LAst-Minute Panic (LAMP)

Gratitude list

2009-12-12T15:16:37Z

I haven't done one of these in a while, so I'm going to.

What I am grateful for:

1. Lisa
2. Nallely
3. Michelle
4. Afternoon naps
5. The holiday season
6. My gift card I received at work for Christmas
7. Jesus
8. The Last Lecture
9. Bruuuuuce Springsteen.
10. Born to Run
11. The ability to express myself.
12. The ability to walk
13. My family
14. facebook
15. Nine more days till winter, then the days start growing longer.

Back to work

2009-12-12T15:11:54Z

Yeah, I'm at the McCullough Library right now. I have to take the 9:45 bus to work. At least I do have a job to go to.

Another Dream

2009-12-12T12:24:30Z

I just had this weird dream. I was back in the mobile home where I lived with my Mom and stepfather in the early 1980s. I started to long for returning to Evansville again. I was watcing this movie with the Bee Gees (Odd, since the only movie with the Bee Gees in it was "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band".), I saw this blonde-haired actress. Underneath her it read, "Imaginary Love Interest." Then I started hearing the Bee Gees' song "Run to Me." I struggled to find something to do, but I couldn't.

I woke up crying.

Writer's Block: My Favorite Movie Quote

2009-12-12T08:32:04Z

What’s your favorite movie quote of all time?

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Robin Williams to Bruno Kirby at the end of "Good Morning Vietnam":

You need a bl--j-- more than any white man in history.

Heaven knows there have been times I been like Bruno Kirby.

A Poem

2009-12-12T08:18:59Z

Pain

Pain is the distance
between what is
and what you want it to be.
The longer the distance,
The sharper the pain.

Who ya calling old?

2009-12-09T13:47:57Z

You seem like one of those old lady actresses. You know...like a character lady." Me [Alexandra Billings]: "Thanks. Oh and by the way, you look fat."--Ms. Billings' "facebook" page.

One nice thing about working at a senior citizens home: The residents still call me "young man," even though I'm pushing closer to AARP membership.

A Poem

2009-12-08T11:18:34Z

Doubt

The demon of doubt attacks me.
It assaults my soul
In its darkest night.
The demon's adamantine claws
Slash my soul into shreds.
The demon tries to separate me
From the One Who loves me.
But I reach for His Holy Word.
The Word is a Sword
That plunges into the demon’s soulless heart
And slays it--

Or so I think.
But the demon always returns.
Always striking my soul in its darkest night.
I must stand ever vigilant
With the Sword of His Holy Word.

The Mother of All Mondays

2009-12-08T04:46:37Z

It was one of those Mondays that reminded me of the Boomtown Rats' classic song "I Don't LIke Mondays." I just wanted to shoo--ooo-ooo-ooo-ooooot the whole day down. Doubts started ravage my soul. All sorts of dark and stormy ideas came to me.

Finally I made it to quitting time. After I'd clocked out, I took my camera and walked back into the residential dining area. There were a couple of Nativity scenes I wanted to take photographs of. So I took them.

Later I went to Barnes and Noble. I bought some more Christmas presents. This year, instead of buying all of them in one trip, I'm making multiple trips. And I managed to buy the latest Nicholas Sparks book, which is what my niece Michelle said she wanted.

Sometimes I feel as if my existence on this planet is justified.

When I got home, I turned on the computer. I found an e-mail from Lisa. She also commented on a couple of flog photos. Perfect. She's having some medical problems right now. So I'd appreciate it if you prayed for her.

What I'm grateful for:

1. Lisa
2. Holanda
3. My Barnes and Noble discount card
4. Sleeping
5. My family.
6. That I can afford Christmas presents for #'s 1 and 5.
7. That Monday only comes one a week.
8. Two weeks till Winter, then the days start growning longer.
9. My digital camera
10. Google Translate (to help me communicate with #2).

