August 31, 2007

Arthur Miller's Guilty Secret - Playwright Arthur Miller had a son 40 years ago. But Miller was unable to love the boy.
  • Not to self-comment, but this is my first post in a long time (I've been lurking for the last year). Please forgive any oddities here! I was struck by the cavalier attitude Miller seems to have had about it. Fascinating story of a man who sounds like he successfully put a good face on something he knew was horrible.
  • Good to see you again. You have been missed. Your doubles, however, have not.
  • Awesome and embarrassing return to MoFi active membership...
  • Milk. That was it.
  • Hi f8x!
  • By all accounts he was an excellent playwright - the bit with his son is pretty appalling - but what really, really messes with my head is that a guy that goofy-looking ended up married to Marilyn Monroe. I mean, wow.
  • Hey f8xy!
  • Hiya f8x!!! Welcome back :)
  • Nice to see you again f8x. So...now that we have a double post to play in...who has plans for the long weekend? I'm taking my sweetie up to Ottawa to see the Renoir Landscapes exhibit at the National Gallery.
  • So sad. Makes you wonder what things went through his mind at the end of his life. Although, living with a child like that would be so hard. Hey f8x! We've missed ya! That is to say, I and a few others have missed you. Well, at least I've missed you. Some. Yes, I'M KIDDING, YOU GUYS!! Have a cookie, f8x.
  • No exciting plans. Scraping the washroom ceiling. Plastering the washroom ceiling. Sanding the washroom ceiling. Painting the washroom ceiling. Repainting the washroom ceiling. And then do the same for the washroom walls. Monday, hopefully, a beach for my annual Labour Day swim. We'll see how far I get.
  • why rocket you smooth operator you!
  • Hey f8x! Capt. skip the plastering and sanding and get some "voile de verre" or "toile de verre" that's been specialized for ceilings. I plan on spending time at the Braderie de Lille this weekend. I expect to drink beer and eat frites.
  • Capt., did you forget the mustard festival is this weekend?
  • I did not. I'm heading over after work. I'm gonna have mustard for dinner.
  • Heya, f8x! How's the woodwork been treating you? Plans include lots of sleep and laundry. Oh, and I had corn flakes with soy milk and agave nectar for breakfast.
  • Oh, and Cap'n, you could combine the two and make yourself a mustrard plaster.
  • Or muster up enough courage to get plastered.
  • f8xy! You prodigal SOB! I'm headed to the Berkshires for my sister's wedding. She's marrying another woman. And she's 7 months pregnant. And to hell with anybody who has a problem with any of that (not that anybody here would, but, you know how the world at large can be...), among other reasons because my sister is AWESOME. What I love most about it all is that all my parents' friends will be there -- many of them folks who, 25 years ago, probably wouldn't have been caught dead at a lesbian wedding. The world's gone backwards in some ways, but it's sure progressed in others.
  • Congrats, Wingo!
  • Wife and I are going to make dinner for some friends of ours on Saturday, on Sunday we're going to search for some long lost Albuquerque landmark to take pictures of it, then SE to the Manzano Mountains for a hike along the crest. My three day weekend is more like a five day weekend (stupid as-needed position), so I guess I have to figure out how to fill out those days as well.
  • catch bouquet for tum kthxbye
  • Wait -- what does catching the bouquet at a lesbian wedding mean? Is that how you catch teh ghey?
  • I had cake.
  • At another sister's wedding I wore one of their old prom gowns and a blond wig and used my robust posterior to "box out" the women around me, thus ensuring that my grandmother caught the bouquet. The dress and wig have been retired, but I'll do my best, TUM.
  • I WANT TO BELIEVE
  • I have known for a little while that Hawthorne Wingo was actually Jerry Springer, but have refrained from mentioning it until now.
  • Welcome back, f8x! I'm trying to keep two kitties from fighting this weekend, and driving a while to meet with my old university roommate - she's enroling her sprog in university. Yikes. Haven't seen her since the eighties!
  • Initial reports on the Mustard Festival -- it blows. Four kinds of Maille. What. Ev. R.
  • I ate breakfast for lunch!
  • I often eat breakfast for dessert. Mmm, cereal.
  • How's that baby kitty, fishie? I will be rebuilding an ATM at 6 of the AM Saturday morning, helping relatives move the rest of the weekend, and nursing my broken knee. And anyone who's having more fun than me sucks!
  • long lost Albuquerque landmark Which one? If you find it, post pics! sorry about the knee, Lara
  • Thanks. I'm taking a break while I watch crashed servers recover. Today sucks. I hope you guys are all having fun, and I hope you all get sunburns!
  • Hi f8x! Good to see you back! I'm apartment hunting this weekend. Estate agents suck.
  • Apartment hunting is the pits. Keep focused on how much fun it will be after the moving's over and you can decorate the place and make it yours. Hope you find a place with has something special about it.
  • Awww, warm fuzzies from and to everyone! I feel missed! I'm in San Diego this weekend visiting an old high school buddy. It's my first time.
  • Apropos of nothing, does anyone know why my caulking gun is caulking from the back instead of the front? I'm fairly sure it shouldn't be like that...
  • This is pretty basic, and I almost hate to ask: Ummmmm, did you punch a hole through the metal foil under the tip? I have never forgot to do this. I have never had the back end of the caulk tube pop and squirt caulk all over me. I have never, ever bent the handle of the caulking gun by squeezing it too hard when there was no hole in the front of the tube.
  • So, you... *giggle* so you needed... *titter* So you needed... a CAULKPUNCH?!? *runs off cackling, jumps under covers with box of Lorna Doones*
  • Of course I did, GranMa.
  • You have it in backwards.
  • DAMMIT!
  • That's right, you live somewhere in NM, don't you BlueHorse? It's called "Elephant Rock", and in the early part of the century it was apparently *the* sign that you'd come in to 'Burque from the east. They blew it up with a bunch of dynamite during the I-40 construction, which turned out to be a waste as the highway wound up not going that route. Now it's sitting in the weeds, all alone and forgotten. I've got a little hobby website about Albuquerque history that I've just started: Forgotten Albuquerque. I'll be doing an article about the rock this week, if you're interested.
  • Sounds like fun, ND. I'll bookmark it. I'm in ID, not NM, but have a daughter in the 'Burque, so I've explored a bit. Interesting country, interesting history. *holds up high-5 for Skrik *runs after TUM with flyswatter
  • Captain - you are an idiot. But I loves ya. Oh yea, and the same to f8x.
  • Back-from-Ottawa report: Renoir landscapes were very nice, but the rest of the National Gallery collection was simply awesome. I was there every day for 3 days just to soak it all in.
  • I just decided to clean out the fridge here at the office. I discovered some lasagna that looked good, so I started eating it. It was not until I was almost halfway through that I realized not all of the white stuff was cheese. I just ate an unknown quantity of mold. It may have been a lot.
  • You'd think a Fast Food Lawyer would be on the lookout for scary food things like that. If I accidentally ate mold as a kid, my mom told me to consider it free antibiotic.
  • I still get a chuckle remembering the time I went grocery shopping with a friend and told him that the blue in blue cheese was mold. He looked heartbroken.
  • Monkeyfilter: Not all of the white stuff was cheese.
  • Penicillin's good for you. Kills the bad stuff. You're in good shape, Burger Barrister.
  • Hey, Blue Horse, just wanted to let you know I finally got that article about Elephant Rock up. There's some now/then pictures, and a long, rambling , self-indulgent post, too! Here.
  • Nice blog, Nick.
  • Thanks :)