Coffee City

Look at all the tubes and wires. She blinded me with science and I still haven't paid it off.

Okay so the Creech machine may not own the coolest paint job, but after four fine years, still hums along fine, cooking up jaw-dropping blog material moment by moment.

Made for games, but by now you know this rocket scientist, formerly a human instrument of some ambition, has grown much too old to dilly-dally with such nonsense.



That box is worth at least $59.95 at Frys and don't make me read the damn manual.

"Grow up?"

Oh sure, I have EXCEL at right elbow. Check out my pivot table.

Look, being cool without an XBOX ain't easy in this day and age. All Walmart stock hinges on decisions such as my own. But I know reticence, discipline. You would be proud.

I wander back to the doorstep of my youth with various foods which should be refrigerated immediately, and cell phone has not the slightest inclination to make videos for YouTube.

Saturday barbarism expires with a whimper from rain all day, a miserable, soggy mess best left to moths.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, guides us by vanities....

TS Eliot would have made a great blogger.

I'm the kind of person who wonders what Shakespeare could have done with MS Word offering helpless advice every time he hit the return key.

Last time I tidied up a Saturday evening after midnight, "Casablanca" was running at the local University of Texas Student Union.



I rocked back then with midnight bowling. But now, this post, which you have devoured without thinking, is merely brought to you by the newly elected union member of "Papillons who want to go to bed."



Ah, but he doesn't know I'm trying to make it until 1AM, ha ha. What a dog loser ..........zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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This time of year always reminds me of the Jr. High science project in which we were all called out to go forth and find fifty different blooming flowers, press between book sheets, identify, paste in a notebook - harder than the college treatise I would be later called upon to produce about how the Greeks repelled the Persians to save Western Civilization, which might have to happen again.

The other day, I bought lunch at a drive-thru at Taco Cabana instead of Taco Bell. Cost me a rich $7.50. I binge once per month. Why?

To honor excess in my small way.

Then we have Travolta.



"Kelly, which jet should we fly up to San Francisco tonight?"

"Hush it John. You still haven't gotten over Olivia down under. And all the planes in all the world can't make it up to me."

Grease is the word.

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I wonder if rural Peruvian owls, who are unlucky enough to get caught, appreciate being let go to fly home and warn disbelieving feathered friends about encroaching human interference.

I asked this beautiful creature, "did my blog friends stay away from the computer yesterday as instructed?"

He twisted his neck in an alarming resemblance to hysterical laughter and shrieked (because they were born to shriek), "ha ha ha ha."

I thought as much.

Wish I were in Miami.



She signs felt.

It's a pretty huge tournament. God I hope she beats Venus Williams today, or my life will only be the same.

If I took off on a lark, should I just leave the dog at one of our local, plush pet hotels? Would they follow medical instructions?
Emerson escaped that terrible pet food recall (rat poison in "gravy and bits" food). We are now on a different diet. He's adjusting and doesn't understand the unfairness of me eating nachos ten times a day while grappling with a new metal bowl full of dry veterinary pebbles.

I'd be bored if I didn't pay April's mortgage this morning. Check out this interesting website:



For only $15, you can watch live tennis on your computer because DirecTV won't get around to it for at least another week. The image quality is not bad if you have a fast connection.

It dawned on me yesterday, watching the computer (not blogging as promised), that we are in the early stages of seeing all this technology merge: Internet, TV, ipods, cable, satellite, home stereo, video games, DVDs, cooking lessons, "General Hospital," The Teaching Company, Mad Money, weather girls.

The CEO's all seem to be about twenty-six years old.

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I'm not fickle. I call em as I see em.

What a great win.

This basically saved her whole career. Just so everyone knows, she's twenty-three, okay? I don't want any vice squads beating down my door please.

The top players are not seriously worried about Daniala's reemergence, but have you seen her serve? Stuff of slumber party legend. Capped off a great week, defeated number four player in the world, held her composure.

We were all seriously afraid she might have gone over the Karen Carpenter edge. She's still mighty thin, but has the strength and timing, and mentality. She did it. She won.

I know, I know... too much tennis, college basketball. I have work to do with this cool new electric screwdriver. Re-did the deadbolt in the front door. Now I'm walking around with it like Han Solo, looking for a loose outlet.

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I know it isn't until tomorrow, but if vacant cubicles are any indication, green beer has arrived.

This song is a favorite of mine. I remember it from my visit to England. They have good bus drivers.

