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Dear the People,

It has come to my attention that I have not updated my blog, "Better Cats and Gardens," in a number of days.

This is because I have not been writing well this week. You know how this goes I believe. You click and you clack at this keyboard and the and the words do not the words do the not words not they come. Is what I am saying to you.

But here is become today and prompted by the concerns of devoted friends and readers I shall attempt a day by day update for this week. More to the point I shall bang and clang at these letter keys until all the words are spelled out.

Tuesday:

A day of civic duty. Election in Oregon: And you know who there was to vote for. I voted for him, not her, though the choice was difficult.

The interesting thing: Oregon (dear Pennsylvanians) has mail-in ballots. That means on Tuesday I sat at my desk looking over the various candidates for various offices and with one exception (county commissioner) had no idea who they were. So, voting consisted of about an hour of research, with every choice based on issues and not name recognition or television.

After voting I went directly across the street to the happy local brewpub for a taste of American democracy. Dead Guy was back on tap and, wouldn't you know it but the Candidate For Commissioner was there (you know which one, Chris's guy, I shan't say his name on this public blog). He had already gotten my vote on account of he's a Democrat and I had had a beer with him before. (No, it was a glass of wine, at the wine bar.) He didn't win but I was still happy to be there and of course that other one, The One I Hate, the Incumbant, lost. (Word is she's blaming the local Liberal Media...meaning, I guess, the right-wing paper and the other right-wing paper...for ensuring the victory of...another conservative...Is it too much to compare it to Pol Pot blaming all the Khmer Rouge's failings on the Vietnamese?)

Tuesday ended on a high note.

Wednesday:

Then came Wednesday, or as I would like to call it, Nerd Day. Keeping with my tradition of coming five years too late to the party, I spent Wednesday watching every episode of the first season of Battlestar Galactica. And, um, Holy Freaking Shit. This is the best American science fiction TV show in.... I don't know maybe ever.

Here is an aside: What are the best American sci fi shows? I would say the top five are: The original Star Trek; the original Twilight Zone; Firefly; Babylon 5; Battlestar Galactica. But in what order do they fall?

So seriously, Battlestar Galactica is so fucking awesome I don't even know what to do.

Thursday:

Thursday I woke up from strange dreams to discover that my left hand was stained with blood. I tried to wash it off in the shower. It would not wash off. Two thoughts: 1) This is a terrible omen, what are the gods trying to tell me? 2) On the other hand, it's kind of yellowish...Could it be jaundice????

The day went by as days will do. It was cold and late in May, I was enraged with the Oregon sky. (I still am by the way).

Then I went and saw the new Indiana Jones.

My (spoiler-containing) review:

It is of course exactly what you were expecting. Lots of big stupid action scenes and explosions and really dumb escapes and random snatches of moronic dialog. The Kid is in this movie, of course; it's not his worst role (that would be Wesley Crusher), but it's not his best either. (His best is Unforgiven).

So it starts with just random fights and shooting stuff which I'm pretty okay with. Then the racist undertones emerge. First the Russians are trying to control our minds. Okay, that's fine, Cold War nostalgia. But then we go to South America to find a lost city. And the Indians who lived there are somehow Nazca who spoke Quechua and "Mayan" even though that doesn't make any sense. Also, they lived there 6,000 years ago, even though the Nazca lines were done (I think) 1700 years ago. And, they're retarded savages who jump around like the Moria goblins in The Fellowship of the Ring and are (seriously and unequivocally) portrayed as having the intelligence level of ants. It's okay though because they're unceremoniously slaughtered by the Russians...you know how Russians are. And also, of course, they didn't build their own city: No, that was the aliens, because you know that Indians didn't build anything, it had to have been Celts, or maybe Egyptians or, no, it was the lost tribes of Israel, wait, that's retarded, I guess it was aliens.

Okay so I was sitting there being pissed off about all this but then I realized the movie was about freaking aliens so I was happy. 6 out of Good.

Friday:

Oh I forgot to mention on Thursday I played the single best hand of Rummy of my life. 220 points. On one hand. I didn't know such a thing was even possible.

Okay so then it was Friday. Before work I watched the first episode of Season 2 of Battlestar Galactica. Then I came all over the place. Then I noticed that there was a milk dud stuck to my jeans from the movie theater last night. I pealed it off and wore them anyway. That brings us roughly to the present.

Today I shall update this blog more than once. There is a small host of saved unpublished posts waiting for their chance to be read. Perhaps I shall post some of them. Perhaps not.

Sincerely,

"Steve"