Hullabaloo Over Hannah

I was debating if I should add my two cents to the firestorm over the Vanity Fair pictures of Miley Cyrus, aka Hannah Montana. On a side note, most kids don’t have such a famous alter egos. I was one of the few in upstate NY that did, back in the early 70s. He wore red Bata Bullet high tops and baggy khakis and wandered around a lot. But this is not about me, or him. It’s about Miley, or Hannah.

The shot of Miley and dad was not your typical family photo. Ol’ Billy Ray should have used his achy breaky fart of a brain to put the kibosh on that one as well as the one of Miley draped in a sheet. She’s your 15 year old daughter, moron. If you’re giving Howard Stern the creeps, something is not right.

In other Hollywood news, Carmen Electra is getting married again. At the same time I heard that, I also read that Star Jones and Gary Coleman are seeking divorces. It’s all part of the celebrity circle of life.

It’s time to move on to politics. If anybody has any idea what the hell Rev. Jeremiah Wright is trying to pull off, other than shameless self promotion, please let me know. What I don’t understand is why McCain’s association with Rev. Hagee doesn’t get the same scrutiny. Maybe we just expect Republicans to be aligned with religious whack jobs.

Time to wrap it up. I have to head over to Costco to get my four 50 lb. bags of rice.

10K

My blog reached 10,000 hits Thursday. Wouldn’t it have been nice if that individual had had something new to read instead of my stale 4/7 post?

I’ve been following a bit of the Democratic campaign. It’s amazing the shit people will do and say to become leader of the free world. I’ve been particularly interested in Hillary’s quest. I felt sorry for her the other day when I saw a clip of her shaking hands with a crowd. Somebody was pumping her arm so hard, while she had this smile frozen on her face, that I thought it was going to come out of its socket. I also appreciated seeing the multimillionaire populist having a shot and a beer at a bar in Indiana. She’s been playing up her Scranton roots for the PA primary. Apparently her old man was born there. I’ll soon be regaling you with stories of my Brooklyn roots.

As far as DJ, his existence has been as mundane as ever. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to write about it. I might have a bit more material if I had met TCG, The Exec and the numbers for a beer, and possibly a shot, last night as we had planned. However, I had to back out of our little compassion forum since I was a bit under the weather. What else? I did get a short haircut a few weeks back. One of my work buds said I looked like a convict. I took exception to that until I caught a bit of MSNBC’s Lock Up San Quentin. There was a guy in the yard giving haircuts just like mine.

I got a solicitation from an old high school friend for an education fund for our alma mater. I kicked in the recommended double sawbuck and then sent out a note to the class email distribution list. I explained that I would have given more but that 4M and The UK convinced me to try to play kingmaker on both sides of the aisle during one of our drunken dinners in Vegas last year. I was short because I ended up putting too much dough into the Gravel and Tancredo campaigns.

My 15 year old daughter went to her first concert recently. She saw Panic At The Disco at The Warfield in SF. I’m not familiar with their work. My first concert was J Geils and Yes at Gaelic Park in The Bronx. I think that was the summer of ’72 but I‘ll leave it up to my brother to correct me.

Blog Boy Blues

#2 sent me the article below today. I think he’s concerned about me and I appreciate it. I only wish I had the prescience of my friend The Exec. He realized early on that blogging was not a salubrious avocation, and gave it up quickly.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/06/technology/06sweat.html?em&ex=1207627200&en=69cf34c83a584d3f&ei=5087%0A

Then and Now

My weekly shopping trip sent me down memory lane today. I espied a bag of Tuscan Three Cheese Kettle Chips on the snack aisle. They had no such thing when I was a kid. The number of choices at the modern grocery store is stupefying. And I’m just talking about Safeway. Forget Draegers or some other high end places. I go there when I can’t make up my mind if I want Arborio or Calasparra rice.

OK DJ, what about memory lane? Don’t rush me! I was thinking about how much has changed. There are so many things in existence now, which we take for granted, that were unavailable in my childhood, e.g. computers, cell phones, boxer briefs. We didn’t have Tuscan Three Cheese chips but we did have Wise Cheez Waffles. The packaging was different but I’m sure the cheesy goodness is the same. I used to buy a big bag of them for a quarter, when I was flush. I recall once seeking refuge, with my loot, in the laundry room of an adjacent building in the apartment complex we lived in. I was the introspective type even then. I suppose that was the 1966 version of “taking space”. Either that or I was hiding from my mother so I could chow the whole bag down in one sitting. We also had Speed Racer, which I see they are making a feature film of now. I used to watch that back to back with Gigantor on one of the independent NYC channels, one of seven, including the networks, available to me on our one black and white TV. There was color TV back then, as well as power mowers and snow blowers, but my old man wasn’t going to waste his dough on that crap. I don’t blame him. He had two lawn mowers and snow shovelers consuming mass quantities of food in his house so expense controls were required.