Various And Sundry This Evening From SoVerySoCal�
T�was interesting getting slammed by grumpy gals (and one guy) who thought I was being unkind to Harrison Ford this morning. Consensus seems to be that he�s a hottie whose purported-usage of pecker-uppers is not a topic to be discussed.
Now�YourSauce may well have been less-than-brimming-with-kudos for a particular female interest in DaWidowmaker�s world. But that is a general comment on the unnatural-looking attempts to be a size-zero or less that seem to be favored by actresses at this temporal juncture.
The gab was about Female Sexual Disorder--or rather, all the boys writing lately about the fairer sex needing therapy of the Freudian-kind rather than something pharmacological in nature. In overview, I just figured it deeply-unfair that Bob Dole and a-guy-who-played-a-hippy-in-a-movie-called-Luv should be given the big ATTABOY while the same couldn�t be granted for girls who need/want/ought to jump-start their own libido train and climb on (all the while letting the steam whistle shriek.)
DaDiarist wasn�t leaping about and making crazed-cracks about Viagra Jones: in Aiders of the Lost Pork. Damn.
Sheesh. Chill. Take a pria-pill. Or go rub something until you feel better and relax. [Sorry. Uncalled for� or maybe always called for� not sure.]
Onward?
The retemplating of all things Sauce-like was completed today by a wonderful diarist as part of a crazed barter. She has allowed me to name her�but notes that her coding efforts are not for hire, and as I upped the ante severely by my nutball trade�your odds of conning her into doing such for you are slim at best.
GolfWidow [Read Her. Click Her. Vote Her.] who resides at http://golfwidow.diaryland.com got a deeply rare final shooting script today for her efforts at helping me get off the subway tracks. The previous too-many stiles and too-few-tokens look-and-feel of this fledgling diary was brought to you (for a short time) by Lex Designs (with thanks to her for being the leapfrog from blue-screen-of-hell to what you see today.)
Anyway, GolfWidow got a final shooting script from the hugely successful Bunny Trek series (produced by WarnerLu Studios.) This incredible episode from 1967 was Chuck Sturgeon�s Duck Amok (about a Vulcan Rabbit.) It is bound and very hard to find. I hope she�ll enjoy it as much as I am the new template. I am told that a signed Hardbound 1st of Ender�s Game or Callahan�s Crosstime Saloon might pull her back into the barter system� so I hope I like this template in the years to come�as those phuckers are getting expensive.
Tonight�s link is brought to you by Prozac Baby Nation:
As if frigging televisions with DVD feeds in the back of automobiles aren�t pabulum enough for our future caretakers. Holy Sheep Shit America!. Let�s calm them AND make them shorter so we can cram more of the little bastards into airline seats.
See? DaSauce ain�t pimps RX� just an equal opportunity (and often fickle) slapdash curmudgeon-type at times.
Lastly?
As a full-time-worker-single-parent-and-on, I always take myself and DaKid to get a manicure and a pedicure rather than doing the home variety. I am a klutz when it comes to delicate maneuvers�shit, who am I kidding? I am a Klutz-Bucket either way. But, anyway, I cut my son when he was just about two�and decided then and there that I would avoid cutting his little finger and toe-nails to avoid such in the future (all the while feeling like a rewarmed turd.) Thus, we go out together every few weeks to get our stuff trimmed by pros. You should see the looks from the Acrylic-Talon-Clubettes as we wander in and plunk down in the vibra-chairs with blue waters. And the questions? Key-Riced! So�now that he is five�he�ll as he puts it, �Gag �em with you, dad.� We never tell the same story twice in those places. Great fun�for a couple of idiot boys.
--DaSauceNeededSomeTrim
