Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Local Newspaper

Sometimes I am motivated to post;  sometimes I am not motivated to post; sometimes I am just not motivated.

The Corsicana Daily Sun - a wonderful paper  (some will read as truth; others will read as sarcasm - the choice will be yours)...the paper had a photo last Friday of the Corsicana H.S. candidates for Homecoming Queen, King, Prince, Princess, Head Bubba and Bubbarina - I am sure they have a name for that.  Don't know it.  Don't care to know.  Already too much stuff in my brain to use anyway.

What I find interesting is the first names of the contestants - and they have a million.  What happened to the good ole days when there were 3 guys and 3 dolls?  They have 20 in the newspaper photo.  I am going to recite all of their first names.  That is what I enjoy.  Here we go:
Will, Trey, Breyon, Alonzo, Dean, Zack, Adrian, Holden, Pedro, Bobby, Cassidy, Bridgett, Autumn, Tabitha, Lauren, Shamyron, Isidra, Tia, Fatima, and Kelsey.   Where are the Mikes? the Toms?  the Harrys? the Jims?  the Marys?  the Joans?  and yes, the Brendas?  Times are a-changing.

While I am perusing the newspaper, the article underneath the Royalty (above) is a listing of 20 people:  Grand Jury indicts 20 Thursday.  It lists names and offenses.  We had the robberies, the hitting of a cop, the theft by check, aggravated assaults, possessions, etc.  They have different first names:  Lisa, Joel, Juan, Lindsey, Ismael, Amelio, Sean, Dena, Jacob etc.  2 Jameseseses.  My favorite is someone named  Echo Hooks.   There must be a story connected with that name.

Moving on:  Politics .... not really, but yes - in the paper.  Apparently we are having a heated election for sheriff.  A guy named John Barlow is running against Elmer Tanner.  Not that it matters, but it seems to me that anyone named Elmer will be better Sheriff than a John.... just take that anyway you want.

You really want to read that article.  John wrote a 599-word post addressed as an open letter to Elmer and "his gang of thugs."Yes, he wrote it on facebook.   599 words.  Who counted them?  Someone needs a better hobby.   John called Elmer a "DUMB-@%%"    I quoted from the paper.    He was complaining that his signs were being stolen (eventually asked by paper - seems 3 or 4 signs)  His rant must have been good.   His rant closing was  (off color warning)   all caps, of course.   "THIS IS FOR YOU, YOUR THUGS, AND THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SO STUPID THAT THEY WRITE STUPID COMMENTS ABOUT THIS ARTICLE.  (F**K YOU)"

132 Friends on facebook he has.  I'm thinkin' one of those may not be a true friend.  The local police chief G.M. Cox said "..this kind of posting is below what I would expect a a man who wants to serve as sheriff."

I have probably spent enough time with that issue of the paper.  The local paper is always good for a bit of fun.

My trip to the scope man

I am going to do this as a "running" post.  Saving it to be posted after things have developed.

6:35 p.m.   I have just consumed my liquid.   I am timing the period before I must journey into the reading room.   The doctor has given me two  6 ounce bottles to drink.   Number one was just finished.  I put it into  the plastic glass - provided with the process - put another 16 oz of Sprite into the glass.   I was able to drink it down in about 3 massive swallows.   Now I sit and wait.   It will cleanse me completely.   The last time I had to do this, about 10 yrs back,  I had maybe a gallon of the stuff to drink - prolonged over several hours.
Apparently studious experimental types have discovered a way to wipe my innards clean with just the one glass full.   I sit and wait.   I have a 2nd six ounce treat to be finished off at 6 a.m. tomorrow.  Sitting.   Waiting. Waiting.

7:35  almost to the exact one hour after drinking the slime, the urge hit.   Urges continued to hit for an hour and a half - such a pleasant way to end a day.

