Bitch, moan and dish

It is pitiful when a grown man with a megaphone engages in a repeated public renting of garments and plaintiff blubbering about his sorry lot. Especially when his misery is largely self imposed. (see bad buy-ed.)

Notwithstanding this fact, it has been a wretched week, in a wretched month and I honestly find little to commend this whole 2013th year of ours. Of course I take solace in the fact that it can always get worse.

It got so bad today I decided to consult the old Chinese oracle. Retreat, first and fifth line changing. Sommers, you are treading on dangerous ground. The worst place to be in a retreat, right on the front lines. Not good to lounge around in the snapping jaws of the lion's mouth while plotting your next move. Of course unfortunately, that is where my clan feels most comfortable. Does wonders for your adrenaline. How did the old song go, never did nothing that my spirit couldn't kill.

I get the third leg of the show trifecta tomorrow, my Belmont Stakes up north. Getting a little barn sour after the bad works and failure to hit the old pay window. So shoot me already.

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Dropped my phone and busted it in O.B. the other day while waiting for Les to arrive from Dallas. She was driving back there with her brother when some girl broadsided them and now her neck is sore and her headaches are worse. Really sucks.

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If Verizon doesn't screw up the new HTC-One too badly I am seriously thinking of getting it. Sexy phone. Reports are that they want to rename it the butterfly and I am afraid that would be a deal killer.

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Had a high pressure main line break and the four hour fix didn't work. I woke up this morning to the bucolic sound of water bubbling out of the ground like a desert spring. I have been fixing irrigation for about 40 years but learned a new trick from the neighbor.

Being at the bottom of a mountain, the water coming down from on high, we get enormous pressure. It takes hours sometimes to clear the water out of the lines to make a proper fix. You can't use red hot pvc glue on high pressure mains because it won't hold. Ditto the blue, the grey is best.

So he let me in on an old plumbers secret. You stuff the pipe with bread and it absorbs the excess water and doesn't kill your pvc joint, which needs to be dry. Eventually it blows out the pipes. In a remarkable show of kismet and the good lord's divine plan, a greek friend gave me half a loaf of bread yesterday (we had none in the house) and I was able to try the cure. So far the pipe is holding.

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I caught a painting in the act of sliding over and taking out a $4500 zuni olla today so maybe, just maybe my luck is turning.

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They sealed the genetics thread that I had done my rabble rousing on. Funny thing, you rarely if ever meet a racist who is willing to admit he's a racist. Even that guy over at the Heritage Foundation who thinks Mexicans are stupid.

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News today that the United States State Department is now carrying water for Monsanto. Now they effectively own all three branches of government. Soon we will work them into the Pledge of Allegiance.

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The worst story of the week is the one Wasem sent me about the Bakersfield cops beating the poor "possibly drunk" man to death and confiscating all the passersby's cellphones that had recorded the incident. You know they will walk. It's a good old boy town. I watched one of the videos and it was truly sickening. Don't be hispanic in Bakersfield. It could get you killed. Sheriff might have a shot in Obama's Justice Department.

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I actually talked to my mother on Mother's day. I thought that I was home free when I got the answering machine but she called me back and I didn't recognize the number. I got a half hour dissertation on her fatalities so she must be doing all right. We had a little kerfuffle last fall and a long period of silence but I did my duty and all is now peachy.

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I loved this story, Joe Biden endorsing bullets made of chocolate.

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I was listening to a Grateful Dead show on Sirius today and thinking damn, it has been such a long time. Over forty years ago I listened to the infamous Wall of Sound at the Cow Palace in Daly City. I had seen the Dead many times back east but this was my first West Coast Dead concert. Where the hell did the time go and why didn't they warn us that we would never be able to have that kind of fun again?

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New study out that weed helps bladder cancer. Didn't help mine, I had about six surgeries for it, but it certainly helped with the long term recovery... My recurring kidney, bladder and ureter cancer was probably caused by some of the lethal solvents that I was breathing in my sign shop.

It is a terrible catch 22, still classified as a worthless, dangerous substance, scientists aren't even allowed to study it properly. Raise your hands if you thought that things would be different with this president. Bastards.