Dear Alice and other observations

[nolawitch58]

Dear Alice,
Happy birthday. You looked really good in the headlights of that SUV in the Bridgestone ad during the Superbowl yesterday. I'm glad neither you nor your snake was harmed in the making of that commercial. You're still my number one and always will be.
Love forever,
Susan

The weather doesn't look as though it will cooperate for parade-going tomorrow. Rain is predicted. Husband already said that if we go, we'll end up at the Metairie parades so that we can get in and out a lot easier than if we were to go downtown. It really didn't help that there were shootings only a few blocks from where we watched Endymion Saturday night. Still, it'll be easier to get the hell home when we get tired of it if we go up to Veterans Boulevard.

Tomorrow is Super Tuesday as well. If it does rain so badly that we can't go to parades, I'm sure we'll be glued to the TV watching the glut of coverage. This long election cycle has become ludicrous, but necessary to relieve everyone's minds of the final year's schlep of the fuckwit Shrub's pResidency and maladministration. I think that if campaigning hadn't begun when it did, there would have been a louder cry for impeachment of those assclowns. I wish that weren't off the table. There are so many things those putrid putzes SHOULD be impeached for. In my wildest dreams, the whole lot of them end up serving serious prison sentences in The Hague for their war crimes.

A torpor has stolen across my inclination to write. I scrawl a paragraph here and there on the proposal, which is the most grueling part of the process, and then can't seem to get back on track with my revisions. I think I'm going to have to go sit in one of those study booths in the library to get the solitude necessary to get this book done and out of my hair. The funny part is that I do a lot of good writing at events. I was slamming out work when we were going to Voodoo and Hornets games in the Arena. I'd come home with five or six handwritten pages. There's no explanation for it. I wonder if I could write season tickets off on my taxes next year.

Good for the Giants to win the Superbowl. The Patriots were getting too smug. New Orleans native Eli Manning made the city proud. The ads weren't all that, although I did like seeing Alice and his snake in one of them, albeit briefly.

Comments

[kitten-goddess.livejournal.com]

I've been a big fan of Alice's since I was seventeen. Ironically, this weird fundy church I went to got me into his music.

Our youth group watched this five-part series called Hell's Bells: The Dangers of Rock-N-Roll. Clips of songs were played while some dip of a narrator intoned about the "evils" in rock music. Yes, they even had the backwards masking.

The stupid thing backfired, of course. I had ears, so I noticed, "Hey, this music is really cool!" I got introduced to Sabbath, Ozzy, Alice, more of Zeppelin, and a bunch of really other good classic rock/metal. (I don't know why they picked on the Cars, though.)

[(Anonymous)]

One wonders why the picked on Alice too, since he is a staunch, though not vocal, Christian. I heard an interview with him on NPR, and while he made no attempt himself to interject religion into the conversation, it was clear when the interviewer asked him about it that he is a pretty firm believer. It seemed to me that he had been from even the earliest days.

[nolawitch.livejournal.com]

He was raised Mormon and really wanted to be active in their church as a child, but his foray into music as a teenager sorta got him tossed out. The man is nothing like his persona. In my extremely biased opinion, he has done a brilliant job of compartmentalizing the dichotomy of personality, at least since he quit drinking. He allows his bad instincts to come to the fore during his shows and the rest of the time he is, as he once said in an interview, Ozzie Nelson--unlike Ozzy Osborne. I'm sure Alice's kids aren't allowed to curse in front of their father the way Ozzy's kids do. Their dramas are likely to be much tamer and more like a '60s sitcom.

[voxwoman.livejournal.com]

I missed almost all of the StuporBowl. I was forced to watch a commercial featuring dancing lizards and some girl/woman/$popstar - I think they were hawking designer flavored water of some kind. And then Tom Petty until I couldn't stand it anymore (that would be two songs). I could tell the Giants had won by all the loud explosions in the neighborhood after the game was over.

I'm currently trying to figure out how I can get the last 45 minutes of the Mira Sorvino "House" episode, since post game ran into the normal time slot, and nobody bothered to check the TiVo programming.

Of course, the Giants are the only thing on the news around here - like nothing else is happening in the world except Jock-Praising Time. They are having a parade for them downtown today, which will make voting for some Manhattanites more difficult, I suppose.

I think you should attempt the tax write off - they may allow it - you never know :)

[nolawitch.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure, but I think my DH recorded House. If he did, I'll have him burn you a DVD. It was a good episode. Hugh Laurie is consistently excellent in that role. I don't think I've seen a bad episode.

[voxwoman.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but I can apparently watch it online 8 days after broadcast from fox.com. I can wait till then.

I'm glad I found that website - because I lost probably 4 minutes from the middle of the simpsons 2 weeks ago, due to a system reboot (and that episode is available right now)