Short Game 35
According to CNNMoney.com, in the rathole economy of the fourth quarter, cosmetic sales are up. And so are fast foods/comfort foods (you want fries with that Mac n Cheese?). Apparently women have decided lipstick is the cure for all our woes, but we’re going to get damn fat while wearing it. Who says we’re hard to understand?
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Contest! Win! Win! Those of you who have hung around the Back Nine for a while know there is almost never a reference to golf. I don’t give a shit about golf. To me, being on the back nine refers to being closer to the end of life than the beginning … I’m the oldest year of the baby boomers. Short Game entries refer to these posts that are little bits about nothing much. I am now bored with Short Game as a title. I have considered Short Putts but said aloud, it is quite rude. And I am nothing if not polite (hehe). Anyway, have any suggestions?
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On second thought: In my last post I asked a perfectly innocent question about what goes on at Day Care so I can have a realistic character in my book. I get this from Josh:
… In fact, I think your story would probably be more interesting if you just had a character that didn’t know shit about kids, but was stuck working in a daycare. It could even be like an odd couple, or bunch rather. Maybe a burly biker dude would be the daycare butler (I’m assuming this daycare is being held in a huge mansion, in space) and he would be scary but turns out he wouldn’t hurt a fly, except for occasionally when he forgets to be nice and stabs a person or two. And you could have a Rasta cook that always makes crappy food cause they have the munchies and think everything tastes good. Actually, make that a Mexican Rasta, that would be funnier. And when he wasn’t cooking bad Mexican Jamaican food, he could try to teach all the kids broken English with two accents. Throw in an uptight British lady who runs the joint, but has a secret drinking problem, and an aspiring actress/dancer/singer retard. You know the type, the damaged goods that always move to LA or New York, and maybe she was abused as a child, but now she developed the power to move things with her mind, and uses that to protect all the children from the vicious space wolves and their Cthulhu masters who want to slaughter everyone in the space mansion daycare center and harvest their souls for the coming apocalypse. So basically I don’t know anything about daycare, sorry.
And maybe I don’t want readership help naming the Short Game feature after all.
Speaking of readers and writers, Musings from the Left Coast is blogging again. You can see the link to her there to the left. Welcome back, Lab Lady.
Christmas recap: Charlie was to only one of these goddamn dogs that would wear the jingle bells and, as you can see, he was none to gracious about it. And we’ve spent how much on non-China-poisoned kibble this year? You mutts better watch your step in 2009.
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In fact, we should all watch our step in 2009 … here’s hoping it’s a wonderful year. Now please pass the macaroni and cheese.
