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Hillary's Equine Metaphor

earnesternest — Wed, 07 May 2008 23:15:01 GMT

Had a day off from my trial* today and am sifting through all my political wonkery and this struck me: In the run-up to the Indiana primary (and the Kentucky Derby) she recommended that everyone bet on the filly; this year in the Derby a female horse was running, a rare occurrence. Well, that horse, Eight Belles, she is an established and successful horse that ran a very strong race. That horse came in a close second. That horse lost to a younger horse, a horse many thought was not experienced enough yet to run in the big race (that horse's name, incidentally, is Big Brown). And the filly? well, she ran so hard that she had to be put down, right there, sprawled at the finish line, with two broken legs. When will the Clinton campaign be euthanized, I wonder? At what point does even she realize that she can't win, or will it take a giant shot in the neck as she, crippled and broken, struggles to stand one more time? *Jury duty, 3 months, unpaid, triple murder, so much freakin' fun I cannot contain myself.

FIND ME AT FUENTE

earnesternest — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 00:43:05 GMT

at the Rangers Camp, where ever that may land. Tea in the morning, beats in the afternoon, cocktails at sunset. ~e

Anyone have some Apple OS 8 or 9 disks I can grab?

earnesternest — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:28:24 GMT

I know, I know, Apple is like the conformist, gated community of personal computing (all the streets are clean, all the lights work, your color and style choices are limited) but once upon a time I did buy a lovely clamshell iBook I'd like to resurrect as an mp3 jukebox and internet radio server in the guest bedroom. It starts up about halfway and then kinda nods off. zzz.

In great pain

earnesternest — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 05:38:18 GMT

no, not the WGA strike, which is not affecting me as our movie has a locked script (although they were rewriting right up to the expiration of the writers' contract), although I and my team (repped by Teamsters Local 399c (Location Scouts and Managers)) have not crossed the picket lines yet (we're at Culver Studios) and are working from home and out and about, which is kinda what we do anyway. Nor an overabundance of parentheses and commas, although they may be causing you the reader pain at this point after parsing the preceding sentence. No, I have a pinched nerve and muscle spasm in my back, and have been suffering more and more and more over the last three days. I'm okay if totally motionless, and can suck it up and drive and cook and dress and clean myself but little things like climbing stairs can send me into a 2 or 3 second wave of pain that reddens my vision. I must be getting old... er. Anyway, I've had this once before, and back pain in humans is really just the product of a spine that evolved many millions of years ago for quadrupeds being adapted a few million years ago for bipeds (or some unknown being Intelligently Designed us to have a spine more like a tiger, iguana or cow than would optimal, as a sick joke) so I'm not looking for any particular sympathy. I'm in good care by my lovely mate, and have a heating pad and treated myself a massage today by a lovely amazon named Christian (which hurt so good) and I do as well have a few chemical aids available to me. Now, I have always had a pretty high tolerance to most drugs; when I had my big old wisdom teeth pulled 20 years ago, I had NOx gas the whole time and ELEVEN shots of novocaine and, well, not only did it hurt like hell but I remained lucid enough to, well, count the novocaine injections. I also had the awful experience of being wheeled into surgery, post-anesthesia- and experiencing it, when I should have been, well, anethestized. I remember overhearing the nurse trying to convince the doctor that I was still awake while that cat was in the corner of the room picking out his scalpels or something. Anyway, so bearing this all in mind last night after a very hard week at work I thought I'd try to knock myself out and get to a point where my troubles (and any abnormal muscle tightness) might drift away, and I took a muscle relaxer I was prescribed last time this happened, and a xanax my assistant had given me, and a couple of very stiff drinks (please do not try this at home). I didn't put me out, but I had a nicely surreal evening of clicking about online and watching YouTube videos and such. I can tell you that for most people these probably should not be mixed (unless as a desperate cry for help). I can also tell you that, although I woke up bright and ready to face the day, no one, not even I should mix muscle relaxers, xanax, alcohol, and Amazon One-Click shopping. Trust me.

If I were to die before my time

earnesternest — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 20:30:09 GMT

I think I'd want to die in such a spectacular and horrible fashion that in the wake of my passing there is enacted legislation that would simply be entitled: "Ernest's Law".

