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I've been studying Live Journal for a while now and there are several features I like a lot better than Blogger(including the profile page and the comments setup), so I now have a new blog at http://regality3.livejournal.com/profile?mode=full . I'm thinking of the new blog as a lease to buy arrangement. If I find I continue to like Live Journal better than Blogger, I'll stay. If not, I'll be back here.

I am a Winter Olympics junkie. I’m soooo addicted, that when push comes to puck, I’ll even watch women’s hockey.

It all started back in the 70's. The whole family came down with the flu that winter, one by one by all of them. I held out as long as I could. They were all well by the time I succumbed. It was one of the worst cases of the flu that I have ever had (The worst was in 1961, when I was sick for the entire summer and the only thing anyone could guess was that I had a strain of the virus that killed so many during WWI). During the 70's episode, I was delirious for days. The fever finally started to drop and I recognized that I was not wandering alone in the Mojave, but I was so weak that I could not function even as well as a one-year-old. "They" dragged me out of bed, even though I was still running a fever around 102. They insisted that I had to move or I’d get pneumonia. So I moved–from the bed to the couch in the family room. The TV was on. The Winter Olympics. I was still just south of the border of deliriousness, but even if I hadn’t been, I think I would still have been stunned by the athleticism on that old wobbly TV screen. I’ve never been athletic. My sport has always been spectatoring, so to see the impossible being accomplished so easily by so many, it took what breath I had left away. For those two weeks, I stumbled, bobbed, slid, slalomed, & wove my way to the family room every night. Ice skating, luge, downhill skiing, and, omigodidon’tbelievein, the ski jumping. How do they do that????? Sometimes, I swear it was the Olympics was (were?) only thing that kept me out of the hospital–the anticipation of those miraculous snow and ice sports. The funny thing is, anyone who knows me will tell you that I hate being cold. For me, hell is a frozen wasteland. The mythical fires would be nothing more than a sauna for me if I were mythically sent there. I suppose that is actually one of the reasons I love the Winter Olympics so–the cold is another insurmountable object not only surmounted but embraced by impossibly athletic humans.

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Listening to:

Cyndi Lauper: She’s So Unusual
Various Artists: Singers & Songwriters
Robert Miles: Dreamland
The Jimi Hendrix Experience: Electric Ladyland
Rod Stewart: Storyteller, disc #4
Red Hot Chili Peppers: Californication

He was a drunk with a social conscience. He frequently stumbled in late after a hard night. Sometimes he was simply AWOL. Late in his career the welfare of Native Americans became his passion and he was either put on "leave" or fired because he would not stop castigating the government for their sins in that area. I wonder why the bio is "to be continued" and then not continued.
http://www.bayarearadio.org/audio/sherwood/index.shtml

[I published this originally with all of the links properly inserted, only to find that
Blogger was screwed up again and I don’t feel like going through all the rigamarole again]

There’s an unusual consistency of opinion in this thread, at least when I last read it: http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfgate/detail?blogid=15&entry_id=2834

I dreamed I was on the arm of Gregory Peck who looked more like Viggo Mortensen than himself. We were in the country, but in a city. We were running from someone, then I was hiding in a tunnel by myself. Hey, what the hell happened to Greg?????!!!!!

I wonder if I’m the only one alive who still likes "popcorn" ceilings?

People who talk incessantly about the diet they are on are doomed to losing the weight loss game.

Google News "Bush crash" and find out how many times this mistake has been made. Funny!.
I fucking love this: http://www.castlenews.com/swearingfestival.html


An hour of sounds from my youth: http://www.bayarearadio.org/audio/kabl/kabl_sept-8-1960.shtml If I remember correctly, the movie theater that this station was in eventually became a porn theater, but I may be misremembering.

How many ways can you ruin the Star Spangled Banner? I don’t know. Go ask Aaron Neville and Aretha Franklin.
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I didn't watch the Grammys , becuz my most unfavorite female lost-note singer was rumored to have infiltrated them this year. I did see just a bit of them after finishing up watching "Murderball" (inspiring, but not nearly as exciting as wheelchair basketball in my opinion) and I thought I had lucked into something extremely fine--the Sly Stone tribute. And it was, particularly since Joss Stone was part of it, as she was last year in the tribute to Janis Joplin with Melissa which was superb. This year, everything was jivin', right up until the poor thang, Sly, trotted out on stage. That was just fuckin' sad, it was. Damn, why did they do that, and whose lousy idea was it? Whoever came up with the idea should be put someplace--no bloodshed, just put them someplace.
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Listening to:

Johnny Cash: America IV: The Man Comes Around

The Jimi Hendrix Experience: Axis: Bold As Love

Chage & Aska: MTV Unplugged Live

Elvenking: Heathenreel

Faces: Long Play

Bruce Springsteen: The Rising

Has Cindy Sheehan had any real effect on anything? So far, I'd say no, except to validate the opinions of those who already agreed with her. I'm reminded of when I marched in the anti-war demonstrations and knew that they would have no effect at all on government action.

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New insult: If the shit sticks, wear it.

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It was odd watching MissWhitebreadSkater doing a routine to Nina Simone’s "Feeling Good."

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Maybe this is why I love Stephen King so much: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743292332/qid=1139155114/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-2478830-8853638?s=books&v=glance&n=283155

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Headline: "Coretta Scott King, widow of Martin Luther, dies" Funny, I always thought ML was married to this woman


And on the same topic, isn't it better that CSK died, rather than being Shiavoed?

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Given the recent tornadoes in NOLA, I'm beginning to think Pat Robertson might have been right.

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Both my wp and blogger seem to be having problems today. There was more to this post originally, but I've lost it.

Gunner Palace: Up close and personal. but it's not going to change anyone's mind. I have to laugh at the synopsis on IMDB "A little heavy on the downer" LOL

Indictment: The McMartin Trial: Just makes you want to throw things at the TV screen when a Mercedes Ruehl's character is on. Good for reminding people that the McMartins were NOT convicted.

The Blue Planet series: Simply magnificent.

Brokeback Mountain: A good movie, not a great one. Could have used tighter editing.

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Listening to:

Brian May: Another World
Rod Stewart: It Had To Be You, The Great American Songbook
Elton John: Made in England
Mott the Hoople: Greatest Hits
Madonna: Ray of Light
Voodoo Child: The End of Everything

Monday’s children are zoftig white mothers pushing strollers for two.

Tuesday’s children are yellow cement trucks churning.

Wednesday’s children are grizzled amputees hand cranking wheelchairs.

Thurday’s children are fox squirrels maniacally mating .

Friday’s children are leathery old Asian men speed walking.

Saturday’s children are mottled buttons breaking loose.

Sunday’s children are holding tight to their mothers’ wombs.

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Listening to:

Queen: Innuendo
Various Artists: Just Can’t Get Enough, New Wave Hits of the ‘80's, vol 12
Boy George: Cheapness and Beauty
Rod Stewart: Storyteller, disc 4
Prince: The Hits 2
Andy Freilich: Dragons