5:45 a..m. the next morn.   Don't know how I woke without help at this ungodly hour.  I have had my 2nd bottle of goop and am sitting here writing.  Outside the window - not far away - two different owls are talking back and forth.   They do a  hoo-hoooooo  hoo hoo.  One recites and the other responds in a slightly lower voice.   I expect to leave this correspondence in just one moment.  After that, all other writings will probably be completed this evening.
I am to check in at 10 a.m.

I started this posting a couple of weeks ago.  Entitled or grouped under "entertainment."  That was 2 weeks ago.  Finished the process.  It was not entertaining.   Had a terrible time.  Doc says nothing is wrong with me.  I did my check in at 10; Navarro Regional Hospital.  Met a nice lady or two at the check-in.  A nice ole gent led me to my port of call.   I dressed properly, met several doctors and nurses - and, I think, one trainee - who was dressed in all pink while the others looked a lot older.  She put the needle in my right hand for the drip and knock-out juice.  I tried to talk nice to her explaining that I wouldn't watch and asked if she minded if I cried when she stuck me.  She was so involved with that need and the larger nurse watching, never cracked a smile.

Eventually I was rolled out to a small room and rolled over.  From that point, who knows what happened.  We left the room - have not eaten in over 24 hours - went to the local Sirloin Stockade buffet and consumed.  Over and done.  They told me to not do any business or whatever for 24 hours.   I think I was still under the whammeee of the drug.   One of these days, I suppose my wife will explain to me what all those papers were I signed as I was eating.

this blug is over and done.   I hear that my older bro is going under the scope in the near future.  I wish him well and hope "EVERYTHING COMES OUT ALRIGHT!"

p.s. My favorite thing of the day:
Nurse: Are you taking any medicine other than aspirin?
Me: No, other than Diet Coke.
Nurse: What? You are allergic to Diet Coke?
I had to stop and explain what I said.      Sigh.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Ayn Rand

I have never been an intellectual. I've learned certain things over the years perhaps in spite of the teachers or situation. When it comes to literature, I am sorely inadequate. I have started the House of Seven Gables three different times and never understood where it all was going. Of course, I have read all the Hobbit books and the Harry Potter stuff. I. E., I do not read a book a week - or month - so there are lots of things I don't know.
get the picture?
The other night, the wife & I had a Netflix night. We have a whole list of movies in the Quece - or however it is spelled. We watch whatever comes up next. So the next movie was Ayn Rand, a documentary. I asked the wife if Ayn Rand was a stripper from the 40s (seems like there was one - but it may have been Sally Rand). My wife didn't know who she was either. We both agreed to having heard her name.
As we started the movie, I said, "if this thing is too heavy or stupid, we'll just shut it off and go to the next movie on the list."
We learned that she was born in Russia in 1905. When she was 12 the Communist took over the country and took her father's business. They ended up in the USA. She was a writer. The documentary explained her books and thoughts etc. I was quite intrigued by the lady.
Her final book was Atlas Shrugged. It came out about 1957 when I was in high school. I had never heard of it. I spent all my time sending text messages on my
i-phone instead of reading the New York Times book lists. Apparently, the book was very popular with people but college teachers didn't like it.... this could explain why I was never introduced in college throughout the years. Last year the book sold over 300,000 copies, and it seems to do that on a regular basis.
Okay, nuff of that. The movie was "Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged." Really an eye opener.
The documentary ended. Spouse Brenda and I said, we ought to buy the book. She'll look on Kindle. Within 5 minutes we had bumped, literally bumped into Atlas Shrugged Part I, the movie on netflix. We have it up to watch this week.
Then last night a TV commercial advertising Atlas Shrugged to come out this Friday in selected theaters. In the background of the commercial is the roman numeral II. So, in my ignorance, I have decided that our netflix movie is part I, and the movie in the theaters on Friday are part II. Seems logical to me.
I believe everyone should go watch this Ayn Rand and the prophecy of Atlas Shrugged. it is a mere documentary which was really interesting. With that I close.