Random Thoughts 12-6-09

2009-12-06T17:22:30Z

Okay, so far today I have
1. Taken a shower
2. Gone to Mass
3. Speedwalked for 45 minutes
4. Taken a shower (again!)
5. Rounded up my laundry
6. Tried to wash my laundry, only to discover all the washers were taken
This morning I went to Mass. The Priest talked about making the path straight for the LORD. He said that meant we should repent of our sins. He said God didn’t promise to take away the drama from our lives, but to be in with us. The Priest said life is messy. In Luke’s Gospel, he named all of the names of the rulers of the time to show how messy life was. But we need to slow down and be ready for the coming of God.
I like the closing benediction of today’s Mass. I liked it so much I copied it from the Missalette after Mass had ended:
Father, You give us food from Heaven. By sharing in this mystery, teach us to judge wisely the things of Earth and to love the things of Heaven. Grant this through Christ Our Lord, Amen.
Last night I watched a movie, “Anastasia.” It was a cartoon about the youngest daughter of Tsar Nicholas (though it probably had as much to do with history as an episode of F Troop). While escaping the Bolsheviks, Anastasia falls down and strikes her head, losing her memory. When next we see her, she’s an orphan moving out into the world. She winds up in St. Petersburg and draws the attention of two con men who want the ten million Ruble reward Anastasia’s grandmother is giving for her return. So off to Paris they go. However, Rasputin (yes, THE Rasputin), discovers from Limbo that Anastasia is alive. So, he uses his demonic forces to try to kill her.
I don’t know. This seems less like second-rate Disney. I love the song “Once Upon a December,” but that’s about it. Most of Disney’s movies from the 1990s beat the tar out it. But it was worth a look.
Yeah, I’m sitting her right now. Once again I have my cellphone handy. I’m waiting for Lisa to call. She said she’d call this weekend--probably today. I’m not sure what I’m going to do . I was going to do laundry, but all the washers are full. I’m thinking going on a photo safari today. I saw some Christmas decorations and some other stuff I wanted to photograph and put on my Metroflog. If I can’t make money, I hope I can make people happy.
Yeah, what would you do if you were not afraid? I’d do the same thing I’m doing now: writing. The only difference is I’d do it more often. And I hope I’d try to find a way to make money off the deal.
The Bengals plays Detroit today. Why do I get the feeling that the Bengals are headed for another breakdown? Probably because I know the Bengals.
Speaking of football,. I worked with Scott the Patriots Fan Friday at work. I thought about humming “When the Saints Go Marching In” when I first saw him, but I decided against it. I thought, Would Jesus tease Scott about the Patriots losing to New Orleans?” The answer, I decided, would be no.. So I didn’t.
And I felt happy about that. For one of the few times in my life (At least that’s how it seems to me!), I actually used self-discipline.
What I am grateful for:
1. Spell check on my word processing program.
2. Holy Rosary Catholic Church
3. The ability to walk.
4. Weekends off
5. My computer
6. The Internet
7. Newspapers
8. My DVD player
9. Lisa
10. Jesus.

Random Thoughts 12-5-09

2009-12-06T00:09:44Z

Yeah, I missed yesterday’s entry.
I just returned from a late-afternoon speedwalk. The temperature was around freezing. But I didn’t feel it too much; I walked briskly.. The Christmas lights are coming out. They brighten the twilight sky. I tuned in a radio to a station playing all Christmas music. I walked south for a few blocks, then I turned and headed west toward Vann Avenue. I saw Sol’s remaining rays reach the western horizon. I walked for 23 minutes, then I turned around. As I headed east, I saw the Queen of the Night slowly lay her dark, icy blanket across the Western Hemisphere. A beautiful sight. I’m happy tonight, walking in a late-fall wonderland.
I was not very happy yesterday morning. I headed toward the bus stop to catch the bus heading downtown. However, the bus didn’t arrive, I called the bus office downtown. The person on the other end of the line told me the bus had broken down. I was not happy. This stuff would have to happen on the day we had Hot Wings for lunch. So I took the bus headed the opposite direction. At the terminal I went to the band and withdrew some money. I called for a cab. While I was doing this, I was growing unhappy. I wondered why God allowed the bus break down on Hot Wing Day.
But I started to think, Do I really want God to tell me the reason he allowed it to happen? Or do I just want to get into an argument with him? I wanted to fix the blame on God for allowing it to happen. I didn’t want to fix the problem.
That seems to always be the case for me. I want to know why something happened. I’d rather do that than try to fix the problem. Doing the latter would be the constructive action. But doing the former is much easier.
I’m reminded of Kane’s Confrontation with Jim Gettys in the movie “Citizen Kane,” when Gettys tell Kane he’s going to need one more than one lesson to do something. I sometimes wonder how many lessons I need.
That incident Friday morning reminded of a chapter from one of Max Lucado’s books. He said some of us perceive God as some sort of Genie (sort of like Barbara Eden with the navel). We want to tell God what to do, and then him obey our command. That reminds me of passage from one of Max Lucado’s books:
“And if your God is a genie in a bottle, then you are greater than he is. He comes and goes at your command.
“A God who looks like but does little.”
I don’t know. I like what I’m doing.
I don’t know, I got into an online conversation with a clown last night. I wondered how she could be a clown for 17 years. She replied that she loved it, and now was the happiest time of her life. Of course, I’ve been writing my journal, in pen-and-ink and electronic form, for a long time than she’s been wearing greasepaint and a red nose. And I still like what I’m doing.
I just wish I could paid for it.
Now I’m in front of my computer. I’m waiting for a) the alarm to ring or b) Lisa to call. Preferably the latter. I got an e-mail from her yesterday. She got the book I sent her for Christmas, a collection of the first story of Neil Gaiman’s Sandman comic book series. She liked it.
What I am grateful for.
1. Lisa
2. Holanda
3. Facebook
4. Online Chats
5. Yahoo! mail
6. iGoogle.
7. Christmas Lights
8. Burl Ives’s “Holly Jolly Christmas”
9. Johnny Mathis’
10. My portable radio.

