Miscellany

Sorry, fellow travelers. My wandering ways took me out of town this past weekend for a bit of quality time with Mrs. Vagabond. For some strange reason, Mrs. Vagabond does not consider watching me type on my laptop to be "quality time". My apologies for the neglect but, after all, Mrs. Vagabond's other nickname is "She Who Must Be Obeyed." You married guys understand. For those guys out there who are single and snickering, just wait. Someday you too will obey. For the ladies in the audience, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know and exploit.

Just went to see the new apocalyptic F/X fest "2012". I found it to be two plus hours of delicious eye candy, ridiculous enough in it's own Hollywood way, yet well worth the price of a ticket if you like to see things getting destroyed on a biblical scale by an angry cosmos. Just after seeing the movie, I read that NASA actually felt the need to issue a press release to tell folks that the world will not actually come to an end in the year 2012. Really? . . . Really? For those of you who want to read this rather incredible piece of news, it can be found here. I know I shouldn't be surprised by the fact that gullible, ignorant rubes are grabbing any excuse to stockpile ammo and canned goods in the cellar but, come on, NASA puts out a press release due to public clamor and anxiety? Who actually believes this tripe? Evidently way to many folks! Come on, people, do we really need to put public funds and resources into placating idiots who believe this? How many times in the history of the world have people climbed the mountain in anticipation of the end of the world, only to slink back down embarrassed and desperately trying to justify their prediction? Answer: MANY,MANY TIMES! Give it up, folks! If it does happen, you won't be ready, you won't survive, so just pour your favorite libation and greet the end in style.

Another fact that's racing around my synapses causing damage involves the upcoming summer Olympics in London. Word is out on the entertainment and we are going to have . . . Wait for it . . . The Spice Girls. England has how many world class, brilliant musicians who are entitled to put "Sir" in front of their name and the best they can do is the fucking Spice Girls? What about Sir Elton, Sir Paul, Sir Cliff . . . For God's sake how about the Rolling fucking Stones??? Even Sting, who is a musical motherfucking genius, is a Commander of the British Empire!!! The best you all can do for the Olympics is the Spice Girls??? That would be like we Americans putting on an Olympics and using Vanilla Ice as the opening act. As an amateur historian, who specializes in the British Empire period, I am aghast. Please let sanity break out and change this heinous abuse of the Olympic tradition.

Dare I speak about Sarah Palin's book? Does she take any responsibility about anything that has happened in her life? To hear her say it, Charlie Gibson, Katie Couric, John McCain's staffers and Levi whatsisname are to blame for all of her miscues and family problems. Talk about the vast anywing conspiracy . . . Hey Sarah, how about realizing that your hubris has outrun your qualifications??? Stick to shooting moose, salmon fishing and raising your Walmart family and please, please forget about trying to lead a country you have no flipping clue about.

Thanks, fellow travelers, for listening to things that randomly appeared in the Vagabond's brain during the weekend couples retreat. More structured posts are coming in the near future.