Just In Case
Wednesday. I liked Pamie's Samantha Who? that played for the first time Monday night on ABC and I'll watch the next episode to see how it evolves. No, really. The pacing was furious, but tight and comprehensible, the idea interesting, the dialogue just fine (thanks, no doubt, to super fine writing) and, if I were younger and paying attention to these things, I'd follow along like a good potential consumer of the great stuff the massive number of advertisers tried to sell me as I was watching. A tough business, this television business, I'm guessing.
Raining this morning, up early for whatever reason, breakfast at the usual place reading the papers. I've added weekly home delivery of The New York Times to my Chronicle subscription if only to see the interesting full page ads that run now and again such as MoveOn.org's General Petraeus (“Betray Us”) page and numerous others bought by people who have the many tens of thousands of dollars it takes to convince us to pay attention to whatever interesting off the wall concerns they may have.
I became aware of these ads some months ago when I was surprised to see one suggesting all was not right with the investigation of the Kennedy assassination and that Oswald may not have acted alone. (My, my. Do you suppose?) Today someone was unhappy with “God's Warriors”, a program that evidently ran on CNN, that seemed to suggest (to the group running the ad) that radical Christian and Jewish mind sets and actions were similar in some instances to those of radical Islamists and we should call CNN and tell them to clean up their act. It's best, I guess, to whine in The Times.
Anyway, dark, overcast, raining, a dentist appointment at 11:30 over near Solano Avenue. Maybe I'll have lunch at Solano Sushi and say hello to Kenny, apologize for not coming by as I'd promised during the Solano Stroll. Maybe I'll take a nap. Maybe I'll hook up this swell GretagMacbeth spectrometer I've just received and color correct my monitor. Then again, maybe I'll just take another nap.
You don't have to rub it in. You and your kind have what you deserve coming soon enough.
Ah, yes. Sooner or later reality strikes. In the meantime I'm stocking my “in case of earthquake” closet with plenty of cheap sake and Boston baked beans. Just in case.
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