Leave it to Kbot to find the Survivorman marthon. All I can say is that the idiot on the TV should stay in the SUV and leave danger alone. But that would make crappy tv.
Quick question- is Lord Admiral really comperable to General? I didn't think so. Let's debate, shall we? But then, I would have to care. And really, today I don't. With all due respect. I said, with all due respect. (If you haven't seen Taledega Nights:the Ballad of Ricky Bobby, you'll miss the allusion. Along with many, many other things.)
New Years. Right. Unless you're Chinese, to whom this must seem much like premature ejaculation- because their New Year is later. And they spend a crapload more money going to casinos and betting it all away at the Pai Gow poker tables. Or so I'm told. Not Chinese, don't know firsthand.
About resolutions- and revolutions. Same thing, by degree in my life. But none made. None ever get made. Because I'm suspicious of promises made in accordance to the calendar. Rather than by sheer inclination. I guess the main principles remain steady- don't go batshit with the new year, keep the employment steady, change the litter box before it starts to stink, read a good book every few days, watch good movies and ruminate endlessly about them- just because it's fun, keep in touch with friends and family, and maintain. Not much more to add. Can't promise to lose 20 pounds by easter. Probably take too much effort, and be due more to a moratorium on food than anything else. And I hate not eating. Makes me cranky. And headachy. Which also makes me cranky. Which would lead to me not doing many of the above things. Which would be bad. So screw it. Lose what I want by easter.
The little white cat is screaming at me. I think he wants attention. So I gotta go. If I don't appease the little beasts, they could possibly turn on me- like rabid racoons. Which would make for an abbreviated New Year's celebration. Indeed.
Have a wonderful time, all!
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i don't know survivorman, or taladega.
i do like that reality Everest show on Discovery--it's raw. shows the nice, nasty side and the Mountain wins pretty much every time. last night i watched three or four suckers lose the tips of their fingers/toes/parts of already amputated legs to frostbite. i likes! you know me...always up for seeing a good shellacking of Man by Nature. mmmmm, blackened fleeeeessssshhhhhhh.....
Actually it was Man vs. Wild. Some kind of Discovery Channel thingy that didn't involve haunted houses or blowing things up. And it was pretty stupid.
Wild just can't cut a break on those shows. Man seems to just survive on sheer cussedness. And grubs. Lots and lots of grubs. They contain tremendous amounts of calories, don't you know.
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