Every Direction...

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As this post will jump here, there and everywhere, I might as well use a decent post title and, at the same time, render a tribute to That Girl’s site "Every Direction". She is cool, she doesn’t like to freeze in the snow and I really like her blog, so I see no reason either why I couldn’t honor her with a warm tribute-in-title today. That said, I’ll now move on to another business...

I never really knew who really killed Laura Palmer… and truly I never really cared either. There is a TV channel re-running Twin Peaks, long past midnight, and I’ve been trying to watch it to see what is it that drove people so crazy when this show first aired on TV and… so far, I still don’t get it. And I like mysteries and detectives flicks, but…

The above said, I must also state here that I never really liked REM and I still don’t. The strange thing is that I can hear them with an objective mind and even recognize all the innovations and contributions they’ve made within their musical gender, but I still don’t like them. I think there is a case of bad chemistry associated with this and I sure as hell don’t know why…

Both previous paragraphs written, I now clarify that this is important information. I’ve often been given some serious menacing looks when I state either of the two things above and I would like to avoid disappointments in case my autobiography ever comes out in the market. No, I didn’t (nor wanted to) watch Twin Peaks! and no, I don’t like REM!. This sorted out, when time comes for you to read the recollection of my life, I do not want to hear any “What??!! You didn’t like Twin Peaks! You motherf***!!”

Biographically speaking, I’ve often commented to Mrs. G that I’m almost 35 and maybe I should write my own bio-book by now, but she usually looks at me in a strange way and just says “Yeah boy. Go ahead. Do it. And write all about your interesting life” with that tone in her voice that I (call me susceptible) feel is more appropriate for getting rid of pestering, little kids… I often tell her too that she should pay more attention to anything I say, because I have these moments when lots of ideas come out of my head and I’m sure more than one of them is probably a genius-like revelation that could make us rich and famous, but she usually looks at me in a strange way again and just says “Yes, maybe I should” with that same tone I just described two lines above and, BANG!, there she brings me down again … I’ve read that genius dudes pop out ideas out of their heads like water out of a crazy sprinkler, so who says I cannot become one if I keep dumping garbage out from my brain all the time???!!! (well, Mrs G is one who says no…)… About the bio-book, well, I’ve got a life, don’t I?!! And I’m sure there is a zillion things I’ve been through that people would just kill to read about! (“Yeah boy, bla, bla, bla…”)

These latter clarified, I now inform you that my mom called me yesterday and told me what a great time they all just had at Disney, last week. This was sort of a family reunion where all the penguins of my family (except for this penguin writing here) got together, so my beautiful mom kept me over an hour on the phone, giving me that careful and detailed story of adventures that all Grandmas let out when they talk about their grandchildren. I will not reproduce that “delicious” summary here, as I feel a lot of respect for all of you and, yes, I do want you to keep visiting this site. Truly important here is the fact that they had a great time and I KNOW, FOR SURE, that is undoubtedly due to the fact that Disney is within the realms of the Peanut Kingdom that our beloved Peanut Queen runs so smoothly. Majestad, thankyouverymuch and mil besos desde aquí!.

Speaking of penguins, it is also my duty here to grant the proper recognition to Brian (from the blog The State I'm In) for providing the right answer to the question posted on my previous post. Yes, dude, you rule! That penguin on my profile is called Opus and he was one of the main characters of the Bloom County comic strips, back in the eighties (he later reappeared on a strip called Outland and, if my fonts are not lying to me, he has made a new return to Sunday comics on a strip titled after him, which only runs on a few selected newspapers throughout The States). Na?ve, existentialist and good-willed, Opus was created by cartoonist Berkeley Breathed, back in a lucky time when you could open Sunday strips on the US and read on the same page masterpieces such as Gary Larson’s The Far Side, Bill Waterson’s Calvin and Hobbes and Gary Trudeau’s Doonesbury. A glorious (and intelligent) moment in the history of American newspaper strips that I often doubt it will ever repeat…

Well, seeing that I’ve mentioned two fellow bloggers in the last two paragraphs and another one in the starting lines of this text, I might as well keep on with it and dedicate a few words of farewell to our friend Happy and Blue2. If you’ve ever been to HB2’s site you know perfectly well then how much he will be missed. If you’ve never been there, well, you’ve still got his archives and (believe me) they are really worth reading. His departure from the blogosphere is certainly gloomy news, but I cannot do anything but wish him all the best in whatever he’s up to now (probably running deer with his bike or something like that…). We’ll miss you Happy. Best of lucks and Take care!

On the other hand… well, nothing on the other hand really… I’ve just got to put like a hundred stamps on some envelopes and, scientifically speaking, we could say I’m neglecting my duties…

We’ll catch up with conversation some other time! HAVE A NICE DAY!!!


(reading around, I’ve seen there seems to be some turbulent waters in some corners of the blogosphere. A special kiss to all of you who are going through some rough moments. Hang on!. It’ll soon be over. I’m sure!) ;)