Friday

Pop and Vic didn't leave until 11:30, a bit late for a pre-lunch wank, but I was too eager and stoked up not to go for it. By the time I came out of my shower, it was almost two o'clock by the time I started cooking my steak. Then, after some news-harvesting and clean-up, I went for a 4:30 nap. On this abridged reading day, I will be spending some quality time with Woodward's "Price of Politics" for the rest of the day. ... The schoolkids were a terror today. At least I, or my mailbox, was not the object of their teenful energies. They got into it with a mother across the street, because her dog was running loose and barked at them a little. The kids, I think, actually have the law on their side: you aren't supposed to let your dog run loose. On the other hand, the dog is an angel, and a beauty, golden and white, midsize, a little shaggy, and definitely not a biter. That one big guy was just being an ass, and was probably surprised when the mother was not intimidated by his size and bulk. We could use a patrol of some sort to keep an eye on these kids when they walk home from school. I cannot dream of inquiring about such a thing myself, since I would likely have to appear as more of a neighborhood concern than some over-energetic teenagers. A poor neighborhood is a poor neighborhood. ... ... When I got up from my nap, the skies, unsurprisingly, were still heavily grey and looking fit to burst with rain, but checking the forecast, I see the rain has been called off. I sigh and decide to go with the forecast rather than my lying eyes. I go to the big room where the cats are. I baby-talk, "Do you want to go outside?" And rather dog-like, Sammy runs out right away. Interestingly, Ash elects to stay inside and bond a little more with me. ... ... Pi says, "Aww, you stick your head in the room and look at the computer screen, and the saddest look flickers across your face." I know. I flirt with the idea about quitting PolitiCartoons. However, the better route might be just to refrain from opening my e-mail page, and to only check it, maybe, three times a day?, once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once before going to bed - adjust my expectations, instead of just taking my ball and going home. I mean I'm close to pulling the plug at PolitiCartoons, but so long as there is a faint pulse, I am inclined to maintain my conversation at my last Internet forum. Daimon says, "Yeah, but I also see you looking more hungrily at Twitter. Again." I am thinking it might be nice just to drop comments there, even if nothing comes back and no connections are ever made. It might be better than me just keeping my little online diary. I don't know. It wouldn't be anything like the good old days, when I could count on close to a dozen regular commenters/conversationalists including two or three sexy young women. Daimon says, "Well, if you are ever actually going to do it, you probably should do it sooner rather than later, because who knows how much life is left in the place." I know, I know. Once it starts emptying out, and once the celebrities and pundits no long deign to be seen there, then I will finally make the big leap! ... ... I was feeling like another special movie tonight, having the house to myself. Looking through my Watch List at Amazon, I discovered that "Daddy's Little Girl" (2012 directed by Chris Sun) has made it into the Prime section. I thought that it's alright if I don't pay any money. However, it's big feature is that it is supposed to a very special horror flick, testing the envelope on torture porn, which is not really my thing. Mother was the gore hound in the family. Moreover, I'm not sure if it's a smart idea to finish watching it tonight right before I go to bed. I definitely doubt the wisdom of eating some noodles as I do so, when the dad has figured out who did his little girl in and we are ready to begin the torture part. But I guess this is where we separate the men from the boys. ... Pi says, "LOL You cheated! You fast-fowarded through the torture." I said torture-porn wasn't my thing. The only reason why I stuck with the movie at all is because I was interested in how they resolved the ambiguity they created over whether daddy had the right man. He did. It was a competent film, and mother would have liked it, I imagine, but it's not one I will be revisiting. Though, it had its sweet touches: "I love you, daddy. To the moon and back."