PHMIGTDASUAF!! It’s Cookie Weekend 2009!!

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I’m reading ‘Farmer In The Sky’, watching ‘Gold Diggers Of 1935′, and talking to a strange White Rhino with ‘GSX13′ tattooed on to his colorless hide. Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all night! Literally! Don’t try the veal!

These will be the best cookies ever.
One Fourty Six AM. The house and surrounding neighborhood is filled with the scent of Chocolate Chip. I used Land O’ Lakes this year. Twenty or so boxes.
The Snicker Doodle dough is refrigerating overnight. It’s the big secret. An hour or two won’t do.
I’m thinking about a specific thing, something plaguing me for days.
The Pterosaur.
The first pterosaur to sustain flight. Think about that creature for a moment. A true air-swimmer, leaving the earth by pushing air down — what a feeling that must have been. There must have been such a feeling of freedom, of power — maybe even the weight of the future bearing down on the moment. Probably took the creature’s entire life to achieve it.
And once it succeeded — everyone had to upgrade.
Ding.
Comment on December 20, 2009 @ 1:54 am
I formally wish extremely mellow good fortune and peace, health and prosperity on everyone who has ever posted on this blog. It’s a narrow-beam send to Raisin Debt, whom I am worried about for some reason, O’Reilly, Max, Senrab, Sky, Cat-Eyes, Sluggo, Demonweed, Aldous, Begemotya, Murder Merchant, Blazestriker, Horsebadordies, Just Some Guy, Sgreen, Slickrock, and everyone else.
Here it comes, full force. Wish.
Ding.
Comment on December 20, 2009 @ 2:18 am
Ding.
Perhaps I shall take a break.
I went outside with the trash — it’s beautiful out there, a glowing fog, and I am the only person alive.
Wait, I hear a car.
Someone else is alive.
Good Night. Brownies tomorrow, and then Snicker Doodles by the hundreds.
Life is like a cookie.
Ha! Ya burnt!
Comment on December 20, 2009 @ 4:48 am
Part One of the most powerful song in the ‘Golddiggers Of 1935′, ‘The Lullaby Of Broadway’.
The acting was less than, the script slow at times, with some excellent work from veteran actors; the lead ingenue failed miserably — No Ginger, No Snap. Dick Powell does his job, but doesn’t seem happy. Hugh Herbert funny, neurotic, a little frightening, I don’t know why.
But this piece of the film. My god. It started and I thought, ‘here we go go, another big dance piece’ — and it proceeded to knock my socks off. Holy Cow. This will live forever.
The last Snicker Doodles have emerged; time to cut the brownies, assemble the magic boxes, and wash a billion things.
Cookie Weekend.
Comment on December 21, 2009 @ 12:47 am
The DVD I bought is much clearer than this — old-time black and white has a beautiful spirit to it, once one becomes attuned. Still — you get the idea. This is the most amazing part –
Fricking Amazing Shit. I’m blown away by Busby Berkeley.
Comment on December 21, 2009 @ 12:54 am