The Gump
If you were a hockey fan growing up in New York in the late 50s and early 60s, then memories of “The Gump” [Lorne Worsley] in the nets for the Rangers are fond ones. Defensemen like Harry Howell continually let him down and, overall, the team was [understatedly] not a good one. No reflection on the puglike tenacious netminder who yesterday died of a heart attack.
This mortality thang continues to suck.
Oh, My Back…
… Hoits. Nothing serious, I just tweaked it yesterday while turning awkwardly, wearing my backpack. Today though, while moving around at a painful gingerly pace, my mind hurts more than my body.
Knock wood, I’ve lived an active, pain free existence. I walk. play tennis and move around like a twenty year old… most days. Today I feel 80. My goal is to feel 30 when I’m 80. At this rate, when I’m really 80 I’ll feel 110.
Can you understand why my mind hurts? Too much fucking math… and a tweaked back.
I Went To A Wake On Friday
We gathered together for a funeral. Earthtel, Inc. [a call center located in Oakland, Ca. that raised money for “liberal” organizations such as The Sierra Club, and the NAACP] died.
Callers [fund raisers], administrative folks, managers… even the owner was there.
I worked for and with Earthtel, Inc. for the better part of the last few years. It was a place that served me well. Not only did I introduce my ill-fated “Zig for Pope” campaign there, but I also made some terrific friends.
The powers that be were *never* upfront with the employees and took a once thriving business down the tubes at an alarming rate while those of us with the brains and/or skills to make a difference [if utilized properly] could only watch while, week after week, chairs were re-arranged on the deck of the “Titanic”.
That said, Earthtel’s demise saddens me.
Edited to add: Here’s a link to a follow- up blog that I wrote.
Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, and Nancela
Nancy #1 is my buddy, Nancy Wilson [not the singer, the humanist]. Sadly, her sister recently passed away. My condolences. I’m so so sorry for her loss.
Nancy #2 [pun intended] is an over-reacting meshugene [Yiddish word meaning whacko]. Her slanderous remarks directed at me were responsible for my 2 1/2 week paid vacation. Thanks, I needed that.
Nancy Pelosi, Madam Speaker, put the Pig Bush on notice that the war in Iraq WILL end. This is not only the will of Congress, but that of We The People. Hopefully, some day, said pig will be held accountable for this horrific situation. You go, girl.
Nancy Nadel, an Oakland, Ca. Councilperson, is on the Board of Advisors of the non-profit organization, “People Care 4 Day Care“. Her advice and inspiration are vital to the cause.
Last, but not least is Nancela. She along with the non-Nancy, Phillip, light up my life.
Gerry, we knew you all too well
Not only did you pardon Nixon [see earlier blog], but your staff included the likes of Rumsfeld and Chaney. My buddy, Bill Kuhn [“Tinkerman”, but we’ll save that story for another day], brought up an interesting point. Why does no one mention the Warren Commission? I can just picture family visits. “Grandpa, tell us the story of the magical bullet. How did it get on the gurney in Parkland Memorial Hospital in Dallas, in pristine condition? Tell us ’bout the Grassy Knoll. So many witnesses turned up dead, Grandpa. What’s with that? How did JFK’s head go backward, if he was shot from behind? Grandpa, we don’t buy it, dude.”
That little old libertarian, me.
A few months ago I read that the government forced KFC to remove the trans fats from their tasty meals. Since I’m a fan of the “Coinel” and because of my desire to prevent death, I was delighted. After all, advertisements promised that the taste was the same. Now, rather than limit my “finger licking good” experience [the chicken version] to only twice a year, I’d be able to indulge my digits more often. Today I laid down my fin and tried the new version. It sucks. The roll tastes the same. The mashed potatoes still remind me of the beloved Dee Dee Sharpe. The chicken, although edible [barely], simply does not taste the same.
I suggest the government sticks to what they do best. Invade countries for their oil, try to convert them to Christianity and get mixed up in their Civil Wars [yet again]. Use the premise that they have WMDs.
Don’t try to “save” a bunch of oxygen wasting porkers from themselves. After all, said fatties will only go home, fry up some cheese and eat their eighteenth pork chop of the day while washing it down with a six pack or three. If one wants to clog an artery, Uncle Sam ain’t gonna stop ’em.
The Presidential Planting
Honor the man. Fine. Have a ‘Ceremony’, hoist a few. Okay…just don’t insult my intelligence by saying that a deal wasn’t made to pardon the scumbag. Thanks.
Comfortably Zoned with Ralph Zig Tyko 