Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Not sure if you knew this, but...
As was recently posted earlier this week. It is official, Barack Obama wins Mississippi. Well that and I am getting married. Oh boy can you believe it? Me in a nice black suit and Holly looking as stunning as ever. Amazing! And to top it all off, all of our best friends and family members will be there. How great. I can't wait to see you all in Santa Ynez.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Old Man Thompson
Wow! It has been too long since I have done this. To my fans, I apologize for this unnecessarily long sabbatical, to my enemies, I wish you weren't so mis-mannered and unpleasant, and to those acquaintances I have who carry a definite ambivalence to my well-being, it would not matter what I say to you.
Having just finished perusing my previous blogs I came upon a promise I made a while back. I promise I intend to fulfill here and now with this present blog. And so without any further ado, I introduce you to Old Man Thompson.
I must say that despite his poor choice of movies in the last years of his acting career, the characters Walter Matthau created intrigue me, especially the old man characters. There is something about being old and getting away with whatever you want to do. Acting belligerent when you want, pestering little children whenever they walk on your lawn, and getting to carry a cane and swatting people in the back of the leg when they aren't looking sounds great. I can't wait to do this sort of stuff. It all seems like so much fun. So much so that it makes me want to work as hard I can, make a bunch of money, buy a house somewhere in the suburbs (one with a porch, because where else are you gonna make verbal jabs at the neighbor and throw small rocks at children for even thinking about getting too close to your wife's rose bushes) and live the rest of my life as an old man. This is the sort of thing that dreams are made out of. So if you ever come across any orthopedic shoes, a cane with a good rubber nub on the end, and a pair of those black, oversized sunglasses (the kind that go over your regular eyeglasses) let me know because while I may not have several hundred thousand dollars laying around with which to purchase a home with a porch I can at this time begin to put together the effects I will need to fully assume what I hope will as soon as possible become a very grumpy Old Man Thompson.
Having just finished perusing my previous blogs I came upon a promise I made a while back. I promise I intend to fulfill here and now with this present blog. And so without any further ado, I introduce you to Old Man Thompson.
I must say that despite his poor choice of movies in the last years of his acting career, the characters Walter Matthau created intrigue me, especially the old man characters. There is something about being old and getting away with whatever you want to do. Acting belligerent when you want, pestering little children whenever they walk on your lawn, and getting to carry a cane and swatting people in the back of the leg when they aren't looking sounds great. I can't wait to do this sort of stuff. It all seems like so much fun. So much so that it makes me want to work as hard I can, make a bunch of money, buy a house somewhere in the suburbs (one with a porch, because where else are you gonna make verbal jabs at the neighbor and throw small rocks at children for even thinking about getting too close to your wife's rose bushes) and live the rest of my life as an old man. This is the sort of thing that dreams are made out of. So if you ever come across any orthopedic shoes, a cane with a good rubber nub on the end, and a pair of those black, oversized sunglasses (the kind that go over your regular eyeglasses) let me know because while I may not have several hundred thousand dollars laying around with which to purchase a home with a porch I can at this time begin to put together the effects I will need to fully assume what I hope will as soon as possible become a very grumpy Old Man Thompson.
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