Gardening report: Daylilies, climbing roses, honeysuckle, and four o’clocks.
Writing report: Less words than I’m comfortable with, but all words that I like.
News report: Tiger Eye won the RT Reviewer’s Choice Award, and A Taste of Crimson has been nominated for the Sapphire award. I can’t explain why or how this managed to come about, but I am very appreciative and happy.
Also, Quigley Down Under is on the CMT channel. Tom Selleck is hot.
I was doing some research on Navy SEALS, and found this interesting article on how to tell if a guy is lying to you about how they made it through BUD/s. I was particularly intrigued, because someone tried to pull a similar line on me in Madison (and really, I had no idea the problem was so widespread, though I suppose it must be a macho deal). I was walking to school one morning—and here’s the thing, State Street is a great place for guys to throw out random stuff to random chicks, like “Hey! Watch out for that vomit!” —and at the stop light there was this guy who, out of the blue, told me he was a Navy SEAL. Not a former SEAL, but an active member of our armed forces, ready to do battle at a moment’s notice.
And no, I’m not being harsh when I tell you that he was lying. I can say that with confidence because he was very clearly stoned. But for all the other guys that manage to sound convincing? What’s the point? Getting chicks? And what’s the female equivalent of a Navy SEAL? What profession is there—one dominated by women—that garners the same kind of instant recognition and respect? Supermodel? Professional cheerleader? Oh, yeah. That thong is a dangerous weapon. Covert operation, my arse.
Seriously, I’m drawing a blank. Is there any respectable female role in society that is action based, as opposed to passive, i.e. sitting pretty? I’m not including motherhood in this. That’s a no-brainer, the hardest job on earth. But where are the Amazons? Where’s Wonder Woman when you need her? And does it even matter? What do girls have to prove, anyway? We know we’re tough.
Anyway, back to the subject of good looking men. Here’s an interesting article. Tarzan on Broadway. This is one I really have to see. Because a half-naked guy singing and swinging on a vine over my head? Woooo…bring it on.