Short stories, poetry, haiku, expository and technical non-fiction. Report Cards and observations on writing. This began as my repository of exercises from the "What If?" self-help writers group at AOL. It has become more and less, since leaving AOL.

Friday, March 5

Welcome Back, Manicotti

Almost time. Time to get your weekly dose of dees and does. I refer to the premiere of the fifth season of The Sopranos this Sunday evening 9PM e/p.

In honor of the august occasion, I offer you your very own Mob Name. Actually, Rick Melfi, the shrink's son, did it as a school science project in the eighth grade. No, really! No, no need to thank me. Fuhgedaboudit!

Old "Abalone Toweler" Dawg¹

P.S. Don't miss the complete reprise of the third season of Six Feet Under. The first episode will be at 8 PM e/p, just before The Sopranos. Six Feet Under is televison's best series - bar none. I wish others put as much effort into making good television.

¹ Nope, I haven't a clue as to what it means either. It's cool though, in a kind of kinky, erotic way, donjathink? Then again, I've always had a mental connection between food <-> sex.

The friday five


What was...

1. ...your first grade teacher's name?

Mrs. Paulhemous and it was Rocky Ridge School, a one room, two grade schoolhouse with bathrooms which only worked in warm weather, else you used the outhouses outside. Mostly I remember singing and a cute little blonde girl named Cookie Biggs. I've been a sucker for blondes since the womb, but Cookie had "IT".
2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?
Mighty Mouse and Woody Woodpecker
3. ...the name of your very first best friend?
Tommy Carroll. Sadly, he died under an overturned tractor leaving a very young widow with two toddlers.
4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal?
Oatmeal. Was then and still is... although I now add raisins for sweetness instead of molasses. )*&^&% doctors!
5. ...your favorite thing to do after school?
We played "fort". One day it might be Injuns. Another it was Cowboys fighting range wars. The Blue and Gray (Civil War) always invoked fisticuffs as no one wanted to be "Johnny Reb". Varieties of modern warfare crept in, too. WW I, WW II, Korea ... we fought them all. Even did a Scottish highlands after my father told us about Mary, Queen of Scots, Rob Roy and all things Scottish. We even did an Irish uprising once, over famine after my Mother told us about the Potatoe Famine and the diaspora resultant therefrom. But, no matter what we called it, it was ALWAYS "fort"!

Tuesday, February 24

Rants And Raves

Hoo boy, President Shadow is all fired up over gay marriage. I guess VP Dicky wound him up and pointed him towards the media in hopes it would take the heat off the Halliburton scandel, and the public's growing unrest over the war in Iraq. I wish Georgie-porgie would go read John Scalzi's take on "Leviticans" in his off- AOL journal, Whatever. I really got a kick out of the passionate comments it provoked, whereas nothing Georgie says is worthy of more than a yellow stream of emotion.

As the old duffer, Fred Nutter, is so fond of saying after his editorials on the local NBC affiliate:

"That's our opinion. We welcome yours."



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BTW, a "pearl diver" in the restaurant trade is AKA "pot walloper", "trap cleaner", "dishwasher", "HeyYou!", "Gofer", "Gimme" and various other appelations. Not a good thing. But honest, dirty, stinking, wet, monotonus work.
Comment from olddog299 - 3/5/04 11:05 AM

Aww, Robin, thanks. But you see, at 68", I'm not the tallest bottle in the six-pack (nor the dimmest bulb in the pack, but that'll have to wait for another day). xxoo

Comment from olddog299 - 3/3/04 9:26 AM

Olddog, I've never met an ass pimple as funny and witty as you are. Don't sell yourself short. Pearl Diver? How cool is that? From Pearl Diver to Snow Shoveler. Ain't it a shame?
Comment from rbushu - 2/26/04 8:10 PM

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