Random thoughts 12-3-09

2009-12-03T10:05:46Z

As I went home from work the other night. I heard the holiday song “The Little Drummer Boy.” It was Bob Seger’s version of the song (or at least the man who sang it sounded a lot like Bob Seger). As I tried to get to sleep this morning, I started thinking about that song. Particularly I thought of the last two lines: “Then He smiled at me...me and my drum.” I thought, The Drummer Boy made God happy.

Shouldn’t that be the purpose of art?
I hope my art makes God happy.
Then I started to remember Matthew’s Gospel, Chapter 25, Verse 40, wherein Jesus said, “Whatever you do to the least of these brothers of mine, you did to me” (NAB). I sometimes wonder if I spend too much time sucking up to those in positions of power and not enough time trying to console those weaker than I.
I know I do.
--Yesterday was grey, cold, and rainy. I felt happy when I’d finished they errands I needed to do and could return to the electric fire of my household furnace. Later on in the day I stumbled across my copy of Immortal Poems (Oscar Williams, editor) and read Thomas Hardy’s “The Darkling Thrush” for the umpteenth time. It still gives me comfort after all these years.
Some blessed Hope, that’s what the world needs sometimes. My Blessed Hope is in Jesus.
Later I websearched for an online copy of the poem. With a little effort I found it. I linked it on my facebook page. I’ll try to link it to this blog later.
--What I am grateful for:
1. Jesus, my Blessed Hope
2. “The Darkling Thrush.”
3. “The Little Drummer Boy”
4. The God-given ability to make insights.
5. The ability to write good...uhh, I mean well.
6. Those who have gone ahead of me, on whose shoulders I stand.
7. Sausages
8. The ability to read
9. Afternoon naps
10. Walmart
--Ahh, I feel better now. I just feel like writing. I’m not sure what I want to write about, but I know I want to write. And I want to use my ability to write to make God happy. I can’t make all of the humanity happy. But I know I can make God happy.
--Yeah, it’s 3:45 in the morning. I wonder why the devil am I still up. Maybe I shouldn’t worry about that. Maybe I should just worry about this page in front of me (well, actually a computer screen) and try to fill it up with writing. Maybe it’s time for me to stop worrying and start living, to borrow a title of one of Dale Carnegie’s book.
--It’s back to work. Before my day off yesterday, I’d worked eight out of nine days. I work today and tomorrow, and I’m off the weekend. I don’t know. I kind of like to have two three-days stretches mixed in with a four-day stretch. Of course I’d like to have $100,000,000, but that won’t likely happen , either.
--As I started on the last paragraph, I started to think of the song “Good Morning” from the classic movie “Singin’ in the Rain.” My mind makes weird connections sometimes. And sometimes it’s interesting.
--And now I realize “weird” is spelled perfectly. “Weird” is spelled weird.

