Netflix is now streaming movies via the PC that you can watch if you are a subscriber. Nothing new there, but I really like it. The movies that they choose to be streamed are all kinda a little bit old though. The first run movies, the kind that would have been gone from the video rental store if you were renting a video from a store. SO its like going to a Blockbuster, only the slightly older and cheesy stuff is there. Like me.

One of the things you can watch on Netflix streaming that I have watched some stand up movies. I love comedy, but I am not typically interested in putting my money where my mouth is. I don’t want to pay to see comedy. I don’t even want to use put comedy shows in my Netflix queue. But the streaming costs nothing and doesn’t even use up a DVD from my queue.

That being said I got to watch some Margaret Cho the other day. Does that say something about me that I like her? I don’t really care, I think she is funny. That is all that I care about. If you think that I am liberal or a poser or a race traitor because I like her I don’t care about that either. Comedians like everyone else have varying political views. I don’t mind if a comedian is conservative or super liberal. If they are funny and insightful then I will watch them.  Margaret Cho is cool. I like her.

What do you think? Do you thing Margaret Cho is funny? Who do you think has a good standup movie/HBO special?

Yesterday I helped move my brother into his new apt.

No, it wasn’t what you call fun. There were a lot of annoying old, nasty pieces of furniture. There was a headboard and matching footboard made from two inch pipe. Whose idea was that? But the total amount of stuff was pretty small. Anyway my brother is back in the Bay Area and he is happy to return. The trouble is he seems to have brought the weather with him.

It was nice to have a day with just my brother and my Dad -plenty of foul humor.

I decided to record this moment here because when asked when the last time I bought new Docs was, I could not recall. I know it was several years ago.

They need breaking in but I really do love my Docs. I kinda feel, not that I should, cool in them.

I had a somewhat non-traditional but very nice July 4 today. I took DJSBR to go see Wauwl-E today. Its a beautiful movie and I am sure you have already seen it or it has been recommended to you than more critical persons than me. I did think I kinda enjoyed it more than DJSBR for three reasons.

One. DJ is unaccustomed to sitting still for 90 minutes in a stretch.
Two. There are a lot of over the kids heads references and jokes.
Three. Some parts of this movie were a little intense for a little kid.

Surprisingly, I did not consume any hot dogs today. I did watch a little of Chestnut winning the Nathan’s Fourth of July annual honorification of the eating far too much of doggies served hot. I am revolted and transfixed by competitive eating.

Instead there was a feast served here at château micelandia. Pork ribs, fried chicken, cherries, strawberries, mixed green salad, corn on the cob, and some apple pie à la mode.

Right now I am watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith whilst Mrs. Mice sleeps. Why? because its her movie. Its not really all that funny and its definitely not sexy.  They both deserve each other. I hope their marriage is better than this movie. I really do. What would you do if you woke up and everything you did or said was a cliche’? Yuck.

Hope your 4th was great.

More later,

It has been a while since I was here. I think pretty much everyone has abandoned all hope of getting any updates on my life and what I am doing. Posts lately when they have come at all have been cryptic.

My life has been trying lately. No not trying like I am trying to do something, but trying as in trying and difficult. I think in some ways I have been embarassed to show my face around here. Things haven’t been perfect and I didn’t want to whine and complain. Why? Becuase I hate complaining and even more than that, hearing myself complain.

Complaints are like vomit. They are disgusting and you feel them wrethcing up out from your gut and past a ceartin point there is no use in trying to keep them down.

I think we are at that point now. When I say we I mean me. There is nothing Royal about me lately other than Royal pain in the butt, or maybe Royale with Cheese.

No more living in posh San Ramon. We sold our house. It was a shame but I was back there yesterday and some of the houses were still on sale that were on the market before ours. We are f---ed but those guys, chances are they are double f---ed with double cheese. Yikes.

Yes, we have a place to live for now. My family spent a month with my parents. That was really hard for everyone. It was very generous of my parents to endure us. It was tough though. It was tough trying to be a dad with my mom there, well meaning as she was.

Now our downstairs neighbor complains if we make any noise past 9pm. Who goes to sleep at 9pm? And how is it that we are so loud and somehow he sleeps right through the trains running past our place every two hours? I feel safe asking these questions since no one reads thing thing any more.  It’s official. I’m talking to myself.

I got to go to a Nascar event last weekend. I know what you are thinking. I thought to myself, *I don’t fit in with these dudes. I’m nothing like them*. Well actually I didn’t think that at all. I really enjoyed the event. I thought the guys I went with were great and I would go again given the chance. I mean Nascar fans are very salt of the Earth folks. But they weren’t mean to me or anything. The whole thing was a lot of fun. I don’t think I was trying to pass as a hick or anything either. I told them my name was mice. I wouldn’t chew tobacco becuase I find it disgusting, nor did I smoke any, not becuase I find cigars disgusting, but just becuase I don’t even know how to smoke and I didn’t want to start then.

Lately I have been moving between worlds and I want to enjoy all kinds of people, regardless if they “rednecks” whatever the h*ll that means, or liberals. I was in case you don’t know me when I was in college a painfully liberal guy. Being a dad has changed that somewhat for me. Really though I don’t think a single idology or party can fully represnt me any longer. I think about things and I try and make decisions in my own life that will be best for my family and the most amount of people possible. God knows what that makes me now, probably a nothing-a-tarian. Maybe I’m a Humanitarian since I eat humans.

How do you like my diptych? The top image is a thistle I had to snap when I was walking back to the car on out 2 or 3 mile hike at the Nascar event. The below are the nasty gas station silk-like flowers reserved for thoughtless boyfriends who think this will soften the blow one their girlfriends find out they have been cheating. Or so I say.

More later. For reals.

I saw my old vehicle the other day on the freeway and had to stalk them just a little. Most of the dents on the sides have been repaired. It looks better than ever. They still have not fixed the back bumper and the camper top is the same. It is definitely my old truck though.

The back bumper was pulled off by the previous owner when they fell asleep at the wheel driving across country.

I gave it to my brother and my brother sold it at a profit, the bastard.

Anyway, I am happy someone is loving it and driving it and fixing the dents. Any more work done on it and I won’t recognize it.

Just a little composition from the Green Tea Ice Cream House. I kinda miss it.