TV Show pitch: This Old Crone
Like the PBS seres, This Old House (the original remodeling show), but featuring the transformation of an old crone rather than an old home. It should be hosted by the person who really knows how to do the work rather than the half-assed dilettante hosebag. In this series, instead of covering up the flaws in the crone, we shine a bright spotlight on them so that anyone, including the crone, can learn from them. And the eccentricities of construction will be celebrated rather than trying to turn them into something sleek and modern. Repair work will be done, of course, but with the knowledge that decrepitude is inevitable and the only sure and certain principle ruling the Universe is entropy. Rather than mourning this, the show will encourage us to accept it with as much grace and dignity as possible and learn from it, as well. But we must also remember that if entropy rules the Universe, irony is its only begotten daughter.

Everyone’s path is their own. No path is superior. Everyone has to find their own way. The path of quiet contemplation is as valid as the full-throated war cry. Anyone who judges your path isn’t as secure in their own as they think they are. One person has trouble crossing a room without pain; another climbs mountains. In the end, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the flame in your heart. If it dies, you’ve failed. If it’s still burning, you’re still burning, and you’re where you need to be.

One of my ancestors is named Mary Polly Armor and I always want to read that as Mary Polyamory. #BecauseThatsJustTheSortOfBrainIHave

What’s the first major news event you remember in your lifetime? I was going to say the assassination of JFK but it’s really the Cuban Missile Crisis. I remember those drills, our young teacher herding us little bitty kids into the cloakroom to shelter. I remember her crying each time and I didn’t figure out until later that it was because she never knew if we were hiding out because it was real and the bombs were on the way or if it was just another drill. I was terrified and didn’t really know why.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the notion that paranormal activity is caused by places being built on Indian burial grounds. It’s quite prevalent in paranormal research and I’ve also fallen prey to the thought of vengeful native spirits. Lately, I’ve reconsidered this. It’s as essentially racist as the Ancient Aliens/Van Daniken notion that primitive (read “people of color”) societies could not possibly have invented the wonders they did—it had to be gifted to them from Space Overlords. The Indian burial ground notion has even pervaded popular horror movie culture. The one exception to this that I can think of in popular culture (rather than supposedly legit research) is the movie Poltergeist. The dead folks in that movie were just vengeful dead folks, not vengeful natives. I can’t think of such an exception in paranormal research. It makes me feel guilty that I even considered the Indian burial ground scenario. Although I’m not sure my white guilt is any more helpful than white appropriation or white nullification of culture. Mostly I realize it’s not about me except for when I can work for positive change.

Here near LAX we got a gentle rolling from the July 5th 7.1 earthquake (downgraded to only 6.9), but it did go on for a very long time. Sometimes they are gentle at first then the big whammy hits, so until things stop there’s always the fear it will get bigger. One of my neighbors was standing out in her front yard screaming, however, which I thought kind of extreme but it takes everybody different. I did feel seasick afterwards, though.

The only thing I know is that whatever negative thing you are when you’re young, you will still be that negative thing when you’re old, only more so. Unless you do a s*** ton of work on yourself between youth and age, if you’re a young rage monkey he’ll be in old age monkey; if you’re a judgmental young twat you’ll be a judgmental old twat. The good news is, if you’re a thoughtful, considerate person when you’re young you’ll most likely still be a thoughtful, considerate old person. The seeds of who our selves are planted at the moment of our birth.

I think the dictation on my Word program must be Scottish. It never wants to capitalize the name Ken.

I lived a block from the Sidewalk Cafe in the 80s. We often ate there in the day time, but knew to stay off the Boardwalk at night: too wild & dangerous for girls on their own. It sounds like things have changed—and not changed:

I have to confess that as much as I loathe Ancient Aliens, it’s a good show to have on for background noise when I’m not feeling very well. I can read Twitter while it’s playing and look up every once in a while to yell very rude things at the screen. #NeverSaidIWasntWeird

I don’t feed the crows every day. But every time I do feed them, the day after one of them will perch on the rail near my open front door and yell at me to feed them again. #LoveThemCrows

The Detectorists – a lovely, gentle, funny show. One of my favorites.

I have a terrible confession to make. I hope you’ll still be my friends once you hear it: I like the lumps in cream of wheat.

Random quote of the day:

“The truth is, we know so little about life, we don’t really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.”

—Kurt Vonnegut, “Here is a lesson in creative writing,” A Man Without A Country


Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.


The water in the birdbath froze last night, a rather rare occurrence here near the beach.

1 Oct
I have bookmarks from book stores that have been out of business for twenty or thirty years. They’re raggedy and limp, but I haven’t the heart to throw away the last vestiges of places I loved.

2 Oct
I was up half the night with stomach crud. I just can’t get a break lately. I’m feeling better this afternoon, escaping the heat under the peach tree. As is often the case in SoCal we’re having our hottest summer weather in September and October. Really looking forward to real autumn.

