Sunday Night Victory

The Bears pulled off a 3 point win over the Broncos in a Sudden death overtime game this evening. Great game that had me on the edge of the chair all the last half. Hester and Rex the Great did it. So, now it is time to calm down and wait for next week. Life does go on. Fires have broken out in the Malibu area again and are burning more houses. Drudge has a bit that the London Times is claiming that Hilary and the woman working as her assistant are lovers. Victory, tragedy, and trash are all the stuff in the news. And there is supposed to be an Israeli-Palistinian peace conference in Annapolis, with a lot of Mid East diplomats coming to the thing. The score of the Bears-Broncos game was 37-33. I found a tape at a thrift store of a goofy movie called Sonny Boy--about a kid who was raised by a trash couple to be a criminal (they cut out his tongue) but he is redeemed by the love of a girl. The main reason to watch this thing is to see David Carradine play a transvestite, whose death scene is actually very moving. Sonny Boy is actually listed by a number of bloggers as one of their favorite movies. I am typing this entry with no paragraph breaks. I did have a good Thanksgiving with my family Thursday, which was the day of the first snow in the heartland. Not a major snow, but at least five people in Iowa were killed in car wrecks on the slick roads. I am going to wind up this blogging, and let my fans and devotees get back to what you are doing. It will be time for bed in a little while. So, you all take care. Di di mau!