Folk hero

ROFL called me with some work questions today and, mid-conversation, told me I sounded like a “bored, stay-at-home, mormon housewife.” I asked him two questions 1) what does a bored, stay-at-home, mormon housewife sound like and b) how does he know what that sounds like? He could not answer either question. I informed him I was, in fact, bored and at home and that my milkman brought me meatloaf instead of mac-n-cheese. ROFL replied, “As long you enjoy the taste, that’s all that matters.”

Later in the day I was making my daily query of the public library database, requesting any and every cd or movie I could remember, when my requests began being denied. Apparently, I have requested too much as of late. It is kind of starting to feel like we’re married, me and Dewey Decimal. It was a bit of a downer to experience such public rejection. I wonder if there are any private libraries from which I could borrow.

In the meantime, I relied upon the sound advice of  Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young and decided to love the dvds I was “with”: Bottle Rocket and The General. Both were exceptional. I quite like the description of Martin Cahill (The General): Family man. Psychopath. Folk hero. Gangster. “Psychopath” had me concerned for a minute, but when I read “Folk hero” I melted. Definitely characteristics to watch for when I end things with Dewey and start browsing the personal ads instead of the library catalog.