4 Oct
The sign spinner at the corner of Admiralty and Via Marina whose specialty appears to be dropping the sign.

5 Oct
Just shifted around my retirement funds. I still can’t retire before OhGodI’mSoOld but at least it felt like progress.

5 Oct
It’s mostly on TV and in crime books that people need Big Motives to murder. In real life they murder for a pittance.

6 Oct
If it’s Ye Olde Anything Shoppe you know it’s going to be terrifyingly quaint.

7 Oct
The Simpsons do the Mayan prophecy: “The world will end in 2012 and it will be Obama’s fault.”

8 Oct
I’m trying to live my creative life not asking favors of anyone since I haven’t got time to return them, but sometimes it’s very hard.

9 Oct
I love my habits more than I love my health.

10 Oct
Just when you think you’ve learned a few things, that maybe you are a grown up after all, your Inner Five Year Old reasserts herself and makes you the fool. Hypothetically speaking, of course. I couldn’t possibly be talking about myself.

10 Oct
I asked my 91-year-old mother if she wanted to read up on the State Propositions before voting. She said, “No. I just want to go and vote for Obama.”

10 Oct
A mega-billionaire/hypocrite threatens to lay off employees if Obama is re-elected:  The Koch Brothers threatened to do the same thing:

10 Oct
Mercy me. A printed hardcopy book from a reputable house in which passed got confused with past. The world is not what it was

11 Oct
Mom on the Ryan/Biden debate: “Who is that young putz?” Me: “Congressman Ryan.” Mom: “He’s an arrogant little s***.”

Mom on the debate: “This is a good debate. Joe Biden is kicking butt.”

12 Oct
Mom on a debate she’d like to see: “I want to see Michelle Obama debate Ann Romney. Michelle would clean the floor with her.” In case anyone wonders, my mother adores Michelle and doesn’t think much of Ann Romney.

12 Oct
Lindsay Lohan is voting for Romney. I rest my case.

12 Oct
I was home with a bad stomach, sleeping. I kept hearing helicopters circling and circling, usually an indication of a celebrity arrival at LAX or a big accident somewhere nearby. When I finally woke up out of the half haze, I realized that today was the day they started moving Endeavour from the airport.  It’s traveling right through my ‘hood, starting about six blocks from here. I was too sick to go out, but I watched it for hours on TV. So weird/weirdly exciting to see all my familiar landmarks on television. “Oh, there’s my Starbucks. There’s Mom’s doctor’s office. There’s my local Del Taco,” and etc. Here’s some of the “live feed”:

Watching Endeavour on mute now. Does anyone enjoy the endless patter?

Now I know why they laid down all those steel plates on Manchester.

The shuttle is inching past Jet Car Wash.

The shuttle is approaching Randy’s Donuts, that giant donut you see in every montage of L.A., at the corner of Manchester and the 405 freeway. Apparently, Randy’s Donuts made special Space Shuttle Donuts which they can’t sell today because the city asked them to stay closed for crowd control issues. I guess there’s always tomorrow. (And Toyota paid them for the use of their lot to film a commercial, so it’s not a total loss.)

And now the shuttle is waiting be towed across the 405 by a Toyota truck while they film a commercial. Toyota have been big contributors to the museum (millions, I hear). If my stomach wasn’t bad I might go buy one of the commemorative donuts tomorrow. But as a friend pointed out, donuts freeze really well.

13 Oct
On the way to dialysis this morning while traveling on the elevated 105 freeway I saw the shuttle’s tail and back in the distance as it moved along Manchester. No shuttle on the return drive to dialysis. It’s turned north and disappeared, alas.

I told my pharmacist that I saw the shuttle and she thought that was neat but added, “I want one of those shuttle donuts from Randy’s.” Yes, as does everyone else in L.A., apparently. I’d swung by Randy’s earlier to see about those special but the line was down the block so I kept going. Only a three and a half hour window to get my errands done before I have to pick Mom up again at dialysis. At least I’m not sick this morning.

Donut Quest 2012: Mom and I stopped by Randy’s at 2:30 on the way home. No lines, but they’d sold out of shuttle donuts until Monday. How did they sell out for tomorrow already? The bakers went home for the weekend. I’m hoping they’ll recognize they’ve got a little gold mine there and keep making them. I’ll keep trying. We now have a nice stash of non-shuttle donuts in the freezer. (You didn’t expect we’d leave empty-handed, did you?) I’m glad to report that Randy’s isn’t just a tourist attraction. They make good donuts.

14 Oct
This morning I was singing “I Kissed a Kitty and I Liked It” to Min and she was all, like, “Yuck, ick!” But she purred as she said it.