Random Thought 12-2-09

2009-12-03T05:12:26Z

I had the day off today. Unfortunately, it’s been an ugly day outside. It probably would’ve been a good day to stay at home with a good book and some hot chocolate. However, I needed to go to Walmart and buy a new pay of shoes. So out the door I went.
I went to the library and played on the ‘Net for a couple of hours. I watched the video for Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida.” The song’s better. I also watched this week’s Olga Kay video. This one starred goth/emo/ whatever Stacie Rect. I enjoyed it.
I also discovered that Lisa had sent my a message on “MySpace.” Since I hardly use “MySpace,” I didn’t know about it. And for some reason I didn’t receive a message in my e-mail about it. She told me she’d seen the movie “Amelie” six times.
After I’d finished at the library, I went to the bank to cash in some coins. Then I took the bus to Walmart. On my way there I read my book on Spanish grammar. I’m still trying to learn, though it’s been a struggle there’s no fear of having a teacher giving a pop quiz.
What I am grateful for:
1. Lisa
2. The Evansville Public Transit System
3. Walmart
4. My apartment
5. The radio
6. Cargo pants
7. Olga Kay
8. Cellphones
9. Text messaging
10. The Cincinnati Bengals
Speaking of football, The New Orleans Saints defeated the New England Patriots in Monday Night Football. The following morning I wanted to hum “When the Saints Go Marching In.” to Scott, one of my co-workers who is a Patriots fan. However, Scott was taken ill at work. By I time I arrived, he had left.
Well, the good news is that the Bengals are 6-0 in their division. It’s the first time ever they’ve swept all their divisional games in a season. The bad news: they’re 2-3 against teams outside their division. And the final five games are all outside their division. This will be interesting.
I actually listened to a basketball game on the radio last night. Indiana was playing Maryland, part of the Big Ten/Atlantic Coast Conference Challenge. I had to listen to the game on the radio, since I didn’t have cable. IU played pretty well most of the game. However, in the last seven minutes the Hoosiers began to sputter. I just hope we can improve by the time the conference schedule comes around.
Yeah. I feel better. When I got home from my shopping trip, I went back online. There was a e-mail from Lisa, telling me she’d received my “MySpace” message. E-tag is fun.
Yeah, I feel like writing. I want to make people happy. I’m not exactly sure how I can do it except what I’m doing now. I would like to make some money off my writing. Since I’d rather write for a living than bus tables (though it beats most of the other jobs I’ve had).
That reminds me of the story. When I was about to enter elementary school forty-odd (and some of them have been really odd) years ago, the schools principal wanted me to go to a school for the mentally challenged. However, my mother fought against it, and I was enrolled in regular school. I sometimes wonder if I should’ve been enrolled in a school for the work ethically challenged.
Ahh, yeah, I took an afternoon nap today. There’s something good about lying in bed in the middle of afternoon and not having to check trays in the dining room. It was peaceful. I sometimes wonder what Heaven be like. I hope it’s peaceful.
Though I’d still like to stick around here for a while. I’m like Woody Allen in “Hannah and Her Sisters.” I want to find out what happens next.

Okay, let's try this again

2009-12-03T01:38:33Z

Last night I upload this pic onto my Metroflog page. Due to a sudden case of airheadedness, I uploaded it sideways. I hope it turns out better now.

Just speedwalking in the rain

2009-12-02T15:23:08Z

This morning I speedwalked to about 45 minutes. In the rain. And freezing. The rain was splattering against my eyeglasses.

It's such times as that I wish for a pair of those goggles with windshield wipers. They look so silly. But they're practical at times like these.

At least it's not snowing. One of my facebook friends (Hi Sam!) from Dallas said it was snowing this morning. Snow and I a bitter enemies. Except for a couple of inches on Christmas, I can do without snow. I have enough trouble keeping my footing on when it's dry, let alone when it's snowy and icy. When I talked to my friend a couple of weeks ago, she told me snow is very labor-instensive. Heck, just walking through a couple of inches is labor-intensive.

Waiting on spring.

Gratitude list 11-30-09

2009-11-30T15:08:54Z

1. Lisa
2. The nice lady at the post office who told me I could send Lisa's Christmas present Priority Mail for an extra nickel.
3. Mama Roma's pizza.
4. Van Morrison
5. The movie "Amelie"--I saw it for the second time Friday night. If you haven't seen it already, FOR PETE'S SAKE DO IT!
6. Hayley
7. Jennifer Smedley
8. Susan Hooper
9. Jesus
10. Max Lucado
11. Holiday Pay
12. My "facebook" friends.
13. My niece Cynthia and Michelle
14. My brothers Jeff and Mike
15. The rest of my family.

