I really wanted to include a link to Youtube featuring last night's Robert Smigel cartoon on Saturday Night Live. It was a very insightful piece depicting Barack Obama's dodging of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. Jackson and Sharpton are depicted as buffons and Obama as being sort of sharp and in charge. Has anyone else made the argument/comment about Obama's candidacy esmaculating the political careers of Jackson and Sharpton? Oh yeah, me. So, it's me and Robert Smigel. So the only Youtube version of said cartoon is one that has been edited or rather "added to" so that someone, presumably a Clinton supporter has added an intro that likens the cartoon to Nazi propganda. Well, I didn't want to link all that crap here. I wanted it in the pure. If you didn't see it go find it. It's so keen and precise and well, funny.
I'm still grappling with Facebook. Is it really relevant to some old guy like me? I have lots of friends. I have lots of friends phone number and e-mail addresses. Do I really need a hatching egg? Does anyone really care when I graduated from college?
Last night I rented a movie from the "Redbox" at Albertson's. This is a cool red box where you scroll through an onscreen display, find a movie, swipe your credit card and then the same red box spits it out. Total costs for one night's rental? $1. That's right, $1, plus tax. It's sort of like a DVD ATM. Anyway, our inagural movie was "Gone Baby Gone" the directoral debut of Ben Affleck featuring his kid brother Casey Affleck. It was not really a chick flick, if you know what I mean. Child kidnapping, drug use, ghettos of Boston. The wife wasn't too wild about it. Okay, so it wasn't the feel good movie of the year, but the Affleck kid did a good job and I think the direction was good. The very last scene was really dynamite, it really made you think. You always got to be thinking. Always. And if you're reading this, you're not.
So yeah, I was pretty happy with the way the Oscar's turned out. I really liked "No Country" and really thought Javier Bardem was a knockout. Although it certainly appears that Casey Affleck was really good in the Jesse James movie and he was certainly good in "Gone Baby Gone." The Jesse James movie is in the red box. I might have to get it out, but after last nights depressinginly sad foray I suspect we'll have to let the wife choose our next selection and it will be something involving a wedding, an older sister, and a soundtrack featuring Abba.
Please pray for my lawn. We inherited a lush beautiful lawn when we bought our house. however we also inherited a dysfunctional sprinkler system, which lead to overwatering, which lead to brown spot disease, which lead to me applying the brown spot disease medicine improperly, which lead to even more brown (as in dead) grass and then the winter came and now the weeds grwoing up in all the old dead grass are insane. Today, I pulled weeds out the lawn in an incredibly focused and detailed fashion the likes of which Betty and Green Rives would have recognized. I then applied some Bonus-S and watered it in. Then I had to go across the street to the city-Parish servitude that runs opposite my house and behind several houses, the backs of which face my house. None of these people are into yard maintenace. So, I went over there with a swing blade and hacked away at the sticky weed that had grown several feet high. Then I picked up trash. Then I hacked at a Lugstrum that enrcoaches upon the Stop sign. Last weekend I took some windex and paper towels and cleaned the stop sign because it had grown so covered in algae that you couldn't read it. I have written my council person about all this. How many more times do I have to do it before I become a lunatic writing letters to the editor and sending the power company polaroids of burned out street lights? I guess it could be worse. We could have neighbors like at the old house who never brought in their garbage cans so I started doing it for them and would put them on their front porch. I'm not a whacko. I don't care what color you paint your house or what you affix to the outside of it, or if you do drugs or have strange men spend the night, but cut your damn grass and bring in your trash cans. I'm pretty easy going. Oh and quit speeding down my street like a maniac. Oh and clean out your goddamned culvert so that the water doesn't back up all into the street. And of course, no loud music.
The spell check appears to be inoperable again for some reason and of course I'm not re-reading this so read at your own risk. Oh, I guess that should be at the front.
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