by Buck Sun, Aug 10, 2008

Hi Sports Fans,

While the Olympics play and atheletes compete in the games of ancient times, we sit and stare at little boxes of color and light. So pretty. They bring us happiness, joy, entertainment, and sometimes long lost friends.

Stiff Tiff

http://talkinghands73.blogspot.com/

Tiff started a new blog for her adventures in Atlanta with Tyger. Not only is she single, smart and hot on summer vacation with nothing to do, she's with her single, hot, smart friend. Yeah baby! Read of their adventures, their triumphs and defeats. She makes reading enjoyable. Just think of playboy without the pictures getting in the way.

Light Bright

Casper, long time friend of those of the game, still studies in Southern California. Soon she's be a doctor of numberology. Yes, a freaking doctor! I like math, but wow, a doctorate means you know as well love your subject. She's like the smartest person on the planet, not counting Stephen Hawking, and he's really that chess computer that beat the Russians. Freaking commies!

Buck in the Deep Down Town

So we've moved in. I'm still adjusting to having a woman in the house and she' adjusting to living with someone just one rung up from the monkeys in the zoo. In moving I found boxes I still had not opened in my last move! So I'm endevoring to go though my stuff (crap as she puts it) and try to trim the chaff from the honey oats. I hate fiber. I've gone through one box! Woohoo! A huge turkeybowl box of various items. Pictures, hall of fame memoriabilia and operations things. Going through old pictures and items, makes me think of the gone past. The good times, and the sweet bitter bad times. You remember what you've lost, what you have, and you're left. With the facts of life.

My apartment is a mix of old and new and apparently while the previous tenant tried to fix things, he wasn't freaking Mcguyver. He wasn't even a dorky nerd sidekick. It was as if Mcguyver and Hellen Keller had a kid. Then that kid had Muscular Distrophy. This is the home improvment genius we're talking about. Duct tape to fix drywall holes. Phone lines that are dead, some with 4....6..or 8 wires! Most of which, don't work. I had to break out a freaking meter to get the phone working. Thankfully since I'm a freaking genius I got the phone AND DSL baby! Yes, I am that good.

Funky Time

We saw Step Brothers last week and Pineapple Express this week. While I could appreciate some of the Seth Rogan and pot humor and it had some class lines, I think Farrell stepped it up a notch and I got some better laughs at Step Brothers. There were slow moments, and I was dead tired at Step Brothers, but its a good flick. At least matinee for both of them. And if not that, Netflix them you cheap fuck!

Anyone calls me Frances. And I'll kill them.

So Franco is still alive and well. I know, with Franco those three words should not be in the same sentence. He is however having fun, working and living the life we could not give him as a child. We all are rooting for him and whatever lifestyle he chooses and partner he chooses. We'll still love him.

 

Later

Buck