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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