Well, well! Someone suggested I better put something on the web-site (and they didn't mean blog) before I went to the Fair, because otherwise, nothing would happen until September. If you check the main-site you will see I have gotten in just under the deadline. The KSTP story continues and I wrap up Green Bay.

My usual day to State Fair it is the first Monday. Not because it is Senior Citizen day, but because that's when my family goes and I go when they go. While they were eating cheese curds and cream puffs, I can only hope a bucket of cookies makes it north. Maybe I'll go on Labor Day. Or not. That's too far ahead to plan. Damn, I love the fair and I am seriously depressed I wasn't there today.

Has everyone seen Superbad? I love that movie. It's just the sophomoric humor that makes me laugh my ass off. Don't take anyone to see it who is easily offended. It is very offensive. There are more offensive movies though. Deuce Bigelow. Probably more offensive. Neither of the Deuce movies are nearly as offensive as Ocean's 13. Or 12. Since it has been so long since I graced my blog with content, if you like a non-stop chase movie then you'll like the Bourne Ultimatum. The critics just hated the remake of Invasion of the Body Snatchers but it wasn't totally horrible. I give it 2 stars. Tomorrow (Tuesday) I'm going to see the Mormons massacre the Christians. Of maybe Jet Li massacre the Chinese. This will be interesting because Jet Li has retired from those 'defy-the-laws-of-physics-marshal-arts-movies' and is just doing 'action movies' now. The only problem with going to see three or four movies in one week is popcorn consumption. At least I order it plain.

All summer I have experienced a strange ennui. At the same time there is a tension, a feeling that I am not doing something that I should be doing. I should start drinking. When I was killing time in San Francisco I loved to go to the library and browse through the old copies of Time or Life magazine. From the 30's. 40's. What was considered interesting is interesting but the ads are fascinating. The railroad companies touted the luxury of travel by train. Did people really dress up in suits, ties, and dresses and sip adult beverages in the club car? And what could be finer than dinner in the diner?...damn! One product was advertised more than any other. Laxatives. At least every other page..a laxative ad. Brands of laxatives totally strange to me. I can only come to one conclusion. People in the 30's were pretty plugged up. Maybe THAT explains Hitler. I know, as a child, I got cod liver oil. The bottle was in the fridge and a heaping teaspoon (can cod liver oil heap?) was shoved into my mouth several times a week. As I remember, I felt pretty good in those days so maybe I should start a cod liver oil regimen. If it works...I'll be at the Fair next year for sure.

I hope you enjoy my scrawling and give me some feedback. I'm an actor and we need some applause...or an 'atta-boy'. Applause is like giving an enema to a dead man. It may not help...but it sure can't hurt. And if that doesn't work try a laxative. Or cod liver oil.

“....workin' in the coal mine going down down down....”

Rob

I have decided that tomorrow I am going to begin the week out properly and add a proper blog.

Rob

I really and honestly plan on writing some blog tomorrow and posting My Story chapters this week. Really. btw....You HAVE to go see the movie STARDUST! I give it 5 stars or a 9.5 ratting out of 10!!!

Later--

Rob

I think I have talking disease. I LOVE to yak. Yak Yak Yak! When you live alone, it is quite possible to go a full day or two without uttering a single word. Unless you are talking to yourself. They say that it is ok to talk to yourself as long as you don't answer. That's sorta stupid.

On of my little Grand nephews...the one we call Lilo....asked me last week why I'm always yakking. At least he wasn't like Moon who told me he 'hated my damn stories'. For those of you, unfamiliar with the Central Valley portion of My Life, Moon was the producer and morning crew member of my morning show. There was quite a crew in California. Besides Moon, there was Gary DeMaroney, Marco, and Tony. At least that was the 'paid' gang toward the end of my run. I liked everbody except Gary. Nobody liked Gary. In fact...we all hated him. If it weren't for Gary DeMaroney we would have hit the big time. We would have been champ! (Joke)

Now, the reason I think I talk to much, when I get the chance, is because a few hours later, that same little Lilo interupted me in mid-sentence, holding up his hand for me to stop,saying, "Put it on pause!"

Since it has been so long since I wrote, I have had dozens of ideas for wonderful blogs....but now I am drawing a blank. I dropped some email to some friends before coming here and I guess I just used up all the creativety I have....so..I'll try again tomorrow.

Take care!

Rob