
Another brutal two-day stint in the editorial barrel is slouching toward its finale, and being as today is 4/20, I cracked a beer at 4:20, just ’cause. Hey, it’s not like a guy needs to be stone-cold sober to commit misdemeanor journalism, ’cause nobody bothers to read or write any more. It’s all thumbs on CrackBerries and up arses.
I took the cats out for an airing when the temps topped the mid-60s and did a spot of editing in the sunshine. Those glossy MacBook screens really pop outdoors, and so do those nasty blisters a peckerwood like me gets after about 15 minutes of solar roasting following a winter of discontent, so ours was a short stint under the Big Yellow Ball, much to the cats’ dismay.
The Turk’ in particular loves the outdoors, and when he’s not busy trying to murder something he rolls ecstatically about on the toasty sidewalk, thunking his noggin against the concrete with every flip. Thock, thock, thock. No wonder his mental processes seem a bit scrambled from time to time.
We’re supposed to be enjoying a stretch of sunshine and 70s here, so I hope to emulate the Turk’ and spend more time rolling about in the sunshine, though I hope to keep my cranium off the concrete. I’m getting to the point where if John Goodman should happen to see me (not likely) he might bellow, “Jeez, look at that fat bastard.” I stretch the design limits of my cycling kit much more and it will go from red and black to pink and gray.
Getting back to journalism: I can’t help but notice that the Pulitzer committee overlooked me again this year. When, oh when, will they announce a Sister Mary Stigmata Memorial Award for Filthy Mouth and Bad Attitude?

Summer had inhaled and held its breath too long
Winter looked the same, as it had never been gone (Marty Balin)
Rain, soon snow and then rain. Too much slop to ride. Some how the lab thinks, no knows, that ankle deep water on the baseball field is just the perfect setting for chasing a tennis ball. Over and over and over. She did give the interior of the van a good wash down on the way home.
Saw the Goodman article in the Times. Stage acting is hard work and at 6’2″ and 300lbs it must be an almost heroic struggle.
Patrick some of your Bush bits should have gotten the HST award for political journalism.
Ben, you’re too kind, as always. Here’s hoping some good weather finds you soon.
I was surprised to see from that NYT bit that Goodman seems so insecure in his work. It must be a bitch getting up on that stage and letting everyone have a good, long look. Thank God I get to do my little bit of business from a safe distance.
I’m just happy to get 4/20 over with and not be reading any more ugly headlines. Such as…
“…The President of the United States IS named Schickelgruber…”
K, have yourself a heaping bowlful of Loosner’s Castor Oil Flakes (with real Glycerin Vibrofoam!). It doesn’t just wash your mouth out – it cleans the whole system, right on down the line!
Oooooohhhh… It ain’t no use if you ain’t got the boost, the boost you get from Looseners! Loooooooooooooo-snerrrrrrrz!
The All-Weather Breakfast®!
The problem I see, Patrick, is that those old Firesign Theatre albums were a lot more fun to listen to back in the days when I could kick back with some Upcountry Maui® Ditch Weed while listening to them. Sigh…
Hmmm. 4/20 and Firesign Theater. Am I having a flashback??
As long as you didn’t visualize any birthday cakes.
or crushed dwarfs. Pliers should be safe to visualize.
I see there is a considerable contingent here from the Babes in Khaki fan club.
I have been the proverbial beaver over on my blog. People are killing and injuring cyclists at an alarming rate, you know it’s really bad when the FL papers start noticing it. I have been doing 2 1000+ word posts a day for the last few days and they were all totally filled with US bike wrecks. Usually when I’m doing that many words there are at least a couple of reports from Oz and the UK, but it’s been all Red, White, and Blue in my blog. One good thing about the weather is it has cut back on the number of idiots hitting cyclists in CO, but the weather’s been great almost everywhere else.