Writer's Block: Name that tune

2009-11-30T15:02:44Z

Is there any song you'll never grow tired of hearing? If so, what is it, how long have you loved it, and why?

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I don't know, but right now I can't get enought of "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay.

A poem

2009-11-30T03:05:44Z

Cats

One cat is nice.
Two cats are cools.
Three cats are a bit much.
Four or more cats are a catastrophe.

A poem

2009-11-29T04:52:59Z

The "X"

Let us keep the "X" in Xmas.
"X" is the Cross Jesus carried on His shoulder
As He walked through Jerusalem.
"X" is the Cross upon which He was nailed at Calvary
And on which He died,
Punish for crimes He did not commit,
To suffer the punishment all of us owe.

Holiday memories: the music

2009-11-27T23:44:46Z

The oldies station here in Evansville is starting to play Christmas music--all Christmas music, all the time. While I like some Christmas music, (I downloaded three Christmas songs off the Internet this morning.) there’s much of it that that’s garbage. And I’m afraid of overdosing on it.

I remember one year when the restaurant I’d worked work played Christmas music all of the time, most of it so sickeningly sweet. I grew fed up with it. A few days before the holiday I grew so sick of it that, when I returned home one evening after work, I played my Sex Pistols cassette.
(At least I didn’t play Marilyn Manson.)

But why must the world sort out Christmas music to just a few select songs. Other song that have little to do with the holiday remind me of the season.

I remember listening to Blondie’s “Dreaming” on American Bandstand three days before Christmas 1979. It was a hopeful period in my life. I was doing well in school. I had a penpal I was in love with. The future looked bright.

Sadly, the 1980 Holiday season will be tainted with the shooting death of John Lennon. His single “(Just Like) Starting Over” played on the radio all of the time.

1984--Due to bad decisions I’d made--the biggest one being not studying--my life was a bunghole. Music was my escape from it. I remember a winter night a few days before Christmas. In was listening to Bruuuuuce Springsteen’s “Born in the U.S.A.” in my car on my way to report on a college basketball game for my hometown paper. I was singing along with the song. All my troubles flew out the car’s exhaust pipe. And I received a “Walkman” for Christmas. I remember buying some cassette tapes. One of them was Prince’s soundtrack to “Purple Rain.”

1987--I bought a Christmas present to myself--The Beatles’ Abbey Road-- on Christmas Eve.

A couple of Christmases ago my supervisor at work bought me Van Morrison’s Moondance for the holiday gift exchange.

And, thanks to “A Colbert Christmas,” Steve Colbert’s holiday special, which I watched last week, I will now associate Elvis Costello’s “(What’s So Funny) ‘Bout Peace, Love, and Understanding” with December 25th.
The brain works in mysterious ways.

A Holiday Classic

2009-11-27T04:33:43Z

Since it is that time of the year again. I thought, "What better thing to do than to repeat this holday classic:

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A couple of random thoughts for Thanksgiving

2009-11-26T14:57:17Z

First, I'd like to thank everybody who takes the time and reads this blog. I appreciate you.

--It's been a cool Thanksgiving so far. As I was speedwalking this morning, I passed a man on a bicycle. He told me to stay warm.

I replied, "I will. Why do you think I'm walking so fast."

A Paris Moment

2009-11-25T05:16:52Z

We’ll always have Pairs.”
--Rick to Ilsa, “Casablanca”
I remember the afternoon I went to Lisa’s house and helped her trim its Christmas tree.
This took place a few weeks into our relationship. It was a Tuesday afternoon--the Tuesday after Thanksgiving, I believe. I’d left photography class at the University of Southern Indiana and made the drive across the Ohio River to the house in Henderson, Kentucky. I don’t what she wore; I’m thinking a sweater. She always looked good in them. (Ironically, I talked to her a couple of nights ago, and she told me sweaters made her itch and turtlenecks gave her a rash). We trimmed the tree, then she made something for us to eat. As we ate, she started talking about a squirrel in her background. She called it Scamp.
As she talked, I noticed this joyful gleam in her eye and the cute grin on her lips. And as she talked, her voice started getting into a Southern drawl. I found it so neat.
This may have also been the time she showed me her high school yearbook. She turned it to her senior portrait. Underneath was printed some information about her. I remember her nickname: Sunshine. I’ve been calling her that ever since.
Thanks for that moment, Sunshine

The Gratitude List

2009-11-23T15:07:21Z

Warning: This will probably sound a lot like yesterday's entry.

