I didn't get much sleep last night because we watched “The Mist” and the end was just a little too close to what Monstro and I have been doing for work, and this morning Monstro yelled to Lex three times to stop popping the bubble wrap and he wouldn't stop popping it so I spanked him and went back to bed, but then BK woke up, and it was my turn to get up with them.

I made a grocery list ahead of time and had recipes planned and still managed to spend more than $160 at the supermarket. Not so super, market.

The boys are in the nursery playing a shrieking game and the dishwasher is full of half-pint jars for the strawberries and blueberries jams ima gwonna make and seriously, people, this weekend can't come fast enough. Who's with me?

No matter how obvious the following statement might be, I would hate myself for not proclaiming:

Never shoot your kid.

Not if you're about to be overrun with creatures from another dimension.

Not if you're cornered in a manhunt and your ex is a bitch.

Never shoot your kid. Shooting your kid is never a good idea.

Don't shoot your kid, ever. Thank you.

My candidate didn't win the election. That sucks. I take small amusement in the fact that the victor, who has a drunk-in-public arrest on his record, celebrated his win at a brewery.

Nice choice, SB County.

Thank you for being a contact person for the abusive email messages we've received throughout the campaign. I appreciate everything you have done to keep the Lemkaus safe. They're really good people.

I started working on Judge Lemkau's campaign because my Redlands buddy, Kyle McDowell, left me a voicemail stating that a family friend was campaigning to save his judgeship, and could I help improve the existing Web site. I looked at the far-from-great Web site, but before I could talk to Kyle about it, he died. Complications due to his lifelong struggle with Juvenile Diabetes.

This has been more than a campaign: for me, it's my darling friend's final request.

Thank you for helping me stay bold in the face of this work. I know that Kyle would thank you as well.

Sincerely yours,

MM

Judge Robert Lemkau is the only qualified person in the race. His apology to Tagle, which many of you felt was stiff, was heartfelt. He has been deeply affected by the death of Wyatt.

iePolitics just endorsed Lemkau, saying:

Hosking cannot get clearance by the Jenny Commission to gain an appointment to the bench by the governor. To be appointed as a judge in the state of California, the applicant must go through an extensive background check that can take a year and a half. Hosking, I have been told, has been rejected for such an appointment. Lemkau was cleared by the Jenny Commission and was appointed to the bench by the governor.

Don't get hoodwinked by Hosking. Vote Judge Robert Lemkau.

(Besides, Kyle would want you to. Please, fulfill his final wish.)

Let me start with my deepest condolences. My boys are about the ages that your boys were. I can't imagine the grief you must feel.

I know that grief functions as blinders, so let me say upfront that I’m concerned for you as far as the people who are surrounding you. Have you read Victorville Vultures in the Hosking Cult? Two others of the “Cult” have turned Judge Lemkau's name into Google AdWords revenue and I'll bet they've done the same to yours.

So: Don't sign anything without a lawyer. Don't cater to the ghouls.

There's more to say but this is my first letter to you so I'll keep it short. If you decide to write me back, please answer my #1 question: whether you were already scheduled for John and Ken's radio show at 4:00 that Friday afternoon. Knowing more than a little something about how San Bernardino County's media operates, I'll bet you were.

My sweetheart, my sweet baboo has graduated with his Ph.D from UMass-Amherst. It's pretty great. His parents flew in and we had a great time w/ the boys and MFM. Then, on Saturday night, our Agawam friends threw him/us a big party and the grandparents watched the boys overnight. It is more pleasurable to party in Agawam than it is to wake up at the EconoLodge in W. Springfield, even if the party's host copped to a few illicit amour adventures there. “It's right next to Geraldine's,” he said. “There were lots of, oh, what's the word they used in the '80s to describe hot divorcees? Anyway, there were lots of them there. I think now it's hip-hop.” Looked pretty empty to me but could be I only had eyes for my post-festivity Big Mac. Anyway, the place was super clean, though the TV remote was missing and you couldn't turn on the TV without it. Good thing I'd just gotten my new Playboy that afternoon, and needed to keep it out of the house from the grandparents.

Happy graduation, Monstro. Good thing, too, because from now on, I only want to sleep with doctors. 🙂

…is this.

I've been writing this journal for more than 15 years, now, and I get a decent amount of traffic. The lack of commenters I ascribe to a crappy comments system. But I really like the blogharbor platform (even though they keep hinting that they'd like to xfer me to their WordPress platform) — it has a soul that WordPress lacks. Also, I typically use wordpress for clients, and it's nice using Blogharbor as my personal domain.

I'd like to set up motormouth.com with a worthwhile design and then attach my blog to that, with all of the entries categorized and (ugh?) tagged. I've bought a few other domains through the years: coolortool.com I sold a number of years ago, nobody wanted the recession-proof-yourself-and-your-friends pitch of last year (could've helped us all, guys) so I retain “bloomfromgloom.com”, plus my full name, plus joblessmofo and joblessmuthafucka.com, which I want to turn into lit sites for the chronically un- and/or under-employed. I registered one for Monstro, too; we'll see whether he gets it started, he's working on a fascinating “Planet of the Apes” paper now.

Ah, Monstro. Not to change the subject but he graduates from UMass-Amherst this Friday, which will make him Dr. Monstro in my writings, at least for the meanwhile. If you don't like that, well: comment.

Still missing Kyle, still working to retain the best candidate in the election between We-Call-Him George and Judge Robert Lemkau, Superior Court of San Bernardino County election. I expect that someone uneducated on the subject will sling crap at me about how I'm helping an out-of-state candidate, to which I say, “My darling friend Kyle McDowell lived in Redlands pretty much forever, at least until he died three weeks ago, and this was the final request he left for me on a voicemail, so I'm going to do it and do it well.”

Also, there is a $12 wedding dress hanging over my head. Actually, it's in a bin in Monstro's car. Really need to get on that thing.