Saturday, June 17, 2006

Mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it, tries to make her proud

A few odds and ends that were lying around The Dude Abides HQ.

This link is to a memo. A memo sent by Matt Stone, the South Park guy, to the MPAA. The MPAA rates movies and the memo is concerning the South Park movie from a few years back. There was some wrangling going on about certain things in the movie.

I can just picture a conference room full of 60 year old guys in suits debating what to do with this movie.

The best part is the p.s.



Bozeman is building a $ 16 million dollar, state-of-the-art library. $ 5.85 million is from donations. The rest comes from a series of grants and bonding (taxes). It is a "green building," and only the second such building to be built in Montana.

When completed, it will be the jewel of downtown Bozeman.

I am proud to live in a community that is willing to invest so much in a library. As a nerdy, little kid, I spent a huge amount of time in the library, reading mystery after mystery.

As a nerdy, large adult, I still spend a lot of time reading.

I remain convinced that all the reading I did made me smart(ish).

I am certain all the reading I did resulted in eye-popping SAT and LSAT scores.

But I digress.

That is going to be one incredible library, expecially for a town this size.



The term "villager" simply doesn't apply to United States citizens.

Oh, we have villages, but we don't have "villagers."

(Don't ask me where this one came from... I found it underneath the ringer. You know, the one with Walter's dirty undies. Whites.)


White people with cornrows = asshats


I like chainsaws.


The resurgence of the "popped collar" is a very unfortunate fashion development.


A recent self portrait, taken by my niece, Lucy.

I felt the earth on Monday
It moved beneath my feet
In the form of a morning paper
Laid out for me to see
Saw his face in a corner picture

I recognized the name
Could not stop staring at the
Face I'd never see again

Today, I'm kind of doing nothing.

I'll run later, but I don't intend to do a damn thing other than that.

Just chilling and recharging the batteries. It is going to be really hectic for the next few weeks. Minneapolis Monday for some business and visiting Demi and Ashton, whom I have now decided to call Gerard, then back to Bozeman a week or so, then Wisconsin for UJ and Carmela's wedding & a Pearl Jam concert, then back to Bozeman for two days, then Will Danger and I venture into the Beartooth Wilderness for a bear-dodging, fly-fishing, bush-whacking, scree-scrambling, mustache-growing contest.


I am tired just writing that.

My friend Blain was driving through last night with his son, Jackson. We watched Star Wars and they ended up staying over.

Blain is a funny m-fer.

And I know funny.

Phil Mickelson is one fat tub.

Just sayin'.

My dog, Puck, just took a huge dump on the floor then proceeded to go ahead and punish himself. If only I could get him to clean it up, too.

(Both our dogs are extremely well-behaved. This was my fault. I hadn't let them out for a loooong time.)

Anyway, when he does something wrong, he walks up to me, squints his eyes like he is flinching and starts to shiver like crazy.

He feels guilty and just proceeds to punish himself.

It's so damn funny that all you can do is laugh.

Seriously, I don't even yell at him, and there's really no point in swatting a 14 year old lab. That's like screaming and hitting a 98 year old man.

Even though we must be very wary, and remember that these are wild, ferocious beasts that could turn on us at any moment.




Be afraid.

Be very afraid.