14 Oct
Today I got to clean out the pigeon coop that hadn’t been cleaned in a year. I bet you’re envious. I won’t let it go quite so long next time. A half hour shower didn’t seem long enough.

14 Oct
The hazards of sitting in the fall garden: my favorite chair was infested by a nest of baby spiders. I didn’t know I could still move that fast.

15 Oct
It’s probably a bad sign when you start writing a negative review halfway through a book. I’d never post it without finishing. Still.


Global warming: rising sea levels.

Which I featured in yesterday’s blog post…

It’s an epidemic, apparently. Of young male daring? Or something else? I love the smirk on the face of the deputy standing in the background.

Man who climbed into hollow tree trunk gets stuck, then rescued

Which one of these news items did you click on first?

# Obama takes executive action to help veterans find work
# Police, family at odds as Ariz. girl remains missing Photos
# Herman Cain leads latest GOP polls His unusual campaign
# Navy sailor’s death raises questions of suicide or murder
# Fla. authorities seize giant Lego man that washed up on beach
# Texas rapist appears to target sorority alumnae
# Man stuck in park baby swing for 9 hours- L.A. Times

Also, knowing your true audience is as important as writing well. 14 Mar

Mr. Porsche and Gloria Ann of Girlieland have left the building. That is, the manuscript. 15 Mar

The heroes of Fukushima: 15 Mar

Dear Library of Congress: my blueberry muffin was extremely fluffy and delicious. 16 Mar

On this day in 1806 Mme. Tivollier let Stendahl put his hand on her thigh. 17 Mar

Thyroid scans will set off airport radiation detectors, which isn’t a dose strong enough to hurt anyone. The detectors are super sensitive. 18 Mar

Just in case you heard any news from Chicago that had you panicking. 18 Mar

God knows any world disaster is All About America. /irony 18 Mar

I found myself with an unexpected two hrs where nothing was expected of me. I took myself to lunch and read Sherman Alexie. 18 Mar

I felt guilty the entire time. 18 Mar

Sherman Alexie was real good though. 18 Mar

Finally at a doctor’s appt for myself. 18 Mar

Yeah. Got me some antihistamines and I’m good to go. 18 Mar

Why do I bother reading comments on Yahoo news? The ignorance and mean-spiritedness is staggering. 19 Mar

Then again, sometimes I can be determinedly stupid in public myself. 19 Mar

My latest Etsy favorite: 19 Mar

Great. I share the name of an infamous YouTube troll. Could it get any better? 19 Mar

Oh good, I only share a fake name of an infamous YouTube troll. That’s so much better. [not trolling, just ironic] 19 Mar

Hope the Supermoon doesn’t bring real March Madness. 19 Mar

Corn dogs and cheese potato chips and coffee for breakfast. I can feel my arteries crystallizing. 20 Mar

Rain pouring down, big pot of chili in the making, nowhere I have to be. Heaven. 20 Mar

Still pouring rain. Chili is ready to be consumed, but it’s only 3:30. I guess we’ll just have to eat chili twice. 20 Mar

I like Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s version of Wonderful World as much as Satchmo’s (and I totally had to cut and paste Israel’s name). 20 Mar

I still like Israel’s Over the Rainbow better, though. 20 Mar

Min is mad at me. I am being shunned. 🙁 20 Mar

The L.A. river is about 23 feet over normal levels. Torrential rain all day & many LA Marathoner runners got hypothermia. No kidding. 20 Mar

I spoke too soon. It started raining again. 21 Mar

Not really into DWTS but Mom loves it and it’s one of our few “together” shows so…I’ll be here for 12 weeks, folks. 22 Mar

We can only hope.


Why do they always do a musical episode? Are they that out of fresh ideas? Does anyone actually like those things?  7 Mar

Besides the actors, writers, and producers, that is. 7 Mar

Stay tuned for a very special all-singing Trapper John M.D. 7 Mar

5 boxes of books donated to Venice Library, municipal election to increase library funding voted in. I AM VIRTUOUS. 8 Mar

The municipal initiative to increase library funding passed yesterday. Huzzah! 9 Mar

My oldest friend just caved and joined Facebook. Et tu, L.? I imagine my days are numbered. 9 Mar

I woke up every two hours last night. Fun times. Must go get my caffeine IV now. 9 Mar

Nationpam is on the lam. 9 Mar

I do want to see the new Jane Eyre movie, as a matter of fact. 10 Mar

Nationpam would like a dram. 10 Mar

I’ve got this thing going with a Natiowide commercial currently in heavy rotation. When it comes on I have to tweet a rhyme for Nationpam… 10 Mar

Kind of like a drinking game only with stupidity instead of booze. 10 Mar

Min is fascinated and afraid of the yellow rubber ducky I keep in the shower. 10 Mar

