messybear
location: Lunging gusts from deep in the heart of N/A disillusionment....
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registered: 2005.11.13
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If or when Boston Legal becomes available as an ION Collection, it’d be worthwhile getting the DVD-set. I dig the cast and the stories. Good drama continues to be far and in-between on the rube tube.
It’s still tough to be optimistic about anything in the 21st Century; …after seeing (not seeing) what the previous decade’s movers and shakers got away with.
Reggie, right-on with the Chaucer reply to de-solder any corroded wires might yet be down in the shaft of my recently diminished (or sharpened) cognizant awareness. Just what the doctor ordered upon recognizing her/his own mortality on a late night binge of whiskey and the weight of the day. (And we call ourselves men, all of us, … in these stoic times of yield and compromise. aaarghhh… .........laugh to keep from…)Your logic was rock-solid, IMO. Good luck, though, thinking it hit it’s mark with Fitzpatrick O’Limbaughnigan, no matter how succinctly [grimace] presented; a sigh is the only honest reply, in my eyes, for the fervor of the total-soul-experience of this our wearied birthplace. Birthplace of the poetic sages of the centuries, hampered by the tumultuous &/or the (crackerly-)stanch (the mad-hatted earth-battering beings without wit or the strength of two busied hands & two high-mileaged feet and one tattered mind from which consideration and logic emanates) and placed somehow on perpetual back burners for (what?) eternity (grimace/sigh).
Poor Mr. M. Capuano and his “truth.” He spoke, what, indict me, how we indict YOU, words. Here’s hoping he gets (metaphorically) James Traficant as his cell mate. No, in all magnitude, for this sort of rationale to be out on the table should be all it’d take, but it’s not going to be near enough, is it? The ghost of Tom Joad aughta churn, aughta rise up (with Mr. Smith as co council) through perfect hardwood Senatorial floorboards & filibuster with a savvy only a specter of distinction could muster on such an occasion.
Or I guess we all just get a lifetime supply of lube & something distracting on the tube or in the room, & break our necks to get on with something, or go to sleep &…dream about an excellent time that may never have existed when the real deals go the whole nine yards to wager a stake in the symbolic good package over the figurative big gun while sipping cool and clear Perfect Planet Earth Enduring drinking water in an extra terrestrially protected acreage of woods and wildlife and watersheds of plenty.
………if I had a hammer
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intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
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messybear
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If or when Boston Legal becomes available as an ION Collection, it’d be worthwhile getting the DVD-set. I dig the cast and the stories. Good drama continues to be far and in-between on the rube tube.
It’s still tough to be optimistic about anything in the 21st Century; …after seeing (not seeing) what the previous decade’s movers and shakers got away with.
Reggie, right-on with the Chaucer reply to de-solder any corroded wires might yet be down in the shaft of my recently diminished (or sharpened) cognizant awareness. Just what the doctor ordered upon recognizing her/his own mortality on a late night binge of whiskey and the weight of the day. (And we call ourselves men, all of us, … in these stoic times of yield and compromise. aaarghhh… .........laugh to keep from…)Your logic was rock-solid, IMO. Good luck, though, thinking it hit it’s mark with Fitzpatrick O’Limbaughnigan, no matter how succinctly [grimace] presented; a sigh is the only honest reply, in my eyes, for the fervor of the total-soul-experience of this our wearied birthplace. Birthplace of the poetic sages of the centuries, hampered by the tumultuous &/or the (crackerly-)stanch (the mad-hatted earth-battering beings without wit or the strength of two busied hands & two high-mileaged feet and one tattered mind from which consideration and logic emanates) and placed somehow on perpetual back burners for (what?) eternity (grimace/sigh).
Poor Mr. M. Capuano and his “truth.” He spoke, what, indict me, how we indict YOU, words. Here’s hoping he gets (metaphorically) James Traficant as his cell mate. No, in all magnitude, for this sort of rationale to be out on the table should be all it’d take, but it’s not going to be near enough, is it? The ghost of Tom Joad aughta churn, aughta rise up (with Mr. Smith as co council) through perfect hardwood Senatorial floorboards & filibuster with a savvy only a specter of distinction could muster on such an occasion.
Or I guess we all just get a lifetime supply of lube & something distracting on the tube or in the room, & break our necks to get on with something, or go to sleep &…dream about an excellent time that may never have existed when the real deals go the whole nine yards to wager a stake in the symbolic good package over the figurative big gun while sipping cool and clear Perfect Planet Earth Enduring drinking water in an extra terrestrially protected acreage of woods and wildlife and watersheds of plenty.
………if I had a hammer
–--
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
intellectually masturbatin while the radio was playin
