So August is here and we have outlasted July. July wasn't unsufferably hot in Salt Lake, but it was nice not to be in St. George where temperatures approached those in Hades. Now it is time to take stock of where the world is at the beginning of another month, so here is a recap.
- Dave Letterman is still not very funny and Conan is even less funny.
- I have not missed Leno nor am I anxious to kill time on his earlier show.
- I am still waiting for Sarah Palin's Tweets now that she has time on her hands.
- The new old political strategies consist of voting no, disrupting town hall meetings, questioning birth certificates, putting scared old people in ads to scare other old people, and other substitutes for spending time actually working for the benefit of all of the people in our country.
- I watched Leave it to Beaver today since Matlock was on weekend vacation, warming up his tired re-re-re-runs for Monday. The infamous Eddie conned Wally into letting the Beave buy his tickets to the scary Voodoo movie since that would not, in Mr. Haskell's ingenious and evil mind, constitute breaking a promise to Ward and June (daddy and mommy) that Wally should not take Beaver to see such a scary movie. Supper time brings a reality check and Wally and Beaver are sent to their rooms. Whereupon Beaver makes a Voodoo doll labeled Eddie Haskell and sticks it with pins. Eddie, the moral transgressor deluxe, has already faked being sick to get out of school and when Beaver informs him that he put a Voodoo curse on him, Eddie begins having frightful pains. Whereupon (are you with me?) father Haskell goes over to see Ward and June and raise bloody hell over Beaver putting a Voodoo curse on their precious brat. But, not to worry, Ward makes a Voodoo curse breaking amulet and sends Beaver over to Eddie's to break the curse and they all live happily ever after, June in her lovely starched shirtwaist dresses, high heels, hose, and pearls while doing housework, and Ward in his kindly avuncular and fatherly wisdom demeanor. Far more inspirational than Matlock. Unfortunately, I had seen this episode of Beaver before but was still transfixed to the end.
- Can hardly wait until Monday night when Olberman (one n or two?) gets back from extended vacation during which no news of any importance warranting his imperial presence occurred and we can expect a ratcheting up of vitriol in identifying his Worst Persons in the World.
- Football getting closer and closer and closer.
- Nothing to watch on TV except murder stories, crime dramas, corpses, soap operas, tired reruns, and local news with the usual shootings, fires, highway disasters, waving of arms and oohing and ahing over jet stream movements on weather--five or six people to cover 20 minutes of hard in-depth information in between noxious ads from Southtowne Auto Mall, ambulance chasing attorneys, furniture stores, etc.
- Body function and drug ads reign supreme on the five to eight o'clock schedule, all aimed at ruining our appetite, raising our libidos, convincing us to convince our physicians to prescribe someone's overpriced new drug with five pages of side-effect warnings, and scaring off health care "reform."
Thus, August comes in without a flourish, just another day. Four-sevenths of the time has elapsed until the next garbage day. I cheerfully did my vacuuming and other household chores today. I am planning a beer (root) party at the White House to settle a score with my nervy granddaughter Michelle who brazenly posted a picture of Kobe Bryant on the family blog. I posted four new galleries of photos on my Peppermint Tulips photo gallery site listed at right under blogs. Please visit and run the slide shows. Gorgeous.
In keeping with my doctrine of political neutrality on this blog, I have not identified any culprits worth mentioning and remain amazed daily at the wonders of political and media minds, including the emanations of bloviators. Until football begins, there is little else with which to entertain ourselves. with. Whatever. Have a nice day.