Odd Still Life My Odd Still Life (In A Few Well And/Or Badly Chosen Words)

Bawk! Bawk! Bawk! Y’all!

Here's the story. I wrote a second post for Sunday. It was more a "rant" than anything else. I was feeling that something wrong had been . . . well, that doesn't matter now. I took a deep breath, procrastinated for about 12 hours and my hot head cooled down and I decided not to add my two cents to an argument that was not  all that well thought out by the person who initiated it. ( I will not say who I will just nod and wink in their direction .  Hahahaha. ) I might post that "rant" at a later date, especially if my head becomes too warm again. ( Which is possible. Just knowing the worst Republican in the history of the word "republic" is President Of The United States tends to make my temples reach an adequate temperature to fry bacon.  -- Not that W. had anything "specific" to do with my feelings, but other Republicans certainly did. )

So, what else? I watched a fairly decent horror movie today with the worst ending since . . . oh, e-v-e-r! This movie is called "Boogeyman" and it looks like they ran out of budget before they could finish --- the SCRIPT! I mean, seriously! Tell us something. Who? What? When? Where? Why? The answer to any one of those questions would've been more acceptable than what we were left with. I will not tell you the last line of the film, because it would give away the --- for lack of a better word --- ending of the movie, but let me just give you my personal response to the last line. "How do you know? How did anything you just did or saw lead you to that conclusion?" If it had been an excellent film I would've wound up pulling my hair out over that damn ending, but it was only a fair movie, with a little backstory and a few interesting moments. In other words it was a B- movie with a F- ending. (The mother! For Pete's freakin' sake explain the mother!) Enough! I will no longer think about that ending or that film. Period. Thank you.

We've run out of movies to watch on the Starz ( at least for the next few days ) so I watched The Closer tonight. Decent show. Good characters. One big problem. After I watch that show I tend to sound like I came from the back woods of Alabama ( which I did ). I'll be saying "y'all" and "yes'm" and "ovah hyeah" or " ovah yondah " for the next 24 hours unless I get to watch a British movie ( or Craig Ferguson ) in the next little while. After watching a proper English film I tend to mind my "Ps and Qs" language wise ( and after Craig I almost wind up with a Scottish accent ).

Well, let's see, what have we learned this evening. That I'm a big, fat, southern fried, Democratic chicken from the back woods of Alabama. That's pleasant. I will attempt, in the future to be less of a chicken, more of a Democrat, and I may or may not end every post with the words "See y'all tomarrah. Yah hyear." Hahahah! Goodnight, y'all.