more can I say about that? Not much. I hope they bring their instruments and play me some music.

Let's talk about Paul Ryan. Did you watch his speech? I didn't. I watched The Real Housewives of Something or Somewhere and let me say this- you just damn well KNOW that that shit ain't supposed to be real which is very reassuring. To me. What's up with Paul Ryan's hair? Is he a vampire? I know. Cheap shot. I don't give a shit. He has weird hair. He has the opposite of receding hairline. If his hairline did recede a little bit, it would look better. Do we realize that neither Sarah Palin OR GW Bush has been asked to speak at this pep rally? Of course we do. I guess their day is done, their time is over. I wonder if their feelings are hurt. I betcha that Sarah Palin is PISSED OFF! Again, I don't care. Take your bulldog-with-lipstick jokes and stick 'em where the sun don't shine, Sarah! And George- go clear some brush. I bet Carl Rove won't even take his calls these days. Probably especially Carl Rove. He's got new fish to fry. Mormon fish. Again- YUM!
They did let John McCain speak. Poor guy. You know, I actually have a little respect for him. Small amount. Could be measured in teaspoons or maybe grains or drops. I heard a little bit of his speech on the radio. Even HE didn't sound convinced about what he was saying and the audience didn't even appear to be listening.

Yes, I'm trying to be offensive today. I don't care. Who reads this? Plus- one day I'll die and then- SO WHAT?

I think I'll mop the kitchen today. It's been months. My desire to have a clean house has somehow disappeared. Oh, well, maybe not my desire. Just my ability to give a shit enough to clean it.

One more thing- I dreamed of both Keith Richards AND Mick Jagger last night. They had brain damage. It was fucking depressing as hell.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Well I dreamed that Oprah Winfrey was modeling shoes for me. Hundreds and hundreds of pairs of shoes, every kind, from high heels to tennis shoes with big fluffy socks. She loved them all and wanted me to love all her shoes too....and I could see them in close up technicolor. I finally had to tell her to knock it off, I couldn't look at one more pair of shoes without gagging....and she did, she was nice about it.
    Crazy or what??

    I haven't mopped my kitchen floor in more months than I can count...maybe today.

  2. Oh, hell, MerMer.....a few people read this.....c'mon know it. In fact, I read it often enough to feel sure that you mopped the kitchen floor during the past couple of weeks.

    Don't blame you for being mad as hell though........and scared. I have been the same for months.
    Shakespeare should have said, "First we kill all the politicians.....". Sob. Ugh.

  3. Paul Ryan's speech was energetic and terrifying and full of lies.

  4. I might watch tonight with Mitt. I don't know if I can stand to do it. But I might take a shot of bourbon and try. I wish the days were still around when I was in college and we could smoke a joint and laugh our asses off. Oh well.....if I can stomach the RNC I may watch. I do believe in equal time and being broad minded.

  5. "Could be measured in teaspoons or maybe grains or drops."

    I love this post, but this line in particular grabbed me.


  6. Guess some days are worse than others and the blues get in there.. Its interesting to see your take on the elections.. and the candidates.. wouldnt trust that Romney bloke further than I could throw him and his sacherine wife.. dont know Paul Ryan person.. but they always say you get the politicians you are worthy of... our lot I would throw them all out... none of them worth the time of day and most of them in school the last time I voted!!

  7. Glad you mentioned Paul Ryan's hair. I noticed his "widow's peak" when he first started appearing in the news. Yes, he looks very vampirish indeed. A commentator said today he rails against government all the time but has spent his entire life working in it! Very unusual.


  8. Paul Ryan looks to me like Eddie Munster all grown up!

    Keith AND Mick with brain damage - that's awful.

    I've also been in a state of general pissed-offed ness as of late. Might be the moon or barometric pressure, I don't know, but I hope it passes, because my kitchen floor is filthy, too.

  9. I hope they've got a bunch of fire extinguishers at that convention 'cause there's a lot of pants on fire down there.

    Love this post!

  10. Well, this post gave me the laugh of the day. After my early morning "conversation" with my aunt, I decided to act dumb all day, which I did. One thing: Carl Rove is Karl Rove, right? Just thought I'd let you know.

    And Paul Ryan's hair bears a striking resemblance to the evil Coach K from Duke. Ask Mr. Moon about that.

  11. Those EARS on Paul Ryan. Oof.

  12. I LOVED The elegance of the Hedgehog and the movie too. But you don't have to. I'll still love you.

  13. Liv- Truly a strange dream.

    Lo- I swear. I haven't mopped that kitchen in months. But I did today!

    Angella- Even FOX said so. Dang. He has balls. And a lying mouth.

    Syd- I could drink a BOTTLE of bourbon and it wouldn't help. Seriously.

    RiotGrrlCynic- Glad you liked it!

    Janzi- We can't throw them out. They're too heavy. Ha!

    Georgie- Yeah, all of a sudden they're not talking about Washington Insiders any more.

    Joanne- Well, there's not a whole lot I can do about the election but I sure can mop the floor. And you're right- Eddie Munster! Exactly!

    Lisa- I'm still thinking about your post from this morning. It really moved me.

    Jucie- Loved that comment.

    Elizabeth- Oh yeah. Karl, not Carl. Which is even creepier somehow.

    Dayna- I'll have to check that out. His hair blinded me.

    Beth- I'm not putting it down yet. I promise.

  14. I'm sure Keith Richards and Mick Jagger DO have brain damage, though maybe not to the extent that you dreamed.

    I lost any and all respect for McCain during his presidential bid. I respected him before that.


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