Annette | December 15, 2009
That’s the title of George Carlin’s posthumously published sortabiography, finished by Tony Hendra, a funny, funny, smart man who had been Carlin’s friend for many decades, and with whom he’d started work on this project many years ago.
Right after the table of contents, and just before Hendra’s introduction, there is this small statement:
It says “Gee, [...]
Annette | December 9, 2009
and I’m lucky enough to have some of them as friends. The dog is pure lagniappe, for sure. Cuter than all of us put together.
But, when Rosemary backed the right guy for President – alas, things go awry – she managed to get her picture taken with him:
And Harry, who loves James as [...]
Annette | December 8, 2009
He would have been ninety-five years old today. Hard to imagine, but numbers don’t lie. Fortunately, he doesn’t have that kind of infirmity to contend with, having shuffled off his mortal shell long before it became too burdensome.
When it finally mattered, he showed his greatest gift: he got the hell out of [...]
Annette | December 3, 2009
It’s not like my wonderful pal is a conspiracy theorist of any kind, but it never hurts to have a tin hat handy, just in case:
Annette | December 2, 2009
Little Boy is at it again, looking at another weekend where he’ll be out on his property, disguised as a buck or something, wearing an antler hat and a bright orange vest, designed to fool any deer that wanders by, for sure.
I mean, what’s more attractive to an innocent woodland creature than a [...]
Annette | December 1, 2009
It was maybe twenty years ago. I was dallying in San Francisco, caught up with yet another handsome and stupid man with a silver Porsche and the intelligence of wallpaper.
But he was pretty. And he had excellent table manners. Looked wonderful in a tux, and really was very presentable if you didn’t [...]
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