God bless the people of Japan. 11 Mar

All these Pacific Rim earthquakes are making me nervous. 11 Mar

I drive thru a tsunami evac zone every day but SoCal has an advisory rather than a warning. I still might take an alternate route to work. 11 Mar

Call me silly if you like. 11 Mar

Nationpam keeps saying damn. 11 Mar

This date 1912 Scott distributed opium pills and morphine to his Arctic expedition members so they could end their misery when needed. 11 Mar

Got the last of my boxes out of the garage & in the house. Finally can say “Not my s/t” when asked about those other boxes. 12 Mar

I’m really tired of living other peoples’ agendas. 12 Mar

Had stomach/belly troubles all week & the fun continues today but there’s just so much to do & time running out. 12 Mar

I’m sure stress has nothing to do with the ick feeling. I’m done whining now. 12 Mar

Sick. Laid down for a nap. Heard dijereedoo playing. Wondered if I’d slipped into Dreamtime. Then heard singing on loud speaker at park. 12 Mar

Still think it odd, but I have heard some pretty strange things over those loud speakers. 12 Mar

Anti-social network: knowing when to keep my mouth shut is a talent I do not always possess. 12 Mar

It’s 4 pm–3 by the old clock–and I’m already in my jammies. It was an early morning and hardwork day but the garage is finally clean. 13 Mar

Really tired of getting yelled at for things other people did. 13 Mar

A very long day and so goodnight… 13 Mar

I saw a Yellow Cab on the way to work this morning with the license plate IZYLOST. 14 Mar

Totally cool: 14 Mar

Chapter 10 wasn’t as horrible as I remembered it. I wonder if I’m delusional? 14 Mar

Hey, Library of Congress: I just spilled coffee on my pants. 14 Mar

Tony Gregor, Roxanne, and half of Ron Salzman are gone from the WIP. Tough cuts to make, but necessary, I think. 14 Mar

Knowing who your true audience is as important as writing well. 14 Mar

Being in an even more zombie-like state than usual this Monday due to a jam-packed weekend (with many hyphens), here’s all the tweet news that’s fit to print (although some of it walks the borderline).  Not that it’s any more interesting than usual, just jam-packed with hyphens. I did have a sensationally good meal Saturday night, though: filet mignon in bleu cheese sauce, carrots sautéed in butter, creamy mashed potatoes, broccoli sautéed in even more butter, a bottle of yummy Côtes du Rhone, and for dessert vanilla ice cream with almonds and Grand Marnier.

Got to work at seven this morning, a full hour and a half before my usual shift. I think the zombie coma is finally wearing off a little. 1 Mar

I have discovered that, after all, I am not “a bigger person than that.” At least, not in this case. 1 Mar

Ready whenever you are, C.B. 1 Mar

One thing I hate about tweeting from Edwin Droid is that I’m always accidentally favoriting tweets. I just favorited myself. 1 Mar

I have no unfavored everyone. The world can go on. 1 Mar

Turns out the threefold law works: I’ve been hoist on my own petard by not rising above. And boy is my petard sore. 1 Mar

I should eat. Then I should sleep. Long dammed day. 1 Mar

Home with stomach ick today. Time for a nap. Min approves. 3 Mar

Is there any objective standard for defining crap? From here it all looks subjective, albeit sometimes with more degrees behind the names. 3 Mar


AbsoluteWrite MacAllister Stone Retweeted by pj_thompson If you want to get rid of spam from your twitter stream, try running a report at 3 Mar


Mostly when people say “I’m sad for me but glad for you” they mean “I’m sad for me.” Myself included.  4 Mar

Really?!?!? One Tea Party leader calls for stripping away the right to vote unless you’re a property owner. 4 Mar

Reading River Marked by Briggs. Her characters are watching The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra. At least 1 of U will find that interesting. 4 Mar

Bed shopping for Mom this AM. But this eve taking friend to birthday dinner at our favorite Bistro. 5 Mar

Seven garage boxes left. The rest (8) will have to be hauled off the shelves and purged in the house but at least the floor is clean. 6 Mar


chandlerisms Raymond Chandler Retweeted by pj_thompson A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins. 6 Mar


I have conquered the 7 boxes but the ones on the shelves bred overnight. Now there are 17. May not all be mine but suspect they are. 6 Mar

I wrecked my knee bad in the process and feel thoroughly trashed overall but I think (hope) that’s the worst of it. 6 Mar

Min meowing angrily for chaperoned walk in back yard but that’s not going to happen with bad knee. She’s bitterly disappointed in me. 6 Mar

I should take my aching bones to bed. 6 Mar

I am so frakking tired and sore this morning from all the fricking cleaning. Fug. 7 Mar

And worse: they’ve changed their maker of scones in the cafeteria to something Really Cruddy. 7 Mar

You know, it IS all about me.  7 Mar



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