1. Lisa
2. My family
3. Sly and the Family Stone
4. Norman Greenbaum's "Spirit in the Sky"
5. Max Lucado
6. Cell phones.
7. Phone answering services
8. Turkey
9. Pumpkin Pie
10. Deana Carter's "Once Upon a December"
11. The Internet
12. Text messages
13. Texting to the Internet
14. Arte
15. Marcie Meyers.

Today was a wonderful day....

2009-11-23T04:49:39Z

1. I went to Mass.
2. I speedwalked for 45 minutes.
3. I spent the afternoon at Dad and Betsy's for Thanksgiving.
4. I watched the Colts beat the Ravens.
5. I ate turkey.
6. I got to to see Dad, Betsy, Jeff (brother), Michelle and Lauren (nieces).
7. I ate pumpkin pie.
8. I downloaded the video for Deana Carter's "Once Upon a December" on my hard drive. I saw it at the library yesterday. It made me cry.
9. I talked to Lisa on the phone.
10. I watched a classic episode of "The Honeymooners" on DVD

All in all, a wonderful day, even though the Bengals lost.

Friday on the Bus

2009-11-22T02:44:18Z

Note: I was going to write a “Random Thoughts” entry yesterday. However, it turned into a remembrance piece about Lisa. After I’d posted it and hopped on the bus, I started writing in my pen and paper journal. It turned into more of a “Random Thoughts” entry. I’m copying most of it it--I will probably change some of the grammar, but I will stay as close to the original as I can.

Yeah, I don’t feel like reading 1984, so instead I am writing this journal entry. I am on the bus right now, heading downtown.

With all due respect to George Orwell, 1984 is a depressing novel. It is one of the greatest novels in the history of the English language, but it is depressing as “Romeo and Juliet.” The ending almost made me want to cry. I am too happy to read that. Maybe I will read it when the Bengals are out of the running for the Super Bowl. Heck, I should start reading A Pirate Looks at Fifty by Jimmy Buffett. I was going to the book Christmas Day (Jimmy’s birthday, thought probably not actually Jesus’). But I do not think I can wait that long. The weather is turning cooler. It was near freezing this morning. I could see my breath.

I’m on the Walnut Street bus, heading toward the Good Samaritan Home (one it gets rolling). Yeah, I feel good right now.

I want Lisa to be part of my life right now

Now I’m listening to “Glory Days” by Bruuuuuce Springsteen. I am listening to the oldies station, 105.3, right now. It is a bit depressing. that “The Boss,” an important part of my young adulthood, is now on the oldies station.

Yeah, now I’m starting to write. The pen is moving. Yeah, that’s the problem. While I’m freewriting, I’m not supposed to stop and think. But one of my biggest problems is not stopping and thinking.

Yeah, I feel like writing. I’m not sure. Part of me wants to write something that has a chance of being published. I’m going to put this in my blog tonight. But I am not sure it is commercial. Sometimes it feels as if I am whining.

Ahh, I feel like--yeah.

What would you do if you were not afraid? I would be the best writer I can be. I first thought about being the best writer ever, but I am sure that is quantifiable. And It implies some competition. If I want to be the best writer ever, I’m going to be stepping on people, the way Joe Montana stepped over the Cincinnati Bengals on the San Francisco 49ers’ last drive in Super Bowl XXIII. If somebody wins, somebody has to lose.

Yeah, writing should not be a competition. Writing should be an art. You should compete against only yourself.

Ahh, now I am listening to Michael Jackson’s “Beat It.” My respect for Jackson’s art has increased since his death. Although he had shortcomings as a human beings--yeah, as if anyone is perfect--as a singer and a dancer, he was one of the greatest.

Yeah, I feel like--well, I want to write. I still don’t not know what to write.

I know! I’ll write about what I want to do this weekend. I hope to spend Saturday night “chatting” to Lisa over the Internet. Sunday I’m going to Dad and Betsy’s for Thanksgiving dinner. I checked out the movie “Amelie” at the library Thursday morning. I want to watch it again. And I put the movie “Network” on hold.
I just got a text message over my cellphone. I was hoping it was from Lisa. It wasn’t; it was an E! News Update.

I saw “Network” in 1978. It was a great movie. I the time I thought it was the greatest movie of all time.

I’m almost at work. Time to hang it up.