Budda-Budda Pow Peeeeeeeeooooooo Thud

Budda budda is old school comics for automatic weapon fire. The thud is when a bullet hits something important. But I don't think they ever used it in the Golden or the Silver ages of comics, to be honest with you.

Do you ever sit there and think maybe you're too old to get started on a writing career? Like maybe somebody said they liked that piece you did that you never published and now you're getting up there and you have no discipline and time keeps on tickin tickin tickin? Well... the single greatest Academy Award acceptance speech was given by Alfred Hitchcock after getting a lifetime achievement award. They rolled out clips of all his films and gave testimonials and his stars gave anecdotes and then there was a big presentation about how he changed cinema or something along those lines, and when they handed him the award the crowd rose to their feet and cheered and held a standing ovation for an extended period of time and then everybody settled in to hear the Great Man speak. He leaned into the microphone, said "Thank. You." And walked off the stage. Brilliant. But did you know that he made "...“Dial M for Murder,” “Rear Window,” “To Catch a Thief,” “The Trouble with Harry,” “Vertigo,” “North by Northwest,” and “Psycho”—one of the greatest runs by a director in history—between his fifty-fourth and sixty-first birthdays."? Here's an old article published by the New Yorker a few years ago about the topic of age you might be interested in.

I'm taking Tuesday off and going to the zoo with my granddaughter. We've been taking her there since she was just past a baby and now she's headed to 2nd grade next fall and this is kind of a big deal. So no work tomorrow. Too bad so sad.

I've been thinking about bloggers I've known in the past. Especially the ones who aren't here anymore. The ones who lumped me in with other bloggers they didn't like and stopped coming by because of that. The ones who took something I said the wrong way and decided to get miffed about it and hate me forever. The ones who are just better than 9/10ths of the other human race because of their puffy education or their perfect skin or whatever the heck. The ones who never got over George Bush being a dope and try to make up for it with the usual conservative blah blah blah blah thud. The ones who you discover later are just jealous of any success you had in your life no matter how small and insignificant. Yes I actually thought about all those missing bloggers who got so hyped on themselves they just decided to walk off. Then I thought about supper. I'm hungry.

Hey this weekend my wife and I found an absinthe bar that had those little dripper dispensers that dribble ever so slowly into the glass so like they're supposed to. Then I went to have dinner. I ordered rabbit. And this was in the FAR suburbs yet! We're going back. I am a big fan of Lucid absinthe but I had my first glass of Pernod Saturday. When my fingertips got warm I knew I had a new favorite! But I did reinforce the time honored verity - absinthe goes with NO food folks. I munched on a little cup of escargot and after a sip of the Pernod my mouth felt decidedly like the bottom of a swamp. It is axiomatic - no food with absinthe. Take some before dinner and that's that. Eeesh...