Poor Nick and Phyllis, started a business (a fashion magazine) with partners, Jack and Sharon. The thought makes me shudder. I started a business (indoor archery lanes) when I was nineteen, with two partners, both in their thirties. It was hell being the kid in the deal. The couples' trip is just daytime TV, but it still brings back the horrors of my experiences. For peace of mind, I suggest sink or swim on your own.
Finally, I got my hot little hands on the new Brigitte Bardot 5-movie boxed set. Last night I watched the first one, "Naughty Girl" (1956). It was hokey and low budget, but the big fight scene at the end had me roaring. Can't wait to watch the rest of them. (Back in those dreary days of the 1950s, Ike and Dick and all that dull energy, I fully credit Brigitte Bardot and [the early] Elvis Presley with awakening my young soul. They'd both be pretty tame these days, but it was a whole different world back then, until they started shaking things up.)
Wow, it just came on the news as I type here on May 15th, the California Supreme Court has ruled in favor of same-sex marriage. I think the former ban will soon look as silly as not allowing interracial marriages, oral sex being totally illegal, and the entire war on sex that's been raging since the first insecure control freak looked up at the night sky, invented God, and then needed the concept of sin to justify his new career. Some folks are still vowing to fight today's ruling and make everybody live just like them by law, because they know how God wants us all to live. Holy folks love to torture other people to death for doing sex wrong, thereby gaining brownie points with the Lord. "Stone them sinners! Hallelujah!"
There's been a big uproar since yesterday when Mr. President made a statement in Israel about talking to the enemy. I made a comment about it last night on a MySpace bulletin, but it's gotten way bigger today than I thought it would. I wrote a piece on the subject over a year ago called "Ed Deline's Pillow" and posted it on my MySpace blog on February 23, 2007. It's also with my Helium.com articles and essays. Being a marijuana fugitive for over thirty years, I had to learn to settle squabbles and challenges without the law getting called. Violence, win or lose, just wasn't an option. I'd sure like to see some of that philosophy used in international politics instead of the little-kids-in-a-sandbox policies we've had up to now. "It all started when he hit me back."
The less you're happy with, the more fun you have.
Drink. Play. Dance.
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