When the umpteenth variation of “Dead of the Living Night” comes on television, it’s tempting to deride the caliber of entertainment available today. And I do, but as human beings we’ve always had something of a spotty track record when it comes to spectacle. Imagine a huge tent filled with people waiting for somebody to be shot out of a cannon. Not long ago, that was entertainment. Before that, it was bear-baiting and feeding people to wild animals. Maybe we’ve come further than we think.
Big Shot
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402 responses to “Big Shot”
Jackie: No line that I can see 😛
Jery: sorry, I drink till I get sleepy, and who knows when that would be?
Jackie, I’m truly surprised (nay, astounded) that you haven’t yet figured out what men want, gift-wise. 🙂
Lily, not poking my proboscis where it doesn’t belong, but I am curious about something. Since it can vary from person to person, what is your definition of “drunk”, as in last night’s post?
Drunk for me is buzzed and too sleepy to concentrate on my book or my conversation. Last night, that was six margaritas, I saw this morning from my faithful pennies
I haven’t been able to toddle over here in a while but Debbe, thanks, Let It Rain is easily my favorite Clapton tune.
That’s pretty much what I thought, Lily, but I just wanted to make sure it was not falling-down, throwing-up, blacking-out drunk. Or leading to walking-around-and-driving-your-car-Ambien-type sleep.
Ahoy, me buckos and beauties! It be just 39 days ’til International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Arrr!
I haven’t vomited in years, nor even had a headache. Heh, The Boss Of My Life doesn’t even allow me on my laptop after a few. Do you think she would let me drive?
Dear Jackie Monies, better not wait for him to remember your anniversary; just remind him, in a nice way, and ask him what he wants, or if he wants anything! He may not want to bother getting a gift (lots of times I’d rather not, myself.)
A snuggling session could be the very best thing !!
Jackie, I meant “receiving” a gift — what I said was ambiguous.
Congratulations on so many years together!
Charlotte, the old prescience must have kicked in again for me. I came here just now to inquire about you, as I didn’t recall seeing a comment from you in while, and there were not one but two comments from you. So may I assume you are doing well?
Ghost, you mean the two 35 year old trophy wives or maybe a set of three 24 year olds? Not sure what he’d do with either?
The age keeps getting older as I age, dividing my age by two now results in 35 vs. 20 year olds when he started that nonsense when I was forty.
I think Charlotte’s snuggling idea might be good. I can bring his cat to front part of house for a visit with me.
Lily, just think about it, all us worrying about you! You have an entire pack here concerned. Better than snoopy neighbors, we just worry.
Think I’d like your “family” too. They seem to care about you and want your best interests. Plus, they seem to have good taste and intelligence to offer, something I always admire in others.
Back to my begging for donations for my boating festival for prizes and raffles. This year we benefit the American Cancer Society with our EC (End Cancer) Duck Races and other events.
Since my sponsors are all personal friends too, I end up writing a letter to them all individually.
Love, Jackie
Lily, As you can see I wasn’t trying to fuss, but we were becoming a mite concerned. It’s obvious where I was headed, drink five tonight, four tomorrow, etc. You have the drink. Don’t let the drink have you.
Jackie, they are the very best people I have ever known. Smart, educated and cultured. Best of all, they like me! 😀
Jerry, in the immortal words of Winston Churchill, “I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.”
Jackie, perhaps you should approach a certain insurance company whose mascot is a duck. They could even tape a commercial with the duck visiting your event. You never know, crazier things have happened!
Lilyblack, your comments on the quantity and drink of choice remind me of that t-shirt that goes 1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, floor. Of course for you, the last word would be bed, but that would spoil the rhyme.
And your reasons for drinking made me think of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zw2tjnWdmc
I hope you never have to deal with real “beasties” ever again!
Mark: Me, too
Lily, my concern (probably shared by others here) was centered on the fact that there is a vast difference in alcohol use as a coping mechanism and as a means of slow suicide. Personally, I’m now convinced that you are bright enough to know that difference and act appropriately, and that even if in the unlikely event you didn’t, your new family would look out for you. Cheers.
Keep getting your liver function checked, though. 🙂
Love, Ghost
Ghost: as I have posted repeatedly, who wants to get old? 😛
I prefer it to the alternative, although I admit to some curiosity about it. Like everything else though, I’ll put it off for now.
Lily, last year I lost my favorite crazy Cajun cousin who was at the time earning over $300,000 per year teaching people how to be a directional driller. I admired him because he had dropped out of school in 7th grade and taught himself the math and science it took to do what he did. He died in a rollover, thrown from his pickup truck. No seat belt.
His fiancée who I also liked died this year, a suicide by alcohol. Literally, she drank medicinal alcohol to die. Her dad is my cousin also, you know how the South is! But the tequila and vodka she favored wasn’t enough to keep her ghosts at bay. She left four children.
No jokes about Southern hillbillies marrying cousins (they weren’t related actually) Tragedy often gives birth to more tragedy and pills and drinking don’t stop it. So those who are worried about you often have seen it before. Things change and there is one thing I learned as a florist, the ones left behind are the ones who hurt. Not the ones who are gone.
Hey, begging for the Aflac Duck would be easier to write than this.
Love, Jackie Monies
Lily:
I am a parent, an old parent. Just back from a family reunion, all three kids, two spice, and one grandchild [of three] there [the other two grandkids with prior commitments]. I think I can safely say that, if a parent or two are still living, they want you to still be on this side before they cross to the other. Maybe an aunt or uncle do also.
Pardon the paternalism. We cannot help it.
Peace, emb
Yeah, Munchkin, but what if you change your mind, and your liver is already shot? Or are you like me and are counting on medical science being able to grow me some new organs by the time I need them? 🙂
Actor and comedian Robin Williams dead at 63.
Don’t really think anything I can do or want to do can really alter my trajectory of life. I’m having fun, and I don’t wanna change! I have no kids, my mother doesn’t care anything about me, my father has his new family, so why shouldn’t I please myself? I’m gonna live fast, work hard, die young and leave a good-looking corpse.
” There is nothing better for a man, than that he should eat and drink, and that he should make his soul enjoy good in his labour. This also I saw, that it was from the hand of God.” – Ecclesiastes 2:24
News on Robin Williams is reporting “apparent suicide.” The family reported that he had been battling depression. The end of an era! Respectfully, “This is Mork, from Ork, signing off, Nanu, Nanu.”