Can't sleep
Well, as you can see by the hour, I am spending another sleepless night. Thank god for the internet, however, Midco went down at midnight, and was out until 3am ... So I sat here and watched the History Channel.
You know, I remember as a kid we had two reliable channels, and one not so reliable channel on television and we always managed to find something to watch. Now I have lord knows how many channels, I get everything I can get except for Showtime, and can't seem to find anything at all to watch. It used to be that HBO would always have something, and that was when there was only one HBO. I now get 8 HBO channels, and I think the same number of Cinemax channels, and there is nothing, and I do mean nothing to interest me. For the most part, the movies these cretins are showing were on HBO 15 years ago. It is almost too much, but such is the nature of the world of business I guess ... screw the public at every opportunity. I swear on all that is holy that were it not for Bill Maher on HBO, I would disconnect HBO and Cinemax entirely. As it is, I don't remember the last time I watched anything on Cinemax ... what I keep them on for is beyond me. Sometimes I think I am just too lazy to call and have it disconnected.
You know, looking back ... it sure was a simpler time when I was growing up. I mean we were content with Petticoat Junction, The Flintstones, My Favorite Martian, Mr. Ed, and Car54 Where are You. OH, and I shouldn't forget I Love Lucy, Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, and Huckelberry Hound. Yes, those were the days ... even my dad looked forward to the cartoon shows ... I don't think he ever missed The Flintstones when he wasn't working.
Then, we were in the midst of the cold war ... remember that? When we faced nuclear annihilation at any moment ... the duck and cover days of grade school. I remember following the Cuban Missile Crisis the railroad station agent (I think his name was Doty) built himself a bomb shelter outside his home ... seriously. Here we were, living in the middle of nowhere ... a town of about 500 people, and we had someone who took the threat seriously enough to build a bomb shelter. Now what kind of delusional thinking would lead someone to think that the Russians would waste a strike on Saco Montana? But ... quite a few Saco people were just a tad off. I remember my high-school English teacher (Mrs. Conlin) stating in class one time that if it weren't for the mosquitoes Saco's population would be at least as big as Billings. Now, I wonder, what pray tell would bring industry and scores of people to little old Saco Montana with or without mosquitoes?
This is not to deride the experience of growing up in Saco. What a wonderful childhood I had. Aside from the fact that I was the runt of the class at every age, absolutely bereft of any athletic ability (I still walk like a drunk due to a lifelong lack of coordination), I got by. I learned at an early age to use humor and wit as a sword ... that was my power. Plus, I was born obnoxious ... I got that gene from my dad. So, even though I was never included in a real sense in the athletic activity of my peers, I got by because I was a clown and could make them laugh. Plus, I think I was always willing to be the first to take a risk, and the bravery helped even though I was a runt my chutzpah went a long way towards establishing myself at least in the middle of the pecking order most of the time ... and once in a while, very near the top.
When it came to girls .. now there is a story, a book in fact were I to write it. I was the kid every father and mother in America dreaded. I was wild as all get out, and had fast hands, hot pants, and the guts to make the big move. I was used to getting bopped by the males my age, so what was a little slap from the females I thought? Women ... God, I would go through my whole life again just to experience the joy ... oh you get the picture, no need to verbalize it. But boy howdy, does I likes the grils! Always have, always will ... I intend on being one of those old men dying in a hospital bed still hitting on the nurses, or perhaps, even sneaking a quick squeeze. Again, what is there to loose ... my motivation to be good would be WHAT? I figure God gave me these tools, and He intended for me to use them. Just carrying a hammer around does not make you a good carpenter fellas, ya gots ta pound some nails! I likes poundin nails!
Well more later I'm sure ... can't give everything up in one little journal.
You know, I remember as a kid we had two reliable channels, and one not so reliable channel on television and we always managed to find something to watch. Now I have lord knows how many channels, I get everything I can get except for Showtime, and can't seem to find anything at all to watch. It used to be that HBO would always have something, and that was when there was only one HBO. I now get 8 HBO channels, and I think the same number of Cinemax channels, and there is nothing, and I do mean nothing to interest me. For the most part, the movies these cretins are showing were on HBO 15 years ago. It is almost too much, but such is the nature of the world of business I guess ... screw the public at every opportunity. I swear on all that is holy that were it not for Bill Maher on HBO, I would disconnect HBO and Cinemax entirely. As it is, I don't remember the last time I watched anything on Cinemax ... what I keep them on for is beyond me. Sometimes I think I am just too lazy to call and have it disconnected.
You know, looking back ... it sure was a simpler time when I was growing up. I mean we were content with Petticoat Junction, The Flintstones, My Favorite Martian, Mr. Ed, and Car54 Where are You. OH, and I shouldn't forget I Love Lucy, Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, and Huckelberry Hound. Yes, those were the days ... even my dad looked forward to the cartoon shows ... I don't think he ever missed The Flintstones when he wasn't working.
Then, we were in the midst of the cold war ... remember that? When we faced nuclear annihilation at any moment ... the duck and cover days of grade school. I remember following the Cuban Missile Crisis the railroad station agent (I think his name was Doty) built himself a bomb shelter outside his home ... seriously. Here we were, living in the middle of nowhere ... a town of about 500 people, and we had someone who took the threat seriously enough to build a bomb shelter. Now what kind of delusional thinking would lead someone to think that the Russians would waste a strike on Saco Montana? But ... quite a few Saco people were just a tad off. I remember my high-school English teacher (Mrs. Conlin) stating in class one time that if it weren't for the mosquitoes Saco's population would be at least as big as Billings. Now, I wonder, what pray tell would bring industry and scores of people to little old Saco Montana with or without mosquitoes?
This is not to deride the experience of growing up in Saco. What a wonderful childhood I had. Aside from the fact that I was the runt of the class at every age, absolutely bereft of any athletic ability (I still walk like a drunk due to a lifelong lack of coordination), I got by. I learned at an early age to use humor and wit as a sword ... that was my power. Plus, I was born obnoxious ... I got that gene from my dad. So, even though I was never included in a real sense in the athletic activity of my peers, I got by because I was a clown and could make them laugh. Plus, I think I was always willing to be the first to take a risk, and the bravery helped even though I was a runt my chutzpah went a long way towards establishing myself at least in the middle of the pecking order most of the time ... and once in a while, very near the top.
When it came to girls .. now there is a story, a book in fact were I to write it. I was the kid every father and mother in America dreaded. I was wild as all get out, and had fast hands, hot pants, and the guts to make the big move. I was used to getting bopped by the males my age, so what was a little slap from the females I thought? Women ... God, I would go through my whole life again just to experience the joy ... oh you get the picture, no need to verbalize it. But boy howdy, does I likes the grils! Always have, always will ... I intend on being one of those old men dying in a hospital bed still hitting on the nurses, or perhaps, even sneaking a quick squeeze. Again, what is there to loose ... my motivation to be good would be WHAT? I figure God gave me these tools, and He intended for me to use them. Just carrying a hammer around does not make you a good carpenter fellas, ya gots ta pound some nails! I likes poundin nails!
Well more later I'm sure ... can't give everything up in one little journal.
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