So, this morning I get to have an indulgence I haven't had in a while: Saturday morning cartoons.
Sure, they aren't nearly as good as they were "back in the day"..and I've got to cook breakfast..and do laundry..and clean the basement..and work out..and get ready to see my ex-wife about some visitation..and prepare for some snow as if it were the Genesis Deluge..
My mom used to say that in lieu of cursing...but it's only on my mind because I watched the original "The Bad Seed" last night, and the language was so rich, the diction, perfect. It's hard to believe Americans used to talk like that.
The thing about public transportation is this: when it's crowded, and your feet hurt from working, and you're fed up with the unwashed masses, do you stand, or risk having someone's ass staring you impolitely in the face for 45 minutes? I mean, I'll eat ass under the right circumstances, but THESE are not them.
Big shouts to the good folks at estrip.org for actually allowing this admitted sociopath to join up.
This being my first foray into the blogging world, expect these to be totally random as I attempt to find my voice. Your patience is appreciated in advance. ;-)
First up, I'm listening to "Someone Saved My Life Tonight", by Sir Elton. So topical...I have to thank an erstwhile friend for doing something I couldn't. ~.~
