Friday Night and Spring Will Arrive

Having restarted blogging yesterday, after several months of not blogging, I am going to send another post into cyberspace, even though the past 24 hours have consisted of going to work early in the morning, coming back to my pad, watching General Hospital, taking a nap, watching Dirty Jobs, and then exploring Youtube (some interesting Carlos Gardel videos, and Men on Football from In Living Color) and waiting for the ten p.m. news. Found out this morning that a well-liked former boss at work we had has died in Arizona. He basically drank himself to death, and was something of a relic from hippy times, but he was a good boss and saved our jobs several years ago after he replaced another boss who drank himself to death and was a human mess. Goodbye Ed. We will miss you. On Dirty Jobs right now Mike Rowe is watching llamas screwing.
Poor Barbaro was put to sleep a couple of months ago, and there was brief mention of the passing of Yvonne DeCarlo, except that she was Lillie Munster and had a role in The Ten Commandments--nothing about her long career as a B-movie star. There was odd skimpy coverage about the death and career of James Brown. His death took on Frankie Lyman angles, when several women and kids claiming to be his heirs showed up. He was finally buried a couple weeks ago. The Anna Nicole Smith death has been covered beyond sense, even though her life was a sad mess and I can't think of any contribution she made to human advancement. Several guys claiming to be the daddy of her baby appeared, her awful mother showed up, and her long-lost father was found.
Hillary and Barak have both been in Iowa recently, being adored by their fans, and she is coming back to town Monday morning. So, that means he will also be back soon.
This is going to be all for tonight, because I am getting drowsy. Warm weather is gradually moving into the heartland, and I got the shorts out of the clothes bag, and have been wearing them, after they got whiny about being put away since last fall. So, the gang is happy now, waiting to be put on my body though the summer season. Good things come to pants who wait.
Di di mau!