Interesting morning, if rather excruciating: I’m secretly and anonymously involved with a group of political radicals (Ohhhhh crap, guess that’s out of the bag…), and today I had two tasks: My real boss asked me to price juicing machines (because they are all traveling in Paris, and I am a doormat, I mean, willing employee), and my other ‘boss’ asked me to get hold of Desmond Tutu and some other political notables (We’re kickin the government’s ass for refusing the Dalai Lama a visa). Well, the store where I needed to price blenders was closed, because their till uses the same damn useless internet service provider, and the Arch is really hard to contact without email. Virtual Interruptus.
Are Hollywood moguls in league with publishing mavens? I just finished reading Cormac McCarthy’s No Country for Old Men, and it kinda irked me that it was both similar and different. Now I’ll have to rent the movie again to compare, and then read the book again (bad memory). It may have been because I’d just read How the Grinch Stole Christmas to Jonah, and my concentration was out, but I have no idea what the hell happened in the end of NCFOM. But I did enjoy reading it- especially the frequent descriptions of boots. Even found myself looking wistfully at a pair of tooled cowboy boots in a shoe shop this morning. But I’d pretty much just look like the cowboy in the Village People, so you’ll be glad to know no purchase was made.
Bad Dad: Realised my eldest son has no long trousers- it’s starting to get chilly, and his ONE pair of jeans was so messed up, he looks like James Ramone, the lesser known spoons player from the famous proto-punk band. Bought him a pair of cool black jeans. Then the same day he loses his school shoe- yeah just one- he does have two legs. And also reveals that the expensive trainers I bought for him last month are completely stuffed- half the sole missing, smell like ferret musk. So. Off to the shoe store. But only after I rather viciously told him he would have to hop his way around school until he found the missing one.
Just blew my chances of being nominated for a ‘Great Dad Blog’, eh?
Are Hollywood moguls in league with publishing mavens? I just finished reading Cormac McCarthy’s No Country for Old Men, and it kinda irked me that it was both similar and different. Now I’ll have to rent the movie again to compare, and then read the book again (bad memory). It may have been because I’d just read How the Grinch Stole Christmas to Jonah, and my concentration was out, but I have no idea what the hell happened in the end of NCFOM. But I did enjoy reading it- especially the frequent descriptions of boots. Even found myself looking wistfully at a pair of tooled cowboy boots in a shoe shop this morning. But I’d pretty much just look like the cowboy in the Village People, so you’ll be glad to know no purchase was made.
Bad Dad: Realised my eldest son has no long trousers- it’s starting to get chilly, and his ONE pair of jeans was so messed up, he looks like James Ramone, the lesser known spoons player from the famous proto-punk band. Bought him a pair of cool black jeans. Then the same day he loses his school shoe- yeah just one- he does have two legs. And also reveals that the expensive trainers I bought for him last month are completely stuffed- half the sole missing, smell like ferret musk. So. Off to the shoe store. But only after I rather viciously told him he would have to hop his way around school until he found the missing one.
Just blew my chances of being nominated for a ‘Great Dad Blog’, eh?
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lol... if you have to buy seveal pairs of shoes a year due to one going missing periodically, then you are fully justified!
ReplyDeleteerm... I mean "several" of course.
ReplyDeleteJustifiable homicide. Hmmm, like that.
ReplyDeleteall sp mistakes in comments are immediately forgiven!
Label: "government's ass"
ReplyDelete*snort*
You're still fortunate though, I can't get my boy to even wear clothes...
ReplyDelete@Janine: I hoipe this doesn't end up with me being 'disappeared'. The govt has ways and means. I'll leave my will under the dust-bunnies in James's room.
ReplyDelete@Sam: Feral kids are the best kind- teaches them any manner of important survival techniques.
Cowboy boots - whaaha - I seem to recall you having a suede, tasselled cowboy jacket back in the days of Playground. I hearted that jacket.
ReplyDeleteCost me 30 bucks at second hand sams in Claremont, when I was 16. Bet buy I ever made. well, maybe not EVER, but it was really cool. Go Weeeest!
ReplyDeleteMaybe you could buy the tooled cowboy boots for the son and live vicariously through him. My oldest says he needs new shoes after I just bought him a pair for gym last week. The new ones slip off his bicycle pedals (which he rides to school because I refuse to drive him). I offered him a pair of my shoes. That should shut him up.
ReplyDeleteLOL re; Feral kids -- saves on laundry detergent too ;-)
ReplyDelete@Abby: Living vicariously is for the birds (not that they live vicariously, but you get my drift)
ReplyDeleteIts a man thing: Some days you want to dress like a cowboy, some days a biker- the whole village people thing.
@Sam: It does, and razor baldes, eventually- puls you score on their circus contract.
that is, blades, and plus.
ReplyDeleteIts a man thing: Some days you want to dress like a cowboy, some days a biker- the whole village people thing.
ReplyDeleteHmm. You live in, close to, travel near Obz, at all? Just wondering ;)
@EMUFP: Categorically, no!
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