DEAD BLOG NOTICE

All updates will now be posted at http://www.tommieandthebartender.com or in the blog at my myspace page, until it bores me (which may not be so far off).



A webserver I've been borrowing from a friend in Tampa SINCE 2001 seems to have forsaken me, which is why there's so many little red x's in little red boxes right now. And no header. And no background. Nada. Almost all of the artwork I use on my various sites was stored there.
Having trouble sleeping, so I'm trying something a little different before I go out and invest in a bunch of hot tea varieties.
I anticipate some success with this method, but don't intend to make a habit of it.
And it won't be nearly as tasty as Friday Night's libation was.
This bad boy:
I wasn't even aware that the good folks at Johnny Walker made a blue variety. My Unofficial Brother Frank, Lord And Keeper Of Scotches, was given this recently when he ticked off a rather important birthday. It's a $200 bottle, and he was kind enough to pour me a few fingers of it while we sat and talked about cats and books Friday night.
I have a few decent bottles of my own...nothing worth more than $50 or $60, though. And let me tell you: there is a mammoth jump in quality from $60 to $200. This was so smooth it almost made me cry.
Must make wealthy friends before I turn 40...must make wealthy friends before I turn 40...
Tonight marks 50 Days since my last cigar.
To observe this, for no reason whatsoever, I have developed a nasty cough.
Yeah. That seems fair.
Anyway...
I have decided there are two words that we have all deemed archaic that I would like returned to general useage.
The first is lollygag. This was a perfectly good word, fun to say and everything, which was cast aside around 1954 or so. It's a perfect dichotomy of a word: the latin-root lolly, which is international for lollypop (something pleasant) and the middle-upper-nigerian/venezuelan suffix gag, which is self-explainatory (something unpleasant).
Sample paragraph: "I say, refrain, you ruffians! Do not lollygag around at my storefront, blocking the path of any patrons who may wish to part with their sheckels and purchase my wares! Begone!"
The other is jackanapes. You can still find it in fresh use today, but only in historical fiction, typically set in the turn of the 19th to 20th century. Another one that makes you smile when you say it, fed to the wolves of change during a secret Merriam-Webster Meeting on the Oxford Campus in 1937. It comes from the cockney-adopted-by-the-wealthy-english-root jack, or man (with the modifier -an, to infer there is more here than meets the eye) and the lower-norwegian descriptor apes, meaning to ape around, apely, like an ape.
Sample Paragraph: "That man is an ungodly jackanapes, as was his father before him. Sweet Tapdancing Christ how I wish he would find someone else to bother! My patience runs thinner than your mother's bathtub gin, I daresay!"
Okay, I'm done. Back to work now.
Next year I am going to launch a festival called DEAD EARTH. And yet, weirdly, it will have a smaller carbon footprint than Live Earth.Because the only way I could achieve a larger carbon footprint than Live Earth would be to drop an asteroid on Australia. And that's just a little outside the range of my capabilities right now.

Most likely, at some point in the last year, you heard about the movie with that title.
A lot of people immediately reacted with shock and disgust at the thought of British Filmaker Gabriel Range creating a film that marries actual footage and CGI to create the assassination of George W. Bush. The fact that Lions Gate...the studio that took a chance on Dogma from Kevin Smith and several other movies considered too hot for the bigger houses to touch...distributed the film is testimony to the awkwardness of the subject matter.
The Beloved Kim and I rented this movie and watched it last night, and I may have to go out and buy it.
Here's why.
The film is NOT anti-American, nor is it a slam-piece against the President. It's a very well-thought out story, actually a bit of a mystery, right up to the ending, that presents the situation as a documentary of the event. The production is very well done (something I always look for, given what I do for a living...point of fact, I like a lot of bad movies because they were produced well despite having no story to them). It's done in a respectful way that evokes emotional response from the audience. Anger, sorrow, disbelief...you get swept up in the story very easily.
The actual assassination scene is a brilliant piece of effects work. It's not bloody for the sake of bloody. It's very reminiscent of the shooting of Reagan, actually. Ironically, the picture above, which was used in the promotional materials, is not a camera angle that's used in the film.
Set aside whatever politics you have and watch this film with an open mind. It's worth your effort. I think it's one of the best films I've seen about the way America works since Good Night & Good Luck.
And the end result...Patriot III (a new spin on the Patriot Act) gives you a bit of a chill, no matter which side of the red-blue debate you typically fall under.
My opinion, and I think my wife would concur: This film is not sick. This film is not disrespectful. This film is not a blueprint for someone to try and kill Bush. This film is a look at what one random day could mean to this country, and the world. Like September 11th.
The status of this place is under review. I'm stretched a bit thin, spending more time at myspace than anywhere else, and starting to get sick of that hole anyway. I'm not intersted in getting back into livejournal, either. And Tommie & The Bartender dot com is getting daily attention, because it has to. But I like having a place to myself, that isn't attached to the station.
Exceptional journal entry about the passing of an era at his myspace blog:


(because God knows you won't find any on the fucking television today)
