Thoughts Collected
A few thoughts collected as we mourn the passing of Boner from Growing Pains...
--- They say that the actor who played Boner was a lifelong sufferer of depression and mental illness. He had a family that loved him...too bad he couldn't sort through it all. But how in the hell can you not be depressed when you're known to the freaking world as Boner?
--- So, Paterson isn't running for Governor. His term - all three hundred days of it - was rocked by scandal, claims of incompetence, and a lot of back and forth in the press. This coming off Spitzer quitting because of those damn loudmouth hookers, and a New York State budget in the shitter. And still people are lining up for the job. I have a better idea. Just do it by lottery. Send everyone in New York State a raffle number, have a huge ceremony, and draw the winning ticket. Whoever wins is Governor. Think of the possibilities: Bob the goat farmer from Amsterdam; Billy the cattle wrestler from Watertown; Jose the hot dog vendor from the South Bronx; Cliff the loudmouth from somewhere near Buffalo.
We all might do a better job then the prostitute-john from NYC or the Blind guy from Albany. How in the hell could it be worse? No wonder Minnesota elected Jessie Ventura. Maybe we can get Hulk Hogan to give it a roll.
--- USA versus Canada for the Gold. Little secret here - I love to bust on my kids and their rooting interests - I've been singing Oh Canada whenever they enter a room and I have to tell you, it's a great song. The Star Spangled Banner is awesome too, but you'd be surprised how many verses of Oh Canada I can sing. I'm driving everyone up the wall. Should be a great game. Which begs the question - why can't the NHL be that exciting? My prediction: Canada 5 USA 2
--- I'm slated for jury duty next week. I know it's my duty and I love the chance to participate, but how in this day and age is it practical for a working man to give up all their doing to help settle a case? And God help the other people in the room if I end up sequestered with the rest of my peers - I'd be like Felix Unger in that old episode of the Odd Couple when the other jurors wanted to convict him.
--- Speaking of government - it's tax time, right? Is there a more inflating or deflating feeling in the world when you hear the actual number from the taxman? I know Kathy has a number in her head, and I have a number in my head, and it usually is disappointing to hear the number the taxman comes up with. Ah well, what the hell can you do? Is Wesley Snipes still in prison for not paying? Pay the state, pay the federal government, and go back to work to pay some more. Please bring us a decent number!
--- The back is still shot from the crash-up derby on the skyway a few weeks ago. There aren't too many other thoughts in your head when you're hurting. The possibility of booze and pills is tempting to be sure. "Suck it up and tough it out," as my freaking kids are prone to say.
Who in the hell taught them that?
--- They say that the actor who played Boner was a lifelong sufferer of depression and mental illness. He had a family that loved him...too bad he couldn't sort through it all. But how in the hell can you not be depressed when you're known to the freaking world as Boner?
--- So, Paterson isn't running for Governor. His term - all three hundred days of it - was rocked by scandal, claims of incompetence, and a lot of back and forth in the press. This coming off Spitzer quitting because of those damn loudmouth hookers, and a New York State budget in the shitter. And still people are lining up for the job. I have a better idea. Just do it by lottery. Send everyone in New York State a raffle number, have a huge ceremony, and draw the winning ticket. Whoever wins is Governor. Think of the possibilities: Bob the goat farmer from Amsterdam; Billy the cattle wrestler from Watertown; Jose the hot dog vendor from the South Bronx; Cliff the loudmouth from somewhere near Buffalo.
We all might do a better job then the prostitute-john from NYC or the Blind guy from Albany. How in the hell could it be worse? No wonder Minnesota elected Jessie Ventura. Maybe we can get Hulk Hogan to give it a roll.
--- USA versus Canada for the Gold. Little secret here - I love to bust on my kids and their rooting interests - I've been singing Oh Canada whenever they enter a room and I have to tell you, it's a great song. The Star Spangled Banner is awesome too, but you'd be surprised how many verses of Oh Canada I can sing. I'm driving everyone up the wall. Should be a great game. Which begs the question - why can't the NHL be that exciting? My prediction: Canada 5 USA 2
--- I'm slated for jury duty next week. I know it's my duty and I love the chance to participate, but how in this day and age is it practical for a working man to give up all their doing to help settle a case? And God help the other people in the room if I end up sequestered with the rest of my peers - I'd be like Felix Unger in that old episode of the Odd Couple when the other jurors wanted to convict him.
--- Speaking of government - it's tax time, right? Is there a more inflating or deflating feeling in the world when you hear the actual number from the taxman? I know Kathy has a number in her head, and I have a number in my head, and it usually is disappointing to hear the number the taxman comes up with. Ah well, what the hell can you do? Is Wesley Snipes still in prison for not paying? Pay the state, pay the federal government, and go back to work to pay some more. Please bring us a decent number!
--- The back is still shot from the crash-up derby on the skyway a few weeks ago. There aren't too many other thoughts in your head when you're hurting. The possibility of booze and pills is tempting to be sure. "Suck it up and tough it out," as my freaking kids are prone to say.
Who in the hell taught them that?
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