In Episode 32 of 82 Shannon gets shot for the third time (once at the end ep #30, then again in the tailie recap and again tonight in the beginning of this one to lead in.) The off island flashbacks give us the story of Shannon’s accidental killer, ex-LA cop Anna Lucia Cortez.
My latest obsession is Mad Men and I got the full Monty going, I may need to add an acronym (maybe TDTVS2). My computer wallpaper is a cleaned up version of the show’s logo and my current screensaver (mypics, that comes with XP) cycles through pictures in a folder that is chock full of these.
Don Draper: Advertising is based on one thing: Happiness. And you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car? It?s freedom from fear. It?s a billboard on the side of the road that screams with reassurance that whatever you?re doing is okay. You are okay.
I want my (old style, back when they played music videos) MTV! Well now I can have it online, but I have to pick the tunes out by myself. Where the heck is Martha Quinn when you need her?
An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to clear his parched throat.
He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, “Hey old man, have you ever danced?”
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, “No, I never danced, and I’ve never wanted too.”
A crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and said, “Well, you old fool, you’re gonna’ dance now,” and started shooting at the old man’s feet. The old prospector in order not to get a toe blown off or his boots perforated, was soon hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to be tied.
When the last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon. The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double barreled shot-gun, and cocked both hammers back.
The loud, audible double click’s carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds, too, and he turned around very slowly. The quiet was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels. He found it hard to swallow. The barrel of the shotgun never wavered in the old man’s hands.
The old man said, “Son, did you ever kiss a mule’s ass?”
The young bully swallowed hard and said, “No sir, but I’ve always wanted to.”
We have spent the first 30 shows covering what has happened to the survivors of the front section of Flight 815 in their 48 days on the island. Show 31 gives us the Reader’s Digest Condensed Version of all forty-eight days for the tail section survivors and it ain’t pretty.
This photo was taken by Donna as I wound my way up the many switchbacks to the entrance to Black Rock Mountain State Park yesterday.
Not satisfied with driving over 400 miles on Saturday we decided to drive 60 miles (one way) for lunch today. We met Donna’s cousin Laurie in Columbia at California Dreaming where we caught each other up on the doings of the respective branches of the family tree. We rode to there with the top up because we took the interstate, but on the way home it was down because we traveled the two lane back roads on the another perfect autumn afternoon.
We finished watching the last 3 episodes of Mad Men tonight and now have to wait until July of ’09 for new shows…
Saturday was the MMC Leaf Peeping Run of which I was the leader. We met at the Cracker Barrel over in Augusta. The restaurant was packed with people eating breakfast, but only two other couples were members of the Miata Club, seems the rest of them were just there coincidentally. After eating we headed west and north to the upstate of Georgia (with a brief foray into South Carolina) to see the colorful trees. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of us driving the windy back roads enjoying nature’s beauty, but there was just our one car from the Club, seems the rest of them were just there coincidentally.
The weather was absolutely perfect for leaf peeping and the roads were mostly uncrowded. We ended up at Black Rock Mountain State Park near Clayton, GA where the club has visited several times before on these excursions. Instead of opting for the mega-meal at the Dillard House just up the street we drove the 35 miles to Clarkesville (where the rock group the Monkees are from) to eat at Zanzo Italian Cafe where we you get the best Italian food this side of, well, Italy. Two words: Baked Ziti.
Somewhere in northern Georgia, the Emperor zoomed past the eighty-three thousand mile mark.
We got home a touch more than 12 hours after we left it, tired, wind burned and completely satisfied. We would have gone right to bed, but seeing as we were going to get an extra hour of sleep, we opted to watch episodes 8, 9 & 10 of Season 2 of Mad Men.
After two years, seven months and eleven days my glasses broke. For the last few days they have felt loose on my face and I needed to keep pushing them back on my nose. On Tuesday night I finally took them off and looked at them. On the right side, the part between the hinge and the lens (I’m sure there s a technical term for it, but I don’t have a clue what it might be) was bent outwards making the ear piece flare out. Hmmm, seems as if all it might need is a slight bending back. These a nice frames and they are made out of titanium or some exotic metal that bends but doesn’t break, so there should be no problem. Right?
Wrong. As soon as I applied any pressure the frame snapped right where it meets the lens, apparently that part is made out of cheap cast aluminum. Because the glasses are so light I was able to make it through the work day with the glasses on my face on Wednesday with just one earpiece no problem, nobody even noticed (or they did and didn’t ask because they were uninterested in hear my probably long winded explanation) and after work our first stop was the eyeglass place. The girl took my glasses and said, “Let me see what I can do.” Then disappeared into the back. About 5 minutes later she came back out with my glasses complete with two earpieces. They just didn’t match, so now if you look at me from the left side nothing is different, but if you look at me from the right side it looks like I have a different set of glasses. Fortunately because of the thinness of the wire frames, when looking at me head on, the difference is barely noticeable. Come January, when the new year’s medical flex spending kicks in I’ll be getting new glasses.