Duncan's Blog

My viewing may be considered shallow. I don't watch films or television programs that romanticize the Great Depression or the MAFIA. This includes such favorites as SCARFACE, THE SOPRANOS, THE G*DFATHER, etc.
The exception to this hard-and-fast rule is--of course--THE WALTONS. Don't know why, but the show was a real gem. Maybe 'cause grandpa turned out to be gay.
Today I was watching a patient in bed and the television was turned on to the St Valentine's Day Massacre

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0062301/

As they say in my hometown, "P.S. a HORROR!"

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19339508/

I am no fan of Paris Hilton. I didn't know who she was up until the jail incident. I had, of course, heard the name and thought to myself, "What type of idiot parents name their child after a hotel?" Maybe I should change my name to Ritz Carlton, Sir Francis Drake or Sherry Netherland.
The prosecutor, it seems, has a wife who also had a warrant out for her arrest for similar criminal activity.
We are living in times where people are so desperate to make a name for themselves that they will create high profile events that draw attention to them. Frivolous complaints waist time and money... my taxpayer dollars!
G*d do I sound like a conservative.

It's been ages since I've been out with the girls. In fact, it's been so long that I don't really think about it as a noteworthy event but rather as a peculiar turn or twist of events. A friend of mine does a public television access show at Time Warner in Santa Monica. She called upon her friends to be her live audience. Afterwards we took off for dinner at an old diner in West Los Angeles. http://www.yelp.com/biz/Hw6iPiKiUAZqOzl8g6Sy5w
Not exactly the kind of place you'd want to take mama for Mother's Day, but the food is clean. I had a chili size (something I never order because, well, I'm no big fan of chili). It's now some eight hours hence and I still smell the chili spice on my breath with every expulsion of burped gas.
I suppose we should count our blessings that it is only this and neither flatulence nor flatus that follows us around.
Yesterday I worked in a nursing home and suffered from the above-mentioned malaise. It's probably the only time that you count your blessings for being there. If someone comments on the smell of expelled gas, you simply say, "Yeah, I don't know what these residents eat, but some of them could peel the paper off the wall!"
There is none so guilty as he who will not admit to having farted in public.

Two of my 25 chicks have died on the same night. I suspect they were suffering from constipation. If I were more vigilant I might have made sure from the early moments that they were getting mineral oil or some other lubricant. While I handle death of baby chicks in a rather matter-of-fact manner, I still feel a little saddened that their life was cut so short.
It reminds me of survival of the fittest and it puts my mammal existence into another perspective. Some lives are just a bit more fragile than others and we need to accommodate things accordingly. Chicks--while viewed as cute and sweet and pretty and adorable--can be downright vicious. If they want a space they will squeeze others out of the way... or they will peck... or they will simple trample upon them. The only reason they huddle together and give the appearance of having a warm and bonding love for each other is to conserve body heat.
However, I do like watchig them stretch and drink water and fight over food.

Most people dream of or think of having a maid. Wouldn't it be great to live in a clean home that someone has cleaned? Having someone transfer those Chinese leftovers from the white containers into Tupperware? Well, I have opted to give that up and live with an Italian cook instead. The meals are good; he prepares most everything the way *I* like it. If he has a favorite style or flavor that's not to my liking, he portions out some for himself and then seasons it to taste. In over six years I'd say there were fewer than ten meals that were not worthy of saying, "Thank you," for.
Don't forget to thank the cook !