I was dumped for several days in Stratford-upon-Avon, birth and death place of William Shakespeare. You think I walked around that place or what?

School systems should not force him down the throats of people too young to understand. That's what happened to me. It took a lifetime to recover my aversion to what I thought was simply stupid.

We are too young at sixteen to know, and the bad taste of forced sugar leaves most sane people spitting for the rest of their lives.

If you are like I was, simply rebel at the language. How stupid! Let's try instead to toss that paperback and meet Christina band before the other guy gets in my way, tell me not of "this thou and thee and perchance."

Oh,,, Mark, Mark.....if only I could kick your butt back in time.

Shakespeare is not revered for nothing. That's what I didn't get. I thought it was all some bookish favoritism. But dude continues to rule 400 years after he died. Generations live and die and pass him on. Is it a joke?

When I find time to re-explore, I cannot believe what I'm reading, how truly good it is. If you want to dive into it for fun. Don't go for "Hamlet" right way, unless you see the Kenneth Branaugh/Kate Winslet version. Instead try "As You Like It."

Rosalind, Oh my God. The most perfect woman ever written by man.

Anyway, the point is - I liked England, the buses, green beer, and the concept of vacation.

Tootles.

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How are they doing it?

Big country. Lots of people. Lots of poverty. Also, the electric drill I bought from Sears last week, exquisitely made, was from China. So are most things in my house, or in your computer.

Where are these good coming from? They populate Target, Walmart, Kroger. I never knew it had gotten to this point.

These guys are basically providing 75% of what is in your house, and we don't even realize it.

Fascinating language, however. Intonations and no clear keyboard.

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I don't think you realize how well written this story actuall is.

That comes from me finally sitting down to read something straight through.

It's so GOOD.

I found myself with time this afternoon to stop feeling sorry for myself and take in a novel.

Just turn everything off and read.

Now I see the movie is on TV tonight. Audrey Hepburn. Oh I sure loved her.

We are the cat, the stray who needs to be found, saved from the rain, from the cold, from the loneliness - saved to save the person who saved him.

Emerson is very puzzled about this piece of philosophy.

Truman Capote. Strange man. Yet he wrote it, and that came from someplace.

Have a nice weekend all. :)

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Click the pic for YouTube.

Long ago, before my final frontier, I stopped watching the original "Star Trek," because as a kid, I had seen every episode over and over, even read the books. Thus it passed out of consciousness.

Then came the great "Next Generation," the movies - that too passed.

Life went on, goes on, but once in a while, a re-broadcast catches my attention, like "The City on the Edge of Forever."

I've written before about Edith Keeler, before Joan Collins became "Joan Collins." But this episode captured on my DVR is so good, that it bears some emphasis on why. This short, 47 minute screenplay and arrangement should be a must study for any film class.

Plot is perfect: crisis, humor, character driven, event driven, fast-paced. You care what happens. Nothing wasted. The score in tune with every scene. Mini-crises. Always wondering, "what next?" Even if you've seen it a hundred times.

This masterpiece of concentrated story-telling resonates on a philosophical level. An episode from a TV show 40 years ago. Immortal.

So boys and girls, go out this Thursday and be immortal yourselves. Inspire. Do good. Don't be as late as I am for writing good advice.

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Wake up.

I already fed the gulls in Walmart's parking lot with the last shreds of a sausage burrito. God to them I appeared for two fickle minutes.

Lucky for you I can't dig up another 90's obscure DVD track.

I bought a utility cart. It's very exciting. Some assembly required. That means do it tomorrow in Mark speak.

Smells of fake varnish.

Should mix well with bachelor home decor.

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Feeling cultural? Artcyclopedia.

Find a classic painting. Download huge file version. Open photosuite. Play with sizes. Plug in color ink cartridge. Print on hp premium plus glossy. Frame. Sell on ebay for $75 (they'll buy anything).

Do this twenty-five times per week. Bingo - $100,000 per year, tax free.

These and other wild ideas may be found at clear-lake-delusions.com.

With NASA's budget shortfall and freak Florida hailstorms delaying shuttle launches, one might research enterprising schemes to put tuna into one's cupboard.

Talk not about new vocations, secondary careers. One tires of learning new stuff and merely wishes to take advantage of a naive consumer base, get oneself a guest spot on CNBC as entrepreneur genius, then write the next best seller: "How I Got Rich Through Brazen Disregard of Proper Work Ethic."

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