Months and Sundays

So what can I say? It's been months and Sundays since I've actually posted something that wasn't a theme song or some other asinine fluff. Celebrities have been dropping by the truckload, but I wasn't in any mood to report on them. You have to feel these things, you know? You can't just pull witty prose out of your ass. Well, sometimes you can but it's really messy.

Anyway, we were at KC & Jenny's last night. Yes again. They like wining and dining us so piss off. And we brought some wine so double piss off. Anyway, the subject of this blog came up, as it often does becaususe, well it's pretty awesome, and KC mentioned that he actually misses the old death reports. So in KC's honor let's recap a few of the recent, more memorable A-list croakers.

I guess most recently would be Betty Ford, wife of Ex-prez and chronic bumbler, Gerald. I do not know the circumstances behind her death, but my guess is that she died because she was really, really old. Good way to go. So in honor of Betty, lets all raise a glass. Yes, I recognize the irony in that. It's called humor, or poor taste. I do both equally well.

Then there was Peter Falk, aka Columbo, aka a great old guy. Falk died back in June from dementia. He forgot to keep living. Remember what I said about poor taste?

Let's see...there was a guy named Eric Swenson, whom I did not know from Swanson or his Hungry-Man dinner, but apparently he was the co-founder of skateboard magazine, Thrasher. Swenson shot himself in San Fran at the age of 64. A puzzlement.

Of course there was the Big Man, Clarence Clemmons, sax-blower for the E Street Band. Had a stroke on June 12 and passed on June 18. Sad indeed.

Then there was Jack Kevorkian, aka Dr. Death, the assisted suicide guy. Cancer assisted in his death.

Jackie Cooper died back in May. Old Jackie was part of the old Our Gang/Little Rascals of the 1930's. he also played Daily Planet editor, Perry White, in Superman. In between he probably did a butt-load of other stuff.

OK, enough of that.Will that hold you for a spell, KC?

The family spent a few days in Tennessee with the mo-in-law. Good times. I just completed at month-long contract gig with Gap Inc. in SF (in addition to the daily court gig). Hopefully it will lead to more work or maybe a full-time job. Is that asking too much? Eh. Anyway, they have a swell office right on the water near the Bay Bridge. The place is a little like walking around in the movie The Devil Wears Prada. Everyone is young and fashionable. Naturally I fit in like a condom dispenser in a convent. But I'm a damn fine writer, so hopefully that's how they'll judge me.

So back on the court gig. Summer half way over. Tahoe coming up at the end of the month, though I'll likely only be up for the weekends. No vacation time don't you know.

I'm reading some Raymond Carver. Just read his ex-wife's bio, "What it used to be like." Interesting perspective on their marriage. Anyway, got me in a mood to read some Carver. Also dropped Short Cuts in the Netflix queue. I feel a kinship with RC because he never felt he had the ability, or perhaps the stick-to-itiveness to write a novel, so he stuck with what he enjoyed, and could manage. Got in, did his business, and got out.

Guess that's all I've got to say for now. Hopefully a new Ben Nutty tale will be in the works soon. No promises, but I'd like to make it happen.

Good night.

Comments

[Pambasilea]

Good to hear from you, Joe! I've missed the posts, too.

[Social_Expectations_Challenger]

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/sticktoitiveness

Easily my least favorite word in the English language.

[Kirsty]

I second Pamba - I've missed your posts too, and am looking forward to a new Ben Nutty very much!