TUESDAY, OCTOBER 30


Today is very light posting. I was in Roswell all day, trying to cope with 2 hour's sleep.  I came in and fell asleep for nearly 3 hours.  I'm posting this and then I am going to see if I can sleep off some of this insomnia!

Robert Goulet, the man with hormones for vocal chords died today.  When I mentioned this to my mother, she was in the process of shoot her cat-food eating skunks in the rear with Fabreze.  She handed the phone over to my father who mentioned he’d first heard of Goulet way back when he and my mother bought their first “stereo” (one of those huge cabinet things that was more a piece of furniture than machine).  My mother then comes back, victorious over tonight’s round with the skunks, and grabs the phone, “Where are my Robert Goulet records, anyway?”  My sister made the mistake of giving the parents a small stereo system with a turn-table for their old records last year for Christmas.  Yep – you know what’s coming next.

Well, it’s like this – The only time I ever had a blank, signed check from the pater was once a semester at Clemson when I got to make THE TRIP TO THE CAMPUS BOOK STORE!  I may be giving away a few trade secrets here.  My books weren’t all that expensive.  It was all that other good stuff I bought at the same time that doubled the “price of my text books”.  We’re talking albums, novels, make-up, gadgets, Clemson stuff a Freshman disparately needed, etc. Back then, albums were maybe $5.99.  You could pick up Nunsuch classical ditties for $3.99.  (Where else do you think I acquired my Beethovan collection? One year that’s when I managed to legitimize purchasing the entire Robert Goulet collection.  (I needed study music). I was ‘cursed’ to be forced to live at home while going to college.  My bedroom was maybe 20 feet from the parents’.  The Battle of the Beatles, Monkees, and Raiders long over, my mother and I came to a quick agreement over Robert Goulet.

Then my sister and I had an apartment in Atlanta while she was going to nursing school at Georgia Baptist.  ALL, and I do mean all the Robert Goulet records moved to Atlanta, including my mother’s. Then my sister was married.  The albums moved to Columbia, Missouri, Galveston, then to Memphis.  A few years ago I was looking for MY Robert Goulet albums and discovered she had them.  A fight ensued.  She kept the albums.  I downloaded the contents there-of from I-Tunes, so we were all happy.

All was happy until this evening, when my mother demanded to know where her Robert Goulet records were.  And that is my version and I’m sticking too it. If I were a decent person, I would download my Robert Goulet collection onto her Ipod Nano, but I’m not that good a person.


Media Bias down under style

Interesting new facts about sleep disorders.  Considering I’m now averaging about 2 hours a night, I’m beginning to sympathize, lots. l

There is some interesting new underground dino news.

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