"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." Groucho Marx
Rumor has it that later today my doc might remove this bleeping splint from my hand. This would make me quite happy because typing like this is a mighty pain-in-the-ass.
Anyway, I’ll throw out a topic:
Disnyeland Versus Disneyworld- Which do you prefer and why?
Real posts will return as soon as I get this splint off.
Fast Times– The series. I forgot about that one.
Fast Times Part II– Just awful.
Sabotage– The Beastie Boys Play Starsky & Hutch
Christopher Walken Dancing– Needs More Cowbell
More Cowbell
I am looking forward to finding out more about the island and the survivors.
The MacBook Air looks pretty cool, but unless they have made some major progress in software I am not real interested.
Jameel has a post you should read about Sharansky’s daughter. For some of you the name Sharansky doesn’t mean much, but for quite a few it is a symbol.
As Jameel said if you were involved in the fight for Soviet Jewry, Sharansky is a name you know.
If it sounds too good to be true it probably is. Thus spaketh the great and powerful Oz, also known as my father. The man was and is ever vigilant about the welfare of his children. One of these days I’ll share some of the stories, like the time a couple of Camp Pendleton Marines found themselves on the wrong side of his glare.
Or maybe I’ll regale you with tales of his father, my grandfather obm. Grandpa is really the one who made my father into who he is. Grandpa spent time in the carnival business and learned all sorts of tricks, not to mention his prowess with a cue stick. I was very familiar with the story of Kowalski banging on the door because he wanted another shot to win his money back.
Anyway, these are all sort of tangents to my initial thought so here it is. It is really fricking irritating to try and do everything with one hand. Tonight I built a simple shoe rack. Normally something like that wouldn’t take more than a couple of moments, but not today. The #&&$%&#%^& splint kept getting caught on the rack.
Finally I got it together and found out that the shoe rack does not hold nine pairs of shoes, at least not nine pairs of a size 12, which is what I wear. And thus my attempt to clean and organize was partially thwarted.