I Think

Does anybody else but me write information on small, anonymous, scraps of paper and then keep them around until they slowly, one by one, disappear or no longer mean a thing? Got to get organized, I tell myself, but I know I don't mean it.

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Yes. I end up transferring most of them to some online file that I will print out at such time as I can spring dollars for printer ink. Sometimes though they hover on desk space (somewhere under the old cheap wine rack that I use to set the monitor on to get it the right height for my eyes) and by the time I find them again, I think, what?

No, sorry, edgar. I write info on a pad. I always know where it is. If I scribble something on a piece of paper, I keep the paper in my paper with info file. The pile and the pad are on my computer table, which is near the phone.

Uh oh. Hope I'm not being obnoxious. Well, it wouldn't be the first time. Sorry.

Well, I have writing pads. It's just a question of engaging hands and mind at the same time. So far, not hopeful.

I also have "many" pads collected from all my travels from hotels and cruise lines in addition to the ones I get in the mail from charities.

My sister loaned me a several DVD set on the Beatles. Watched the first last night. Insterding stuff. Don't be surprised if I develop a British accent when I type (all but the spelling).

Cold weather approaching. It should get in the thirties, Thursday morning.

George Harrison rejected Jesus and went with Harry Krishna, and when he died his ashes were slung in the "sacred" river Ganges.
Poor George, he's a real nowhere man now..

When I was a kid,William Boyd, as Hopalong Cassidy, was my favorite cowboy actor. I had a steer head tie ring like his. I saw him in a parade. One of his best traits, he always took time to speak to kids, to give them advice and uplifting words. Today, for the first time ever, I felt disappointment in him. There is a channel rerunning his TV shows and I happened to tune in. He entered a train car, with his gun drawn, and the black porter's eyes became large and frightened-looking. Hoppy told the white man who had that car something about "Get your boy out of here," and the porter beat a hasty retreat. I understand that it was the culture of the times on display, but I would have hoped he would have shown some sensitivity. Not everybody in those days saw people of color as buffoons or worse. Sad that movies mostly always did.

I never liked Hopalong much because his white hair made him look too old like somebody's dad or uncle, and I didn't like his big hat either.
I liked the Lone Ranger myself, and his faithful indian companion Tonto.
In fact I think I liked Tonto best; i remember in one episode he was stuck alone in quicksand and slowly sinking, but he didn't panic or struggle, he just stood there calmly waiting for the LR to eventually arrive to the rescue, what a man!
I swore then that if ever i got caught in quicksand and was slowly sinking, I wouldn't struggle but would just wait to be rescued.

Tonto was a racial bigot. I wonder why you liked him best?

Davy Crockett was also a big favourite of mine as a kid, he typified everything great and adventurous about beautiful unspoilt 1800's America.
He killed him a bear when he was only three, how cool is that!..
Me and my mate Dave had DC outfits for Christmas, coonskin hats and all; we walked into the village wearing them in open defiance of any hostile injuns that might be around. We never saw any so obviously they knew better than to tangle with us.
Mind you there weren't many indian tribes in 1950's England anyway

There weren't many in the US either due to the US government policy of genocide, Romeo.



Sorry to crush your childhood dreams, Romeo, but lies and propaganda are an American specialty.

I think you are being a touch provincial with that JT.

You usually enjoy explaining, Spendi, so by all means, elucidate.

JTT said:

I hear Davy Crockett died standing his ground like a man at the Alamo, or is that just a lie and propaganda?

What is it that makes a man who appears to possess some measure of intellect go all stupid when he meets the truth.

I have followed The Mentalist TV show since it began. After they moved airing of it to a twilight zone on Sundays, actually too late for me to stay up, I don't always watch episodes to their ends. But last night, he managed to get the only surviving men who could possibly be Red John into a single room and held them there with a shotgun. He had learned that Red John had a tattoo of three dots on the left shoulder. Turned out, three of them had the same tattoo. Cut to his boss, driving like crazy to get to the scene. As she starts for the entrance, the whole building explodes. End of episode. So, finally, it's about to end. Or, is it? It's mighty early in the season.

JTT asked:

You tell us mate, you're obviously the expert..

I think...

you children need to take this game to someplace else.

ed deserves better than this crap...