It wasn’t my intent to be knocked on my ass with this flu bug but apparently that’s where I’m at. At least today I feel well enough to tell you I should be back soon.
The Emmy Awards were on this past Monday night. I always thought this awards show was held on a Sunday night, but I haven’t watched it in years, so I could be wrong about this. You’re right—it doesn’t really matter.
Here’s a list of the winners in case you’re interested.
When it comes to television, I consider myself out of it and thought “Breaking Bad” would be the only show I’ve watched this past television season that would win an Emmy. I wasn’t right.
“Saturday Night Live” won a couple Emmys, “The Colbert Report” also won for best variety show and Louis C.K. won for writing “So Did the Fat Lady,” for his show, “Louie.”
Maybe I’m not as out of it as I thought. Again, you’re right. That also doesn’t really matter either.
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Why I purchased it at Kroger I can’t remember. Maybe it’s because I hadn’t had fried chicken in a long time—maybe even years. It was a big frozen dinner too. One pound of food.
Hungry-Man. Even the name sounds like a cheap teevee dinner.
How was it? How do I put this nicely? All of it, every single thing in that tray tasted like shit. OK, let me break it down better than that.
The mashed potatoes had no taste, the corn tasted like warm water and the brownie didn’t taste like a brownie.
Let me get to the chicken. There were four pieces of chicken in that tray and maybe one piece was a chicken wing, but the rest of the parts I couldn’t identify. I don’t eat chicken parts if I don’t know what they are. I ate the wing (almost all bones) and put the other parts in a container to eat later. Of course I won’t eat them at all. I’ll throw them out in a few days.
Hungry-Man. Yeah, right. Even if I had a dog, I bet that dog wouldn’t have eaten that stuff. So, so bad.
Next time I feel like having fried chicken, I’ll go to a restaurant.
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This blog is powered by Wordpres and while I seldom ever have any problems with them, I have had issues over the past couple days—just look at the two Seinfeld coffee mugs. Let’s not get into it now. Let’s just say I hope the issues are resolved by the weekend and we can get back to normal, whatever that means.
I voted for Obama and while I can’t say I’m all that happy with him, he’ better than what the Republicans are throwing out there and these “nut jobs” will probably enable Obama to stay in office four more years.
At least this is what Taylor Marsh is telling us.
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This was back in the early 90’s when I was still married and was trying not to smoke around my kids or my wife. It was a bit of a struggle.
Really, the only time I could actually smoke was when I was walking the dog. It was just me and him, walking down the sidewalks of Westwood with me puffing away—me and man’s best friend.
Sometimes I would walk that dog 50 times a day. Sometimes, he would look at me begging not to go for another walk but I could usually talk him into it.
He died of stomach cancer, not lung cancer, so I don’t think the second hand smoke had anything to do with his death.
Since that time, I’ve owned a few cats, but they don’t seem to understand the walking and smoking stuff. They just don’t get it.
So, I’m no longer married and no longer have a dog. It still feels a little strange to be walking and smoking all by myself, so if any of you want me to walk your dog while I’m smoking, just give me a call.
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Honesty, just need a bit of a vacation. I’m not talking weeks or even days. Just today and maybe tomorrow.
I need to focus in on other issues going on in my life. Stay tuned. I’ll be back soon.
(Do you have any idea how nice it was not to find a photo for this?)