A Variety of Posts All Rolled Into One

I never did finish up the posts I've started in the past few days. Maybe it's because my head's been right and I just haven't been able to get around to it. Maybe I've just been lazy. Maybe I just don't know what to say. So here's a few shots at...feel free to let me know what you think.

The 5th

"Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot.
I can see no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot." - Traditional English Rhyme

November 5th...the first day of the New World Order. I remember back in the Summer of 2004 when John Kerry was running for President saying on my radio show I wasn't so sure that Kerry could beat Bush. But that I did like the energy and presence of a certain young Democrat. I said, with no hesitation, that if Kerry didn't win that I thought this man would become the 44th President of the Unites States of America. Now before you start calling me Nostradamus I was talking about John Edwards. I know, right? But then, on that fateful July night I listened as another even younger and more energetic Democrat stepped up to the podium and delivered a keynote address that changed the entire political landscape of the day, and in a lot of ways changed the future of this country.

I've heard a lot of people talk about this election like it was the end of some kind of journey. Like the story that started all those summers ago has finally reached its conclusion. Yet we all know that's not true. Movies end with victories. Life carries on with all the stories that come after. And our new friend on Pennsylvania Avenue has a whole lot of stories coming awful quick. I just hope he's as ready for the change he keeps talking about as the rest of us are. I wish him all the luck in the world.

He's going to need it.

Dinner

Wednesday night Jere, House, Nathan and I went out to dinner at this new Italian place in Hawthorne. It was amazing. I had Strozapetti (yeah I didn't know what that was either) with Sicilian eggplant and shrimp. We drank two bottles of red wine and I actually had dessert for the first time in months. It was a good night. I'm lucky to have friends like them even if half the time we can't figure out why we're friends at all.

The Slowest Day In The History of the World

So this morning I came into the office to find that some of the stuff in my collection had been moved. Turns out that the guy cleaning my office thought it would be a good idea to Fabulouso my display case. Now they say Fabulouso can be used even on finished wood products but I don't really want a cleaning solvent sold in the 99 Cent store to be used on my $6,000 custom wood cabinetry or anywhere near my $50,000 worth of toys. Not to mention that someone who has no idea what he's touching should not be touching any of my stuff. I can just see myself trying explaining to The Shifletts that I'm ordering another Ol' Scratch Bronze because Fabulouso totally ruins the patina (I bet Peter Jackson never had that problem). Luckily one of my managers stopped him before he caused too much damage. My father on the other hand sat there and laughed instead of saying anything. I may just have to put a brick through his windshield to show him why fucking with expensive things isn't funny. Just maybe though.

The Battle of Bloomfield

So tonight I did a few things I probably shouldn't have done. And knowing me I'll probably do a few more before the night is out. At some point in the next few days I'll probably have a conversation that I'm absolutely dreading having and after that the whole world will probably be different for just a little while. That's sort of how it goes nowadays.

Last Call

So as the last busses roll in for the night and a conversation with a friend peters out, as the smell of a fresh, cool rain begins to fade and the echos of stories told turn to memories I'll pack up my shit and call it a night. I won't call it a great night, or even a good night. I'll just call it a night, and with the things I've learned today, with the feelings I've felt and the things I've said I'll call it a night that could have been a hell of a lot worse...and I'll be extremely thankful that it wasn't.