Sometimes I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
Just a warning to the world...
Uncle Swan is cranky today.
The kicker is that I have absolutely no reason for being cranky. I had a spectacular weekend.
On Friday, KJ and I dined at my favorite lunch joint, then caught the premiere of Iron Man at our local cineplex. If you didn't already contribute to this Marvel-ous film's $100 million gross domestic earnings, get off your rusty rump and go see it. Even if you're not into the whole comic book superhero thing, go see it. KJ loved it, and I don't know anyone less enthused about comic books than she is. Robert Downey Jr. might be that rare actor who picks up nominations for major film awards from a role in an action blockbuster. Best of all, Iron Man restores to its title character all of the charm and joie de vivre that Marvel Comics has leached out of Tony Stark during the past decade.
I can't be cranky about that.
On Friday evening, and all day Saturday, I was with my chorus at our annual intensive workshop. In addition to the guidance of our nonpareil musical staff, led by one of the most respected choral conductors on the planet, we were whipped into championship froth by our legendary choreographer and presentation coach. I sweated off enough salinity to replenish the Salton Sea, and I'm a better man for it. If we continue to build on everything we developed this weekend, we'll be a force to be reckoned with in Nashville on the first Friday in July.
I'm definitely not cranky about that.
Yesterday's sermons both went about as well as I'm capable of presenting them. I struck the chords I wanted to strike, with both cogent argument and appropriately engaging delivery.
No crankiness there.
This morning's coffee was excellent. The bagels were awfully good, too. We have delicious tamales and guacamole awaiting consumption for Cinco de Mayo dinner.
Nothing to be cranky about about there, either.
In today's mail, I got a stunningly attractive new T-shirt from Woot. Also, on Saturday, I received a long-awaited artwork I'd commissioned months ago, and was beginning to think the artist had forgotten about. (He hadn't, and it's gorgeous.) So I can't even be cranky at the United States Postal Service. And if you can't be cranky at the USPS, you can't be cranky, period.
I have no idea what I'm cranky about.
But it doesn't change the fact that I'm cranky.
So watch yourself, buster.
Uncle Swan is cranky today.
The kicker is that I have absolutely no reason for being cranky. I had a spectacular weekend.
On Friday, KJ and I dined at my favorite lunch joint, then caught the premiere of Iron Man at our local cineplex. If you didn't already contribute to this Marvel-ous film's $100 million gross domestic earnings, get off your rusty rump and go see it. Even if you're not into the whole comic book superhero thing, go see it. KJ loved it, and I don't know anyone less enthused about comic books than she is. Robert Downey Jr. might be that rare actor who picks up nominations for major film awards from a role in an action blockbuster. Best of all, Iron Man restores to its title character all of the charm and joie de vivre that Marvel Comics has leached out of Tony Stark during the past decade.
I can't be cranky about that.
On Friday evening, and all day Saturday, I was with my chorus at our annual intensive workshop. In addition to the guidance of our nonpareil musical staff, led by one of the most respected choral conductors on the planet, we were whipped into championship froth by our legendary choreographer and presentation coach. I sweated off enough salinity to replenish the Salton Sea, and I'm a better man for it. If we continue to build on everything we developed this weekend, we'll be a force to be reckoned with in Nashville on the first Friday in July.
I'm definitely not cranky about that.
Yesterday's sermons both went about as well as I'm capable of presenting them. I struck the chords I wanted to strike, with both cogent argument and appropriately engaging delivery.
No crankiness there.
This morning's coffee was excellent. The bagels were awfully good, too. We have delicious tamales and guacamole awaiting consumption for Cinco de Mayo dinner.
Nothing to be cranky about about there, either.
In today's mail, I got a stunningly attractive new T-shirt from Woot. Also, on Saturday, I received a long-awaited artwork I'd commissioned months ago, and was beginning to think the artist had forgotten about. (He hadn't, and it's gorgeous.) So I can't even be cranky at the United States Postal Service. And if you can't be cranky at the USPS, you can't be cranky, period.
I have no idea what I'm cranky about.
But it doesn't change the fact that I'm cranky.
So watch yourself, buster.
Labels: Aimless Riffing, Cinemania, My Home Town, Taking Umbrage
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 3:22 PM
4 insisted on sticking two cents in:
I may be even less enthusiastic about comic books than KJ is; and you've met me!
Without cheating and using google(or any other search engine), can you identify the musician who sang, "I feel like the bullet in the gun of Robert Ford"? Now that I've read the title of your post for today, I've got the tune running through my mind. BTW, I have the recorded song on a 45, vinyl, that is.
Donna: You should know me better than that. Would I name-check a title if I didn't know whence it came? Tsk, tsk.
For the benefit of everyone else in the room, however...
It's the title of an Elton John song, from the Herculean One's 1975 album Rock of the Westies. The track is also the B-side of the single "Grow Some Funk of Your Own" (which I've also referenced in a previous SSTOL post).
So there. ;)
Did you get to pick up some free comic books on Saturday?
If not, that may be your subconcious source of grumpiness
DM: No, I did not. I did stop by my local comic shop on Sunday, though, and picked up a couple of items. I'm thinking that's an offset. :)
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