OFF TO THE PLAYA*- find me at 4:30/Habitat

earnesternest — Fri, 24 Aug 2007 04:52:59 GMT

We'll be at Volcano Worshippers- look for the Volcano. Once we get it built. Please cross your fingers in the meantime. If you'll be joining us this year in BRC, drop by; Tea in the morning, cocktails in the afternoon, dancing into the evening. My shade is camoriffic and aluminet-tastic, next to my blue round van and I rock three flags on a 20' pole- Bhutan on top. Safe journey and/or good week to all! ~e

A Mighty Heart

earnesternest — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 18:00:12 GMT

Go see it- not good times, but a good movie. By the way, happy to see Evan Almighty tanking. Who greenlit that turkey? Steve Carrell is so great, sure, but... I have not seen the movie, but I have read Genesis. God finds only one dude in all creation who is following His rules, and lets him take his family (and a bunch of animals) on a boat he's built and then... "And all the flesh that stirred on earth perished-- birds, cattle, beasts, and all the things that swarmed upon the earth, and all mankind. All in whose nostrils was the merest breath of life, all that was on the dry land, died. All existence on earth was blotted out-- man, cattle, creeping things, and birds of the sky; they were blotted out from the earth." Oooh *SNAP* guess he showed those nonbelievers (and their cats, and monkeys and pandas; whales and possibly ducks got a pass). God (note that this is God 1.0, God of the Jews, marketed I'm guessing to followers of God 2.0, the Christian God) essentially calls a huge do-over. Fun for the whole family! I'm guessing that some of that didn't make it into the script. I'm also guessing that it's deeply unfunny, judging by the trailer.

Last night I just happened to be

earnesternest — Fri, 22 Jun 2007 02:12:32 GMT

at the KCRW Angel Party at the Hammer and it was pretty cool. Worth 365 bucks cool? No, but we really had a good time. Anyway, I didn't pledge at the Angel level to go to some party; I did it to be able to casually mention at times like these that I pledge at the Angel level.

A.A. Month- Easter Weekend

earnesternest — Mon, 09 Apr 2007 17:52:09 GMT

Over Easter weekend, not only did I manage to consume 1/2 a Sapporo, several glasses of wine, 2 Amstel Lights, and 2 blood orange mimosas, but I also found out that April is National Poetry Month as well. On that note, here's a Monday morning nugget from my favorite poet: Your whole body has a fullness or a gentleness destined for me. When I move my hand up I find in each place a dove that was seeking me, as if they had, love, made you of clay for my own potter's hands. Your knees, your breasts, your waist are missing parts of me like the hollow of a thirsty earth from which they broke off a form, and together we are complete like a single river, like a single grain of sand. "The Potter", by Pablo Neruda, from The Captain's Verses

Alcohol Awareness Month 2

earnesternest — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 22:32:54 GMT

While I have not yet managed to consume any alcohol since learning that April is alcohol awareness month, I have driven two people to drink by revealing my mind-blowing yet eloquent theory of how it all ends up for Tony Soprano eight weeks and two days from now*. Prior to this I have had some Seder wine (kosher and non) and one scotch (Laphroaig, neat, at Lenore's house). Plans are to pick up the pace this evening or the next- stay tuned, dear readers. *Witness protection, potentially as a result of the war on terror having eclipsed the war on organized crime.

April is Alcohol Awarness Month

earnesternest — Fri, 06 Apr 2007 00:52:50 GMT

Guess I'm putting my life on hold for a while.

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earnesternest — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 05:56:54 GMT

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What's your celebrity style?

earnesternest — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 09:11:44 GMT

http://quiz.ivillage.com/cgi-bin/beauty/tests/celebstyle.pl You sex kitten, you. Your dark and body-skimming wardrobe gives you an air of mystery similar to that of smoldering hot Angelina Jolie. From your black leather Gucci pants to your leopard-print Dolce & Gabbana stilettos, there's nothing girly-girl about you. But why not soften things up a bit? No, we wouldn't ask you to wear a, gasp, floral-print full skirt, but what about a white ruffle blouse? And some color would be nice. Pretty pastels, whether in the form of makeup or a sweater, are flattering for everyone. Look -- if you really learn to love these feminine flourishes, it'll be our little secret. Everyone else will still think you're the tough chick you pretend to be. ...frankly, not how I saw myself. I do in fact own a floral print skit, as a matter of fact, but none of that other stuff. I always figured myself to be "kinda-gay, yet solid, guy, disapears for long stretches of time" cat. But, I suppose I'll just have to pretend to be a tough chick from here on out.

The Tribe/tilde connection.

earnesternest — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 06:56:56 GMT

Am I the only one who's noticed the extreme extent to which the tilde is used on tribe, and essentially nowhere else (in my world, anyway)? It makes me wonder. I'm happy for it (and tilde aficianados everywhere), don't get me wrong, and having no real independent meaning, it's use really hurts no one in my opinion, unlike the poor misunderstood and misused ellipsis. Of course, you'll never meet a Norwegian stripper named Ellipsis, either, although Tilde is a distinct possibility. That's something else to wonder about, I suppose. PS This is a tilde: ~ & this is an ellipsis: ...