A Thursday morning here in the Bay Area of San Francisco. The Oakland Iraq
What else? Steroids in baseball? A Tiger kills a man at the SF Zoo, the same SF Zoo that my son has visited, oh, a thousand and ten times. I was away when the news came out and I thought, oh shit, my seven year old boy is a self proclaimed animal expert and a lover of both the Oakland and SF Zoos. If he hears that a Siberian Tiger swallowed a man whole outside the café we know and love, won't this make for nightmares and eventually years and years of costly therapy. When I called him to say hello that evening he opened the conversation by saying, "Hi Daddy, did you hear a 500 hundred pound tiger killed a man today at the SF Zoo?" After rolling my eyes, no I really did, I learned it was my father-in-law who shared the news after seeing it in the New York Times. In truth my son seems fine, not quite in need of trendy meds or therapy involving a reenactment of the incident with tiger puppets. I think, because he is indeed the animal expert of the family, that he is full aware that if big kitty can get out of his cage, then big kitty will take out frustrations of years of incarceration on anyone that big kitty can find. This is the end of my lesson on evolution and the food chain. Now onto baseball, my beloved but oh so tainted game. Nancy Reagan said JUST SAY NO but apparently a shit load of baseball players JUST SAID YES with their butts out and their uniform pants at their knees. Wham, right in the left butt cheek. I don't see the big problem, other than high school and even junior high school athletes realizing that they too can have enormous craniums and tiny weiners and superman strength. It's said that these mega drugs can make a good player great and a great player legendary. Not sure if you've noticed but we Americans like things big. Our washing machines and dryers are 10 times the size of those used in Japan Italy Europe America America Indianapolis
Good news: My novel, The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green has been optioned and will soon be a film.
Bad news: The writer's strike slows the process down.
Good news: I have time to focus on my novel.
Bad news: I'm writing a blog instead of focusing on my novel.
Good news: You are going to love my next book and recommend it to people for the rest of your life.
More Good news: I wrote a first novel before "Jacob Green," that I hope to publish "quickly" after the new book comes out.
Hope you're 08 has been joyous so far. I hope your candidate is the one that wins the election. And that your favorite singer wins American Idol. Sorry if your favorite ball player has an enormous neck and cranium and has to be locked-up for hitting really deep homeruns. Sorry if there's an author in the Oakland