TGiF!

Goddammit Spokane! I told you to KNOCK OFF THE COW thing! Idolatrous jerkweeds. I wasn't kidding!

The Golden Child (not cow) with Eddie Murphy is on cable this morning. This has to be one of the worst movies ever made. The special effects are laughable, just laughable. Moronic.  There are very few Eddie Murphy movies I enjoy, he's just too smirky, too self aware of his star status, too fake.  All pretend hip danger. Screw that.

I'm staying put this weekend.  I might go to the beach and fly a parasailed powerkite I bought a couple of weeks ago in Seaside. Might do some writing. Reading. I've actually got some work work stuff I need to attend to. It will be a boring weekend I fear unless I plan to step outside of my comfort zone and plan something deliberately or spontaneously fun. Something new and different. Something life expanding and affirming. Nah. Screw that.

I've not been eating well lately. My last hotel room had a full kitchenette and I did a little better. This one only has a little fridge/microwave so I'm eating out all the time.  I'd fast this weekend and clean out my system except it would kill me.  Seriously, my cells would all scream so desperately for refined sugars and complex carbohydrates, I'd probably start hallucinating and eating pillows imagining they are giant weird scones like scones I've never seen but my mind is turning inside out because of the hunger and next thing I know I've got paramedics with KRISPY KREME breath trying to clear my airway of feathers or clumps of polyester stuffing. Screw that.

Ok, so as to not let this entry on a lovely and hopefully promising Friday descend into a complete molten pit of bubbling despair, let me try to find one positive thing to type. Oh yeah. A meteorite streaked across the Eastern Washington sky the other day, next day the lunar eclipse, the day after that a big ass earthquake hit Boise. I'm glad I'm in Western Washington as all of you in Spokane are all going to die some horrible Old Testament death this weekend. Screw that.

Comments

[glynis]

bob. you need fruit. eat an apple. better yet, a kumquat. take a ferry out of seattle and blub along over to winslow. there you'll find a charming little grocery store full of organic yumminess. buy a little kumquat. roll in on your fingers to make it all aromatic and then pop it in your mouth. take a minute to stop in the coffee shop and listen to some nice acoustic guitar played by an unassuming granola eater. if you still manage to feel pissy on the way home, you can jump. swim with the fishes, as it were. the water in the sound will kill you before the fishes do. screw that.

[joanna]

Miss your kids?

[kdee1000]

I know all your reader's enjoy all the things that come out of your head but, why must you use God as an instrument in your misery??? Maybe if you would pay more attention to what the Word says, you wouldn't be so miserable all the time. I understand missing your kids. When you're that far away from home it's the right of a great parent to miss your kids. I think you should take glyniss's advice and do something different to get you out of your doledrums. While you're at it, read the word of God and pray a little. It is ever so uplifting.............................

[Pixie]

But... but... but Bob, I thought you WERE God.

[iggs-Ray]

Bob, I noticed that one of the ads on Google I was supposed to click on to so build your new fortune was an ad for one of Dan Brown's novels. Or should I say his Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books replete with God themes. I clicked on it two thousand and eight times so that you will get rich off of Mrs. Jesus and the Gregorian calendar. You now owe me a beer.