I am an infinitly lucky man. I want to thank all my friends who spent a hot day working on the house and vow my eternal gratitude. If there is anything I can do to repay, know that it is yours.

Thank you, Universe, for the one I love who makes each day a festival to which only I have tickets. Thank you for music and laughter, for movies and memories, for old westerns and science fiction which taught me what must be done along side what was possible to do. Thank you for bringing me friends who remind me that live is yet to be fully lived, and that there is much left to be experienced. Thank you Universe for those times when hope overcomes pain and happiness smothers ache. Thank you for my child, who made me the man I am, by needing a father to look up to, and never thought I was less than she needed me to be. Thank you for my grandchildren who remind me that, though things seem hard they can still be done. Thanks for the stars and the sun, thanks for the cooling breeze and refreshing rain. Thanks for the moon at night and the noisy sounds that remind me that I am in the center of great creation. Thank you, just thanks.

I started collecting movies because of the fear of Atomic War. How's that for dumb? What I wanted was for someone to have copies of the films that I didn't think would survive otherwise. This was before I heard of EMP's that would wipe tapes and CD's (and indeed, DVD's) during such a war. But the idea was that I would have something that I could use to support my family with if everything else fell away. Maybe that can still be the case. As people cannot afford to go out to the movies, gas prices and ticket prices among other things, I can offer my friends somewhere to go to keep themselves from going insane, and maybe only ask for help now and then with stuff I can't do because of progressing age and such. And maybe I'd do it only because I wanted to have something to give. Yeah, that's what it will come out to, because that is who we are. So, if you can't afford the night out and want to be entertained, call me. We can work something out.

Eric and Julie are staying with us the last couple of days and asked me to say hi for them. They would also like as many good vibes as possible for Robin (Pi) for reasons they will explain later.

I am really ticked. More and more things being shown on cable are COPYGUARDED! So you cannot burn your own DVD of something you paid to watch. I cannot burn the "Maverick" episodes I recorded. I would by the DVD if they made it available, but they haven't. And now they won't let me make my own copies. Crap!
EDIT: I have found a place that is selling the complete series for $39.99, and, if you cound hourly rate for my burning them at real time speed, it makes more sense, sometime later when I am flush, just to buy it. I am happy with the Batman set, I hope to be just as happy with this.

I must force myself to write. If I do not write, I am not alive.

While moaning about the death of my Nero Burning Program's ability to copy DVDs, I have burned all 3 "Whistling" movies by Red Skelton, and am starting to burn a bunch of original "Maverick" Episodes. Anybody make good DVD copies? Hope to start running off some Roger Ramjet episodes.

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It has been a hell of a day. Jesse (bless him) came over to udate the computers. I got dinner for him and the kids (Brie has now moved on from loving Wonder Woman to loving Batgirl--well, her costume is purple!) About the time, as much as I love them, the kids had worn me out, Pam came home early from Bunco and proceeded to throw up all over everything. Jesse (bless him again) took care of her while I comforted the kids that Nana would be all right. Now it is 12:35 and I am about to in and watch over her for the night. It is never dull in this house, let me tell you.

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