March 23rd, 2008

hole question

not that there's anything wrong with that

I'm mid-composition in an email about sexual dynamics. Weird.

Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day is a kinda bad title for a fun little film, said to star Frances McDormand and Amy Adams, but you gotta mention Shirley Henderson. The movie satisfies The Rule (of wanting a movie to have in it [a] at least 2 women [b] who talk to each other [c] about something other than a man).

My basketball bracket still stands a chance. Not a great chance, but a chance.

Speaking of balls, I love them. Balls, that is, of the round play kind that's not generally associated with genitalia. They've been the stuff of a buddy's dreams lately. I say they are, unto themselves, a whole definition of fun.

I've been philosophical about them since early childhood, believe it or not.

I still get a little excited if I'm in some store & see one of those big wire bins with the large smooth bouncy ones in various colors.

Spheres for play.... I really could go on. But I want to send that email & then get to playing with balls.

Going for Easter dinner at the truck stop again this year. Will they have that corn stuff? Corn fritters? Corn pudding? What was that delicious corn stuff? My, that was some delicious corn stuff.