I'm Back!

Now, with EXTRA TOOTH!

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Well, only one at the moment, but they're comin' out, I can feel it!

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I'm Coming Out
(Buy: Diana Ross (She loves you) : Diana)

Supermagic
(Buy: Mos Def : The Ecstatic)

You're Most Digestable My Friend. Delicious Too, From End To End

"Bananas are a solid food that doctors now include in baby's diet.
And, since they are so good for baby, I think we all should try it.

Si, Si, Si, Si!"

Indeed!

I Love My Baby, And My Baby Loves Me

Daddy's (and Mommy's) Little Girl

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Okay, there is very little excuse for coming back from a two and a half month writing drought without any explanation. (And, let's not even acknowledge my total lack of reaction to the homophobic Election Day voting of California, Arizona, and Florida — but more on those later.) But, first, on a lighter note ...

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my 8-week old, very little (but growing like that little goldfish in A Fish Out Of Water) and always beautiful, Ollie.

Now, I make no promises that I have a future of consistent postings once again but, I believe my baby may have turned a "give Mommy and Daddy some of their lives back, maybe I'll sleep through the night" corner. (Of course, now having said that, I'm going to get my arse kicked tonight.)

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I Believe (When I Fall in Love It Will Be Forever)
(Buy: Stevie Wonder : Talking Book)

All I Do
(Buy: Stevie Wonder : Hotter Than July)

My Baby
(Buy: Ken Nordine (and The Fred Katz Group) : Word Jazz)

Set My Peeple Free

California steps it up for the food class, as well.

No, I'm not here to try to persuade you to put down that pork chop, or throw a Tofurky® (Honestly, I think I just like the idea of Tofurky® only because it makes me feel a bit dirty every time I utter the phrase.) into the middle of your time-honored Thanksgiving traditions, which, much like the days of yore, probably involve a healthy dose of televised "Sports!" (Tibby Boom Boom, if you're out there — that one was for you. We miss you. Your rooms waiting anytime you need it. But, more on that at a later date.)

Nice job Cali and, of course, Wayne Pacelle, and The Humane Society of America.

Now, lay off the meat a bit, eh?


But, I sure do like them fried potaters with a Maine, free range, graveyard turkey!

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Don't Fence Me In : David Byrne
(Buy: Red Hot + Blue: A Tribute To Cole Porter)

Or, buy anything else that supports The Red Hot Organization.

NEXT TIME: I'M STACKIN' WOOD, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. (NO, REALLY, IT'S LITERALLY JUST ABOUT WOOD — AND STACKIN' IT.)

Hey, C.C., Shouldn't Today Be A Holiday — As Opposed To Columbus Day, Or Some Other Such Shite?

Cousin Jeff, rockin' the vote — back in the day — as you should today. (If you're into it.)

I apologize for the image re-post but, once again, I am hoping that the great civil spirit that got my cousin Jeff elected (Oh, so many years ago) inspires all of you to let your proverbial freak flag fly, and get out your Election Day ya-ya's.

Really folks, if you do nothing else today (which, I believe, should be a national holiday to allow everybody this affects, which, I believe, is everybody to) get your arse up and out to the voting booths. And please, drag along all of your friends and family. Tell them that if they don't vote, they don't get to bitch about what happens next (and if something really bad happens, it's entirely their fault).

Now go Vote, for someone good for a change! (Yeah, yeah!)

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Vote Black President (Yeah, Yeah) : Kokolo
(Buy: Love International)

Chocolate City : Mavis Staples
(Buy: A Piece of the Action [IMPORT] [SOUNDTRACK])

Chocolate City : Parliament
(Buy: Funked Up : The Very Best of Parliament)

Two For A Penny (R.I.P.)

Heaven

"Everyone is trying, to get to the bar.
The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.
The band in Heaven plays my favorite song.
They play it once again, they play it all night long.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.

There is a party, everyone is there.
Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.
Its hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, and so much fun.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens.

When this kiss is over it will start again.
It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same.
It's hard to imagine that nothing at all
could be so exciting, could be so much fun.

Heaven is a place where nothing every happens.
Heaven is a place where nothing every happens."


Thank You for Sending Me an Angel

Rest In Peace, Penny.

My Baloney Has A First Name, It's J-E-S-U-S (Or, Oh, No, You Didn't!)

As I've mentioned before (and, I will mention again — often — no doubt), I DailyLove® my morning commute. And, really, with a start like this, can you blame me?


The Vinalhaven morning calm after the, well, sweet, wet, calm hurricane.

But, five minutes into my beautiful Monday morning excursion, I am surprisingly approached by one of the ferry employees.

"Did you here the latest?" she (or, he — I'm not divulging names or sexes here, folks — I'm just telling a story), says, out of the blue.

I am intrigued. I love "the latest." (In reality, "the latest" has often — and not without any doings of myself — evaded me. Because, really, "the latest" is more times than not, not.) But, it is early, and I am caught off guard. (Note to self: Be more on guard earlier in the morning.)

"No," I respond with as little enthusiasm as possible, hoping that my lack thereof is sensed by my sunrise interloper.

"Jesus was a community organizer. Pontius Pilate was a governor." (Note to reader: Pilate actually was the Prefect of the Roman Judaea province. Pretty much, a governor, but without any serious power. That is, of course, barring that whole Jesus fiasco.)

"What?" I reply, knowing instead that I should have just said "Good one", and let it go at that.

She/he repeats their new found political "zinger".

"Wow. That's a good one. It's kind of like that whole Obama being a community leader and Sarah Palin being a governor," I acknowledge. "But, I didn't the liberals went in for that kind of thing, but apparently, they're closet Catholics. Do you think Obama can actually walk on water, or Sarah Palin ever had anyone crucified?" I ask.

"What?" she/he asks, puzzled either by my question, or my new found interest in her story. So, I explain.

"You know, those two had some serious history. Are you telling me that I should consider that an analogy to today's political climate?"

"What?" she/he responds, a bit perplexed. "No, I just thought is was funny."

"Yeah," reply, "I guess. If you find that kind of political mumbo-jumbo funny."

"Yeah," she/he says, walking up the stairs without looking back.

I am alone on the deck, at last.


Thank you, Jevus.

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Sidebar: I also heard someone say that they "have seen far too many 'Muslim' slips from Obama. I still think he's in the closet waiting to come out? I would prefer 4 more years to that prospect."

What?! Really? People think (or, maybe more to the point, don't think) before they say things like that?

Why don't you amateurs leave the heavy lifting to the professionals. (Example? Yikes!)

To paraphrase Margo Channing, "Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy ride!"

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How's about a little Jesus music?

Jesus Is Just Alright : Reverend Milton Brunson & The Thompson Community Choir
(Buy: 50 Blessed Years)

Jesus Walking on the Water : Violent Femmes
(Buy: Add It Up (1981-1993))

Peace Be With You.