The Duck! City is foggier than the deets about Rudy the Mook’s bank balance this morning.
Alas for The Mook, a judge has ordered that a hard cold light be directed upon his finances in order that at least two of the people he’s run his Scotch-addled yap at may be compensated for the damages they have endured. Like, immediately, as in now.
The judge may have to send over a team of marshals to beat it out of him, like loan sharks collecting from a deadbeat horse player. Sell the footage to ESPN and the ladies might yet get a little sumpin’-sumpin’ off the top. Beats spending the next few months digging holes in his yard looking for moldy shoeboxes stuffed with fat stax wrapped in plastic.
Winter isn’t just coming, y’know. It’s here.
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My favorite time of year, NOT! I would rather be sipping a beer on a beach with Hurben than be here. In the summer too for that matter when the never ending above the century days come.
Meanwhile, someone should tell rudy that when you can’t see the sky anymore, quit digging. That goes for his lard and master, donny delusional and his band of social media scumbags. I wish a real, certified, bad ass, crime boss would buy dump tower from NY state, and send Vinny “broken thumbs” over to repossess dumpster’s gold plated shitter. Let the punk see what real muscle does instead of sending anonymous email threats. “If you don’t get off that bowl boy, the boss says we have to break something.”
Maybe we can offer the pair of them plus “Fat Leonard” deluxe accommodations at an ultra-swanky hotel, something in the Federal chain.
Meanwhile, I see The Mook has just filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection. Hey, it’s always worked for The Boss. …
Bankruptcy protection to protect a swindler. Our legal system is a joke without a punchline.
Hey, you’re shade of gray has a tad more azure and magenta in it than ours’ does. We haven’t seen the orb of radiation around here for a couple of weeks. It does still exist doesn’t it?
The Winter Solstice is a fine time. It’s the day that we know we will very slowly at first, see an increase in the length of the days. But especially if you are in the great Far North, the next couple of months are brutal. But we don’t have that around here in the hinterland of northern Oregon. With the exception of the eternal grayness, it’s like living on the coast along Highway 1 in California.
Poor, poor Rudy. His income tax bill is going to be a lot less than the election officials that are suddenly residing in the “big” tax bracket. I’m sure the representing attorneys are pleased as a Trump on hamburger night at the pen.
More light …
Goethe’s final words: “More light.” Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that’s been our unifying cry: “More light.”
Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators.
Big floods for the night games at Soldier’s Field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we’re supposed to be asleep.
Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet.” “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” “Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom — Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on!” “Arise, shine, for thy light has come.”
Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
A classic. So many great characters in that series, and such excellent writing, from the sublime to the ridiculous and all points in between.
I recently watched Northern Exposure and was surprised to see that the first season wasn’t that great. It took the show some time to work into itself and create the characters. I was surprised at the attitude and violent nature of Maurice (Barry Corbin) initially. This was moderated as the show went on. Chris (John Corbett) really balanced the show – It wouldn’t have been as good without him. Ed (Darren Burrows) was great as was the relationship between Holling and Shelley. Fleishman and Maggie? Ho hum. I’m not a Rob Morrow fan and the character of Maggie didn’t fit the ideal of an independent female pilot that I have known in Alaska. The show was better when their scenes were limited. But I am prejudiced. I live in the region that the show was theoretically portraying in a graphical sense, and the stories and characters of that true place are much better then the show. The doctors are tougher, the women more independent, and the lonely old men are more resilient and less apt to enforce their will on others unless you are on their property. But it was a good show.
I went out for a Winter Solstice ride last night. The scenery is prettier up here at night – The Christmas (aka holiday) lights are out and the clouds are unseen. I ride along route where I am able to keep the bike lights off. The eyes adjust to the darkness and it’s a lot more peaceful. An interesting conundrum to the words of Goethe.
I hope that those of you who get lost here in this dark alley, also had pleasurable Winter Solstice’s. It’s all more daylight from here.
Don’t forget characters like Marilyn Whirlwind (Elaine Miles) and Ruth-Ann Phillips (Peg Miller). The irascible chef Adam and Eve (Adam Arkin and Valerie Mahaffey). Leonard Quinhagak (Graham Greene), who showed Fleischman the Native art of medicine. Maurice’s love interest, Officer Barbara Semanski (Diana Delano). Almost everybody else in the show was more interesting than its two alleged stars.
8:27 pm, I do believe, is the precise time.
The hustle and bustle of the holidays is the perfect time to add an 8 week old into the family dynamic, yeah?
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Darkness. Makes me feel good.
A pint of Black Butte Porter, a good guitar in hand, some John Prine songs, and my friends around me make me feel good. Kinda like riding the Paseo Del Bosque with Patrick, Khal, and Herb.
Yea, it’s me. I just typed my email address in wrong.
That’s good it’s you. I was wondering who the guy was with the Black Butte Porter, git fiddle and some John Prine inspiration, impersonating you earlier.
Here’s to a Merry Christmas Eve, Eve Saturday to you all, and that all of us get a chance to embark on some athletic adventure for a little while today.
Cheers !
Kind of you to say POB. I’m more likely to be on someone’s “avoid at all cost” list. Good porters are getting harder to come by since brewers feel compelled to over reach with goofy ingredients. Sampled one with tomatoes last week and almost gave it back by hurling on the barkeep. Did not ask for more that’s for sure. And almost every “bourbon barrel “ concoction tastes to me as if they filtered through dirty socks. Been sipping clean Kolschs as of late just to retrain my palette.
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