Shake It, Baby

Precious Mammary Glands, it's a beautiful gay day in the neighborhood ( won't you be my neighbor? ) . Won't you be mine? I did not think so.

Anyway, Michael Tomlin seems to be in no way shape or form likely to pursue being USC's Ty Willingham. Mr. Tomlin sounded very convincing on the radio while denying interest in what would amount to self demotion; still I personally might have felt a tiny bit of disappointment, somehow. It would have perhaps given me the feeling that something desirably of interest had taken place. I mean purely from a trivially racial angle I like the idea. Can Tomlin or anyone else be blamed for sticking with a job that involves prestigious security, a virtual lifetime appointment as Head Football Coach of the Pittsburgh Steelers?

Other than that one hundred words were just typed and erased by a defective browser known as 1 Launch. This really should never bother me being as how I use the worst browser available to me pretty much as a way to delay accomplishing anything.

I seem to have succeeded, judging by my being stuck at five hundred fourteen reads all time forever, it seems. Challenges notwithstanding, readership must eventually slip into the negative percentages soon.

I had some idiotic conversation today. It turns out that a neighbor lost her cards of identification. Mysteriously, this did not please her anymore than losing her apartment complex fob keys did previously. Go figure. I find her to be, like many people of her age/gender,, attractive, even more so when she does not seem to hate me or something.

I feel somewhat repelled/compelled to record that I talked about the Steeler pro football squad this afternoon with someone who wears their team jacket and has their vanity plate on his vehicle. We bantered casually/dangerously/subversively regarding Rancocas Valley High School among other trivia associated with nothing of significance as best as I can tell.

The Army revealed recently that it has a woman trained to be a sniper at long last. For whatever reason her name is not likely to be released. It certainly makes sense to me that a female can handle being the most dangerous weapon on a battlefield. I must admit that I passed over this seeming minor revelatory advance in military science at first for some reason or other.

Whether it ends up involving hyperbole remains to be seen. I personally will try to avoid taking this kind of thing to much to heart. The stupidly obvious statement coming immediately to mind involves a comparison with the concept of sniping/snippy conversation.

I think I am trying to sabotage Thanksgiving by discussing it with neighbors. Holidays bore me, for the most part, especially winter ones. I was probably stupid/gullible in asking a woman in Australia about Thanksgiving, which her country does not celebrate.

The main things about major holidays are...exactly what, I wonder? Why is it that every single month must have one of these insidious days of what...holiness?

I recall, seemingly, the best times of my life as having involved breaks from, well...medication. My relative does not see this my way. Things just seemed to not be incredibly dull when I was chemically imbalanced or whatever.

I hope for nothing more than a minor delay regarding my next injection. The excuse is that my thigh is sore from last month's one. Every month I am supposed to decide where I want it. Is there not anymore to life than this tedium?

It seems to me to be an okay time and place to record what I consider the main if not exclusive advantage to living where I do. It would be relatively simple to sustain a phony tragic, maybe even fatal, accident. " Now I'm really gon' ta' make it happen, take the world in a love embrace; fire all my guns and jets, explode int0 space ".

It is always just a matter of time before I address the subject of self termination that has been on my mind so long. Someone said a long time ago that everybody considers it now and again but that is perhaps a rhetorical statement, not to be taken literally. You can always find some genius to contradict just about anything. Do not be surprised if the person has worked for the military either. I do not know for a fact that medication, so called, has much to do with the frequency of these thoughts. I was pretty much, for a brief couple of years or so chemically imbalanced. I think I would and do prefer to recall these as sort of enjoyable days, somewhat free of mind control, so to speak. Like now at times, I found trivia to be fascinating if not almost all consuming. I successfully divested myself of just about everything in the way of possessions. I hardly ever used a laundry machine to the point where I reeked. Interestingly, I could tell the time by listening to my upstairs neighbor starting to shower. I slept in a bathtub for as long as I could get away with it. If you think I would make a decent homeless person, well, yeah. I developed an acute sense of hearing and listened very cautiously, carefully to everything.

Incredibly, a black Dallas Cowboy wideout is being fined more money as a repeat offender than white A. Rodgers. Rodgers is simply a liar or delusional. Ah but he does tuck his shirt in and wear socks at the appropriate height. Mostly he is the reigning MVP.

Insofar as delusions go, The View just about always struck me, except on extremely rare occasions as resembling some type of hysterical attempt at massive estrogen delusion or something indefinable. I have at times found individual members of the show to be producers of readable books about themselves, yet the show itself never clicked extensively.

I found Meghan McCain's literature about her late father's campaign for President somewhat of mild interest for no reason that I can name or pinpoint. Joy Behar's autobiographical comedy book was funny, I thought and I liked ex co host Rosie O'Donnell's autobiography. Barbara Walters' career speaks for itself as I suppose Star Jones' has as well.

Being as how no one is likely to read this I guess I should shoot from the hip here. I myself recall attempting to enjoy the above mentioned show, with at best a damning with faint praise bare modicum of success as it seemed to be a scream fest. Am I the wrong gender here or is it unwatchable for the most part, I wonder?

The above couple of paragraphs begs the question, why bother mentioning something akin to a bitch fest. I guess I just found it to be of minor interest that Ms. McCain is or rather has made a tumultuous seeming exit from the show a la O'Donnell and I found myself hard up for some really trivially pointless asinine reverse feminism or some nonsense. I mean the show airs, if I remember correctly opposite the Soaps and this speaks volumes as to whom the target audience would be.

I suppose it is just the seeming legitimacy of a few of the co hosts that makes me take note of Sunny Somebody, the current host and her opinion of the potential dire consequences of the show not finding a suitably conservative replacement for McCain. Yet another matter of trivial pursuit would be that Liz Hasselbeck made waves on the show as well and her spouse was a mediocre to average jock on some football team; you got ta' like someone controversial whose name literally contains almost the word hassle, also, right?