Here comes Trouble...

Ok, I am gonna get in trouble for this, but too damn bad. I am so...Completely sick, of hearing about this autistic kid who made a few baskets in a basketball game, and then got on the news, and then met the commander in chimp, and now for reasons nobody can justify, there is going to be a disneyesque duche-fest of a feel good movie about the boy who thought he could and did after he rocked back and forth while arranging buttons by color then size and number of holes in groups and then lining them in a row. What is the big fucking deal people. He like all other children, isn't special. Sometimes I can play a game of pool and sink every one of the balls and the 8 ball without the other person being able to shoot once, where is my fucking movie. Anyway, I don't know why, but this kids new found fame gets under my skin. It isn't his autism that bothers me, its the actions of others because he has autism. Enough already. You know the best way to handicap a handicap person, treat them like they are special. Or you can do them a service, and treat them like they are any other normal person. So live it up Jason, people think you are a corky and are giving you magic beans to show how special you are. Feel insulted by the attention yet, I sure as hell would. Have a fun 15 minutes, and I will see you on the basketball court with Mary.

Out.

The Real Original Wonder Woman Pilot

If you have time, check out the crappy 60s pilot, thank goodness Lynda Carter came along in the 70s.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnY291TaOUM

Pass the Skinny and Sweet. . .

Well we had a little vacation, just a week. It was a time of magic and joy, and joyness. We actually had our vacation at home. Which was nice, because we got a lot of things done. There was yard work, and painting, and repairs, and cleaning, and pool and cooking and movies a-plenty. I still have to plant the elephant ears but besides that we got a lot done, though I would have loved another week. Now back to work. I wish I had more money. Have a good Monday.

Kisses...