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Friday, April 07, 2006
JIMMY DONAHUE?
OMG! For everything you ever wanted to know about the Duchess of Windsor (and Jimmy Donahue) but were afraid to ask ... Grumpy Old Bookman: The man who cut off cocks
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Monday, April 03, 2006
BACK FROM "REHAB"
Another photo my father took back in the 1940s. What's interesting about this one is that Oneonta (NY) was always known as a Yankees farm team, not Red Sox. I looked it up and realized that they did have a Red Sox team for a short time.
I dusted off and cranked up blogger, wondering if it had rusted while I have been sick. Much to my surprise, all systems are go!
Yes, it is I, Kitty, still coughing a cough that causes most to cringe expecting a lung to hurl past them at any second. I am better, still recovering but better. I had flu. I spiked a wicked fever and went into violent chills as though I were in shock, which I've experienced before after surgery, so I know what it's like. The doctor prescribed an antibiotic which made me very nauseas, which turned out to be my biggest problem. I couldn't stand or sit for very long before the waves began. So I spent a week prostrate on the couch. The two female cats climbed on top of me and fought over who was going to warm which part of my body while the male cat positioned himself next to the couch so I could pet him. Along with the nausea, nothing tasted good, not even coffee! I'd literally nibble on a piece of bread all day long and still have some left over. Not eating made me weak and dizzy which made the nausea even more acute. Last night I ate my first decent meal and it tasted okay.
However, my week wasn't entirely lost. I couldn't read as that made me "sea sick," but I did watch a helluva lot more tv than I have in years. I watched "The Hunt For Red October" twice, which means I've watched it at least a dozen times now. I still love that movie and can't imagine how it could have been made any better. It proves that females will love a good movie/story whether there are females in it or not.
I watched "The Long Hot Summer," a movie I thought I loved. But after watching it this time I realized how absolutely silly the dialogue is! No one speaks in such drivel -- do they? No one I know, at least.
I watched "Stir Of Echoes" (1999) again, which is a far superior version of the Michelle Pfeiffer/Harrison Ford "What Lies Beneath" (2000). Correction: "What Lies Beneath" is an inferior ripoff of "Stir Of Echoes." I only wish it had played a few more times this week.
I watched South Park's "Smug" episode, which was another classic in which they skewer hybrid car smugness. I watched endless episodes of "Law & Order" -- all varieties. I didn't sleep well, what with hacking, so I watched "X-Files" in the middle of the night to try to lull myself back to sleep. I don't recommend it.
I watched "Nash Bridges" which I've always loved. A friend of DogMan's sells trained German Shepherd dogs to Hollywood types, and he sold one to Don Johnson. T's walls are covered with framed photos of him next to celebrities who have bought his dogs. When Don Johnson bought a dog, T spent about a week with him getting the dog settled in. Sweet :~)
What I didn't watch was any news. Nor did I read any. I spent almost no time online, either. Just enough to keep my e-mail box in order so I wouldn't keep getting nasty "YOU'RE OVER YOUR E-MAIL LIMIT" notices from my server.
Besides eating and sleeping and walking upright, I missed writing. I began blogging in November of '03 thinking it would somehow help my writing. My plan was always to write that book I've been shuffling around in my head for years. Lucianne linked me on the 8th day I had been blogging, which set in motion an almost tsunami-like effect of blogging politics, which I had never really planned on doing. Okay, to be honest, I didn't have a blogging plan when I started. Whatever. The point being, I was swept into an entirely different agenda. And I followed my instincts.
As it turned out, following my instincts was the right course. I learned a lot about writing and the business of writing. I learned what a beginner I really am in this business.
This week, however, while flat on my back, I realized I was never going to write if I didn't do something about it. The problem was blogging. I thought I could cut back on it or change the content, but I was addicted. Well, this week has been like rehab allowing me to wean myself off of blogging. I am in awe of those writers who can write and blog, too. And Miss Snark's abilities simply blow my mind!
If this sounds like the end, it really isn't. I'm not quitting blogging; I'm just taking a much needed sabbatical. As the mood strikes, I'll post something. Don't forget that everything I see and read and hear I do so as a blogger. I have entire files of blog fodder -- articles and pictures and site links -- all stored on my computer. Blogging is in my blood. And I can't imagine I'd sit out any election, not entirely!
This is the point where I thank all my loyal readers, but that just smacks of a maudlin good-bye.
(Pst! Thank you!) And I WILL be posting again!
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