Coffee City

In case you thought this blog was dead, get into my car.

Mexican drive-thru is calling before the weekend?

Call in philosophical counselors. Whatever it takes, because this wagon on wheels has just been washed and vacuumed. Yet, the bird has a problem with impulse.



"I'm not a planner. I'm more of a go by the seat of her pants girl..."

Name the movie.

"Pretty Woman."

I myself find it not surprising that animals even of the lower order of feathers plan ahead. Socialogical movements my dog inspires cannot simply erupt from habit and expectation. All part of a plan, for dinner, a walk, perhaps a bygone dingo bone.

Supervisors annoy me. They think they are planning ahead when their objective is to judge how well I plan ahead.

In human relationships, the concept of planning ahead reminds me of a conversation going on in the background of a diner in "As Good as it Gets," when on an obvious first date, that now famous Melina Kanakaredes (of CSI New York) was engaging her date with a story about how another guy always thought he could switch her off and on, as if he were "planning."

Then Jack Nicholson insulted them both, and I lose my point.

If you love someone, always plan ahead. If disaster strikes, shred all evidence and know how to escape the building unnoticed.

Posted by Creechman at 7:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Bear with me, Maxie Jones on "General Hospital is the girl every would-be terrorist would blow up a suitcase for.

She is stealing the whole program right out from under Lulu's soon to be infatuation with the computer Geek.

And if THAT isn't enough for Tivo...



Nice family photo, but two things I don't like about Sabastian:

1. James Woods talks faster than I can type
2. Daughter not yet twenty-one, but smokin...

Those of us nurturing regret for maturity fall into the lair of "General Hospital."

Lulu is starting to like Spinelli for saving her life ten times...

Maxie finds a boyfriend in a would-be hostage taker.

All conversation a dilly-dally dance around the IRS.

Posted by Creechman at 2:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Posted by Creechman at 6:38 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

WTA Rankings

1. Maria Sharapova

2. Justine Henin
3. Amelie Mauresmo
4. Kim Clijsters
5. Svetlana Kuznetsova
6. Martina Hingis
7. Nadia Petrova
8. Elena Dementieva
9. Nicole Vaidisova
10. Jelena Jankovic

Never mind if you can't pronounce half those names. Three years of Russian in college, and I even have trouble.

Maria will get another crack at Serena soon enough. No need to remind me about the Australian Open final disaster.

As for Roger Federer?



Here's his latest quote:


"I had a lot of losses early in my career, I was sad and disappointed with some of those matches. To finally overcome all those things and become such a great player is something I never thought possible. I am enjoying every moment of it right now."

Do not confuse this attitude with excessive pride. False modesty would prove unbecoming. This guy knows exactly how good he is, and isn't wasting an everlasting second.

You didn't know you had clicked into tennis central. Perhaps you wandering into my reflections on an impulse of boredom, hoping for another diatribe on the lineage of English monarchy or a sappy song?

Woe betide the inveterate blog surfer gambling away precious time for table talk about income tax or computer gaming girls.

They say, "write what you know." When you know it, you know it. Once you start writing about what you know, you no longer know it. You are just remembering what you know you knew, you know?

Posted by Creechman at 4:31 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Paul Simon sometimes comes to Houston, but I've never seen him. Loved that bit part in "Annie Hall," which I would watch again today if not for...



I owe?

This can't be right. What about the capital loss of the Dallas Cowboys? New coach has me Bummed.

Plus what's with customer support at financial institutions? Perky 24 year-olds think they are all Donald Trump or Gordon Gekko, condescending to take a phone call.

"I can't seem to download this mutual fund into Quicken. Can you help?"

"Sir, that is an investment account, not a savings account."

"Well yeah, but when I click download on these CDs, it works. Why can't I do that for all the accounts?"

"You can't."

"What do you recommend?"

"Maybe plug in the ticker symbol and track it manually? I don't know much about Quicken."

It went on from there, a cascading parade of meaningless words governing blank indifference. The whole time, kid sounded like he couldn't wait to rid me from ear piece because Vermont Teddy Bears was calling back to confirm his order.

Like he's going to have a happy Wednesday. I happen to know his now ex-girlfriend is an astronaut.

Let's figure out why wheels weren't the fortune of the middle wives of Henry VIII.



Philippa Gregory can spin a yarn. Educational too.

Never mind the hypocrisy of sleeping around. It's cold in them castles.

But that Jane Rochford pressed court machinations a bit too far. Off with her head.

I'm surprised enough sputtering indignation survived down the centuries to bring us this story. Imagine Fox News in 1541.

Dunno much about English royalty, but I'm sure the maidens daily outplayed the knights.

Posted by Creechman at 4:23 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Well, that was "sort of" interesting.

Girl crime-solving. Point and click. Takes me away from "Call Duty 2."

If I wanted remedial help from India if you can't find the candlestick on the banister.

Posted by Creechman at 3:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I scanned the headlines this morning and can't help but wonder why every claim to objective insight is so fixated on ascribing to mankind the power over influencing planetary temperature.

Last reams of deluded common sense to sputter about the history of 1,400,000,000 years to sheep with voting cards waiting for their next benefit check, slavery reparation, or lawsuit settlement for being fired for non-performance from a lucrative minimum wage-paying job that was all they had to support a wife and 2.5 kids with English as an optional language while protesting the unfairness of schools giving standardized tests that don't account for feelings of self-esteem.

What happened to my country?

Posted by Creechman at 4:07 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I scanned the headlines this morning and can't help but wonder why the drive-by media is so fixated on ascribing to mankind the power over influencing planet-wide variables of weather in a measurable cause/effect relationship. What hubris.

But try explaining reality to the huge majority of Americans now saved from destitution by a law enforcing higher minimum wage in an environment (sic) where poor performance = discrimination lawsuits.

What happened to my country while I was watching "General Hospital?"

Posted by Creechman at 3:24 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)