Me and you and everyone we know and our Sinus Infection

There clearly are mysterious forces at work. On the same day in the same week we see 06/06/06, the messianic first born of the Bradgelinas, and the death of a guess what....he's now a martyr, way to go Abu M.A-Z,Esq.

Going into this week I offered up my life forces, in addition to my regularly schedule ardor, to work the tourist infested information desk at Museum of Natural History, Mall side rotunda in front of the big Bull Elephant. Y'know if that fuckin' thing wasn't so big and distracting and fearsome people might be able to see and find the hallway to the rest room and the IMAX theater cuz' you know those are the 2 main things I gotta direct people to. Try as I may to enrich people towards a diversion to the art museums on the lower mall, they just want to see shit blow up real good like.
4 MOST POPULAR DC MUSEUMS

Air & Space
Natural History
American History
Holocaust.

shudder...!!

This bit of moonlighting is of course, to further my hopes of working for Smithsonian (but I'll take any boring gov't job, please) and get me out of Cosi as soon as possible. I felt up for it, as this past weekend was blissfully relaxing. Got a massage and manicure on Saturday, light work on Sunday, jam in the Park and an evening improv show Sunday. But the sniffles began at that very Sunday night show, bringing back old memories of sick, sick, sickness. Julie commented, or suggested in fervent hope that I may be allergic to jazz..

Monday, oh fuck, I got 4 days of Les Miserable Existenz to deal with. Juul spared one night of low Murkin-tide beneath the bosom of the Bush tree. Actually more of a hot sweaty day in the New Mexico desert, then onto the streets of Laredo (see Chron.com)

Now the worst is over. I have medication and chicken soup and 2 days free from work, where apparently everybody else is dealing with similar symptoms. Perhaps I dont' see it. Naturally paranoid as most Caucasians are, though we are more primarily concerned with money, i.e spending of and getting value from. At times I've worried I might have too much of a conscience, an ethic, unable toi un-express my feelings, to be strong and resolute-less. I took my flyer on the second day of not feeling well but all week I've worked while sweating coughing and briefly bleeding.
I don't want to encourage a lawsuit, most of our customers have health insurance and are hopefully immune to our un-covered maladies. I'll just pray for a bit of patience and compassion, and please, take off you headphones and remove the cell from your ear when you come to my counter. And don't be afraid to try the shrimp.

Thanks, Blogger. That post was 3 days ago. Doing a bit of maintenance there, eh?
Well, it's Saturday night. Saw the gay parade with Jules, saw my moms n' pouty BF off. Saw some museums
of course. Ah, what the heck, I'll start from scratch later.

Meanwhile, I repost my post from Julie's Chron.com White House Blog as I get all night club emcee-E upon the
occasion of Abu Musab Al-Zarquari's demise, and the uh, Brangelina thing.


Good evening folks, welcome to the opening of the Crotch-Wig Cafe. I am your host and owner, Alouicious P. Murkin
We're gonna have some fun tonight but first, I croon the news...
Abu, Abu 
I'm gonna miss you-ooo
Your style your grace
The way you switch your face
you're like the Manson of Al Quaeda
You crazy infidel-hater
Who knows what the after-life will bring
Could be some virgins
Could be a meat cleaver on your thing
But I gottsta tell ya somethin' Moose
I give you props for believing what you believe in
And I don't know what's in that crazy Koran you got
But I've heard a few verses and they got some boss tunes in there let me tell ya.
I know this kid,got no shoes. He knows the whole book. Taught me one it goes sort of like....eeeyaaah! Orieeeygnyahh!!
Oh what the heck!
Anyway, enough about me, I'm gonna bring out our first act of the night. He's well, he's not a young man but he's an innaresting man. Quite arresting in fact (rimshot!)
He's been working on his act for several weeks I think you'll enjoy it. In the tradition of Harry Houdini he will escape from solid brass manacles, legi...what'dya call em if they're on his legs? Y'know, let's call em tentacles cuz he's gonna free himself in no less than 10 minutes given time off for good behavior.
He may have stepped down but he still walks like a Texan...
Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Tom DeLay!!

(blues shuffle)

C'mon youse guys. Didn't you like the act? Was it the band? I'll fire all of them. Maybe I'll get better acts. I tried to get McKinney but she said she couldn't do the gig, had to get her hair done.
I had Scooter Libby lined up as part of the big human pyramid with the whole clan, but he's been nursing that broken leg for so long, I suspect a conspiracy not to work the clubs.
This non compliance of these entertainers we call our government is an outright shame. It makes mockery of their very jobs we elected them to do. Which is tragic. It's travesty their putting this country through. Put em all together and it's a Trave-ShaM-rockery!!
I know you Irish people can appreciate what I'm saying. You there with the blog, or should I say, you there, the blog. You know that I know what I'm talking about. Well it's my nightclub but it's your blog so all I gotta say is, it's nice just to be here with you good people. Can I smoke in here?
Just kidding folks, have another drink on me. And a toast to our not-so dearly departed. We never got to know you too well Abu, but I've seen all your videos and think you're quite photogenic. And you sure know your way around a Kalashnikov. I can barely find my way around the block in Minsk, can you believe those street names? But I'll delve into that bit next time our pal Putin comes to town so until then. I leave you with a little song

(to the tune of Mack the Knife, and um, excuse me while I go off-topic. I trust THE BLOG wont mind)

Bran-gelina
Had a baby
At some private resort-in Africa
All the tabloids put up big bucks
For the first picture of the kid
Shiloh Nouvel's got some lips, yeah
Just like mom's got, Bee-e-e-stung
Daddy Bradley's mighty happy.
He must think he's Abraham!

All those movie stars dropping babies
Better back up, for they know
They won't be so very important
When Brangelina's kids are back in town.
Bennifer and those crazy TomKats
Nobody's going to care or give a hoot.
All Americans need distraction

Cause let me tell you people something before I go. Thank God we live in a democracy....where you crazy kooky people can go out any day of the week and protest the govenment's decisions, or tap out some spew from the sanctity of your home. Say what you gotta say. But we all gotta live together, the conservatives, the liberals, the Scientologists. This is America, and we have a free press who calls it like they see them so don't believe all that conspiracy mumbo jumbo. They get up at the crack of dawn and put on their shoes one leg at a time. Just like I do when I'm finishing my last Gin and Tonic. Bartender!! Another!

Goodnight folks, it helps to breathe, you'll live longer!

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