My free art

Since a few people have told me I write good oringinal poetry that could be my free art project.

Share with me your requests, ideas, wishes and thoughts and we shall see what develops.

In which Brokeback Mountain is Midnight Cowboy

I have been meaning to post on why Crash deserved best picture this year but after reading my friend Swankette's post on the subject I feel she captured my feelings and views perfectly and any attempt by me would be redundant.

However, I would like to express my thoughts on Brokeback Mountain that I was going to post in my oringinal blog on the subject.

To the people who are upset that Brokeback did not win,I would suggest to you that it has- when it was titled Midnight Cowboy. Rent it again or for the first time and pay special attention to the scene in the stairwell after the party when Dustin Hoffman falls down the stairs and is in Jon Voight's arms. Nothing physical or overtly sexual but in that scene particularly and throughout the movie it is obvious (to me anyway) how in love they are with each other. Also throughout the film ,Hoffman's charecter is homophobic and psychology says homophobic people are latent homosexuals.

I shot a man in Elko- just to watch him die

OK all you armchair dream analyzers,,,,,,,,,

I had a dream last week in which Johnny Cash was still alive and he and I drove to Elko,NV in a pickup truck and went to the cowboy poetry festival. He even paid my $5 admission. What a guy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The thing is, I am not, never have been and probably never will be much of a country music or Johnny Cash fan. I did think I should check the guy out when he made the cover of Rolling Stone when he passed on because I thought if he made the cover of that he might not be all bad.However,I never quite made the leap and have not yet been to Walk The Line even though my fantasy girlfriend IS Reese Witherspoon.

And as much as I think country music sucks, I think I would be bored out of my mind at a cowboy poetry reading . That part might be explained however because I did read an article about it in the local paper. Let the psychoanalysis begin.

Super Bowl prediction

Pittsburgh by at least 10 points-probably more.

If I were a betting man,that is what my pragmatist side says. Now in a ideal world, I would love to see Seattle win. The reasons are that Seattle is relatively close to Idaho so it is like rooting for the neighborhood team. Also, I have been to Seattle. I am sure Pittsburgh is a nice town and lovely people and God willing I will vist sometime, but I have been to Seattle and know the city is lovely and the people I met were nice, friendly and helpful. I will be cheering Seattle on and will be pleasantly surprised if they win, but I know Pittsburgh is a tough team. However, they have won before. Come on, share the glory!!!!!!!!!!

Joke of the day

A grasshopper walks into a bar. The bartender says "Well, Hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We have a drink named after you."

The grasshopper says "You have a drink named Horace?"

Another example of my weirdness

The other day, during my get ready for work routine,I noticed I was running low on underarm deodorant and thus resolved to stop by the store after I clocked out for the day.I took the nearly empty container with me to remind me to stop at the store rather than write out a grocery list because I thought I could too easily inadvertently throw out the list.

While at work, a co-worker wanted to borrow a quarter for her lunch from someone. I emptied out the contents of my pocket to find a quarter and so my supervisor noticed the deodorant container. Laughing, she asked me what that was all about. I explained that I might overlook a slip of paper, but something as large and cumbersome as a canister would definitely help me remember. She said that was a good idea but I am still going to wager that the average joe does not do that sort of thing and sticks to paper lists, but so the hell what? It works for me.

The R word

The other day at work, I heard a co-worker say "My hair is sticking up. I look like a retard."

Whenever I hear that word, I am transported back in time 20 years and more to the elementary school playground , and junior high where the other kids said it to demean me. I understand that my co-workers , when they say it, don't mean to hurt me and make me feel bad,but when they say it I have a negative, personal reaction.

Now, I understand and agree that they can't make me feel bad- only I can do that. In fact, there are times when I have trained myself to ignore the r word. Case in point: I am a South Park fan owning the first three seasons on DVD.When I have heard the word on there, after the initial flash of negativity I remind myself that obviously it is not personal and Trey Parker and Matt Stone go after everybody as equal-opportunity gadflys.

I think it depends on the relationship if I say something at work or wherever I am. If I do not know the person well I don't say anything. If it is a friend, I ask "When you say you are being retarded, what do you mean when you say that?"


"I am being stupid or foolish."

"Why don't you just say that?"



Maybe I am over-reacting which admittedly is a real possibility. I do know I have not bought the Black eyed Peas CD . I love the song when it is called "Let's get it Started." However, I have not bought it because "Let's get r_ is also on it.

What a difference a word makes

I was over at the parents watching the Golden Globes since poor me doesn't have cable. When Steve Carell won for The Office my mom asked "is he the forty-year virgin?"