Weeds Rocks

Isn't it all about creating successive seasons of programs to be syndicated? Why keep spending money to stay at the bleeding edge of the art when you can relax the artsy fartsy and pull in returns as the bleeding edge of ROI? There are many, many "lessor" markets. As providers repackage pre-existing content, shows reach new eyeballs and an ever growing audience. As subscribers we fund these creative efforts. We are supporting the "start-up fees" for creating this great show. By the time we get the chance to watch the show, we're reduced to watching them in syndication.

Dry Brush

So every time the environment is disrupted, whether it's civilizations crumbling or forest fires consuming vast acres of wooded land, it will be up to the inhabitants of that land to thrive or fail.   I was horrified to discover that there is a pile of cleared shrubbery, approximately the size of this house, sitting at the edge of a freshly-cleared field which focuses and strengthens even the faintest coastal breeze which, years ago, would have been absorbed by a thick forest of old-growth redwood trees.   I would like to propose that neighboring property owners be notified in writing, with return receipt as acknowledgement and subsequently a confirming text message, before a significant "burn event" take place.   Any occasion that features open flames shall be considered a significant "burn event," or "S.B.E." There was a horrible moment when an unattended burn pile burst back to life late on a Sunday. The weekend had been beautiful and relaxing, watching my neighbors working over their burn pile. Perhaps, had I offered to mind the fire they might have not left the area without attempting to speak with the neighbors.   "Is there anybody sleeping in there? 'Cause we're going to be burning some dry brush over herel Yes, this pile of stuff we cleared from the land next to your house. it was home to over 500 species, some not very nice to wake up with, and they'll all be eager to find a new place to live once we light up this mess.

Rhyme and Reason Update

Stories of the plantation conflagration were greatly exaggerated.   Rhyme and Reason did indeed decide to take one of the golf carts for a spin, but only as far as to get them from the spot in which the cart was parked to the wall of the house, where they pinned roommate Burt against the wall and repeatedly rammed into his knees with the cart. Poor dears had mistaken the "gas" pedal for the "brake" pedal, but haven't we all, at one time or another? It was easy to see why they were so upset after all of that excitement, and had to be rushed home by their father just as soon as he got back from admiring the beautifully hand painted pavillion, where he would soon be pledging his undying devotion to the beloved mother of his brood.   Worst case scenario will be presented after the broken leg is reset tomorrow. At minimum six weeks with absolute minimum standing and/or walking about are anticipated.   The question that most presses on my mind?   Will they be having their wedding on the property, then?

A Can of Gasoline and a Golf Cart

So this is no exageration, I promise you.   I was on the phone with a friend who has a beautiful island home with macadamia nut orchards and tents and flowing fabrics. There is a variety of outbuildings, vehicles, gardens, fountain, magical moments and precious objets that they've accumulated over a lifetime of collecting and creating beautiful things. "Chickenville" is inhabited by three dozen or so hens and a half dozen roosters of five different breeds who are pretty much living off of his handouts (and chicken feed is expensive, even at the island Walmart!)   They often make their home available for weddings. Sometimes a fee is paid, but as often it can be a favor to some family, as an aloha.   At the start of our conversation, he said that a couple was touring the property for their upcoming wedding, and that they had brought three small children with them. I guessed that they wanted to wait until the boys were at least old enough to enjoy the wedding, but I never would have guessed the three little boys' names: "Rhyme," "Reason," and "Chorus."   We were discussing flooring options, the progress of his sister's house, and Antiques Roadshow when I heard Sydney barking. (Sydney is Stephen's vigilant Papillon, the most brilliant and cunning canid I've known.)   Stephen left the phone for a moment and returned, briefly, to say that someone was shouting about a golf cart and a can of gasoline.   Apparently left unsupervised while their parents oohed and ahhed over the setting for their  upcoming event, the boys went exploring.   They soon came upon the two golf carts, parked next to the lanai. They're kept close by and fully charged, because Stephen uses them to drive around the property distributing animal feed, changing water, working with the plants, toting fuel for the heavy equipment, and all sorts of unimaginably rough-and-tumble ranch chores.   It seems that Rhyme and Reason had also found a butane lighter, one of which Stephen is in the habit of always having within easy reach. Rhyme and Reason wondered together what it would take to set a building on fire. Taking stock of their inventory, which included a large can of gasoline, a butane lighter, and two golf carts, they decided to race the golf carts down to the chicken coops and find out!   By the time my friend got to the edge of the lanai, there was no Rhyme or Reason, but little Chorus was telling him all about it. They were going to be in so much trouble! How exciting!

Canid Camera

So here's a brief of my book idea. Picture book, images from the dog's perspective. We can either create these images from whole cloth, or re-create digital images captured by our special "Canid Camera" that is a discretely disguised digital camera sewn into the dog's collar, tags, or poop-bag holder. Perhaps some piece of jewelry on a cleverly tailored seasonal frock, if the dog is so inclined.   Isabella can be the hostess/narrator. For added credibility, she can have a digital video camera with GPS capabilities surgically implanted in her left eye socket.   Well, Isabella doesn't really have to be in the book. She's the publisher.   Maybe there could be segments based on dogs? Match the dog with the neighborhood? We could pick breeds that we feel give a distinctive representation of the dog's home turf.   In each episode we introduce our dog characters to the audience.  We can use a single dog narrator, or a different one in every episode. A beloved canine will be walked in a different part of town. The dog will be doing its best to explore and learn about the neighborhood, while urgently seeking out a safe and hygienic place to do their business. From the dog's perspective, we can gain an entirely unexpected new appreciation for things that we have come to take for granted.

Re: "52-year-old guy here, looks mid-30s tops"

When I'm in a particularly cunty mood and encounter a queen such as yourself who has deluded himself into thinking he looks "10 years younger" (though in your case the delusion pushes even further, close to the brink of 20 years) and asks me how old I think he is, I tell him and am usually right on mark plus or minus a year or two. Here's why everyone, except maybe the stupidest twinks in the universe, knows you're 52: 1. The wrinkles. Unless you've Madonnaed yourself full of Restylane, Botox, Artefill and every other filler known to man, they're always -- and I mean ALWAYS -- a giveaway. 2. The skin tone. Skin naturally sags as one gets older. Even if you juice and have 20-inch biceps, the amount of collagen in your skin goes down year by year. Even if you're in fantastic shape with less than 10% bodyfat, I'm betting that if you looked in the mirror at your underwear line along your back, you'd see skin hanging over it. Unless you've had a lower neck lift, you most likely have some turkey-waddling going on as well. NO ONE in their 30s has that. 3. The hands. BIGGEST giveaway of all, and none of the celebrities who've had even the best and/or most extensive facial work done -- Michelle Pfeiffer, Sharon Stone, Nicole Kidman, Madonna, Cher, etc. -- can effectively hide their gnarled granny hands. by: 36 and look 36 reply 74 06/20/08 @11:46

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Rapunzel, Rapunzel

What do you do up in the tower all day, but obsess?

Watch the waves crashing on the rocks below.

Watch the seagulls and pelicans flock around beneath you as they take the navigational turn around the bluffs.

The harbor seals look like lifeless grey slugs on the rocks, while the seas crash around them. It must be exhausting trying to fight against rough seas, so the cleverer of the seals hunkers down. When they are in the water, they are moving very quickly and with great agility. When they are out of the water, they are exhausted and relieved for the chance to relax on a nice safe rock. It would be difficult for a predator to sneak up on them to grab a quick snack, and if something tasty swims by them as they are saving up their calories they can motivate themselves to roll or dive off and give chase.