Cold Cold Cold

Very dark and cold on this Sunday night. We have winter every year, so there should be no trauma or sadness about it, but I feel gloomy for some reason, and want to blame it on the season. Poor me. I am going to have to accept O as president, even if I am leary about him being our Leader. I am leary about his biography and a lot of the people he listens to, and a lot of his ideas--such as that the Constitution and the total of American history suck. The other day he made a comment about his bi-racialness and referred to himself as a Mutt. No one in the media made anything of this, but it bothered me. Going on to other things, I am half watching a video of Our Friends and Neighbors--a high rated movie which seems to be about a bunch of yuppies with relationship angst. They fuck and they talk and so far that is all they have done. Some time I will have to just sit and watch what it is that they are doing. Maybe there is something in this flick, but so far I have not seen much. I found a video at a thrift store of The Time Machine--from 1960 with Rod Taylor and Yvette Mimieux--that is a favorite with the geeks on Big Bang Theory. Maybe sometime I should actually read HG Wells' original story. A somewhat dated and clumsy movie, but in 1960 nuclear destruction of the world was a very topical situation--actually it still is. I hope O matures into a good president from a Chicago slacker hustler. This is going to be all for right now. You all take care. Di di mau!