I am not a celebrity . . .

. . . but I would still like to be gotten out of here

I would love to have a week off to hibernate. No travel, no work, no housework, just rotations of laziness: sleeping, eating, more sleeping, perhaps some movie watching, reading, and then sleeping.

A collection of random observations, thoughts, questions, etc., as I am apt to do from time to time, especially when cohesive paragraphs seem a stretch.

The radio just played that cornball song “Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman” and I must say that if a man told me he looked into my eyes and saw our unborn children, regardless of how long or short a period of time we’d been together, I would slap him with a restraining order. To me, that’s not sexy or sweet, it’s creepy and depraved.

I find it amusing that my friend and I recently revisited Falling Down and now ION has been showing that movie 100 times per week. I told her we were on the cutting edge of resurrecting that film for the modern time. Quite frankly, most everyone I know feels like D-FENS in that film: tired, stressed, pissed about the economy and experiencing a low tolerance for bullshit.

This weekend, a teenaged kid who was high as hell kept pestering me and asking me if he could borrow money from me. Finally, I turned around and told him if he didn’t leave me alone, I was going to knock him out. About that time, the lazy, negligent staff finally took notice that an intoxicated miscreant was harassing paying customers and opened up a new line as an escape route. See above observation about Falling Down: people are in NO mood to be harassed by some 19 year old loser wanting to buy a pack of gum and a bottle of Mountain Dew. Piss off, little boy.

If you go see Orphan, you will be disappointed at the “twist” ending.

If you sign on to cook in Hell’s Kitchen, it’s probably not a very good idea to invite Angry Chef to a fistfight in the parking lot. Odds are good that he can and will kick your ass.

You know you are exhausted if you start falling asleep during the process of feeding yourself. Not a good sign.

I decided to re-read “The Mysterious Stranger” by Mark Twain and if you decide to, prepare to be fairly depressed. I have only read it before to see if there was any relevant character study of the Devil for academic purposes. This time I read it for pleasure and it’s so despondent and glum that I was like, “Well. Won’t be visiting that one ever again unless I want a reason to slit my wrists.”

90% of Tulsa is still torn up with construction and this is causing tons of accidents and risky behavior. Will it ever end?

And finally, a moment of Zen Sara style:
http://tv.msn.com/cowell-vs-ramsay-insults/story/features/?GT1=28103