I looked away for a moment and this week was just gone. Easter Sunday was just a one-stoplight town on the highway of life this week, as I spent most of it on the injured list. Tennis elbow, I guess can happen even if you don’t play tennis. And of course it would be my right hand (my wife told me, “there goes your sex life!”)
At times I can be a real complainer, just bitching about whatever. I’ve no idea why I have the compunction to bitch. I’d say it was inherent in human DNA, but my Dad never did. He was really, really sick, and I don’t ever remember him complaining about it, ever. My wife is like that too. She is usually six degrees of miserable and she rarely even lets me know she’s remotely uncomfortable. But me, I am singing infinite choruses of bitchiness on an almost-daily basis. Sometimes I find myself doing it just to plug up the unending processions of silence around here (hard to believe, right?) but most of the time, I just forget to turn on my inner dialogue filter and the bile just explodes from my pointy little head.
Yet between my injury and the muted jocularity of the Easter Bunny’s arrival, I was reminded of Dave Chappelle’s belief that the Internet is a dirty place when hackers became squatters to the depsfinewine.com website, conducting their clandestine raids on unsuspecting virtual neighbors, doing so for some time. The dirty sumbitches – I wish someone would invent a boomerang bug, one that would infect the infector ten-fold, maybe even go as far as reaching out from their laptops and servers and painfully removing their naughty bits from the rest of their scummy animated corpses.
Ah, the World Wide Web.
Wine Reviewed: 34 + 1 beer.
Wine of the Week: HARVIESTOUN OLA DUBH 16 YEAR ALE AGED IN WHISKY CASK. Gotta give it to the beer this week!
Good news in the wine biz: Friends from Kentucky wineries Stonebrook and Atwood get a little love in the latest article about Kentucky wines.
Bad news in the wine biz: Budweiser and MillerCoors merging? The rumor mill is heating up even more.
Disturbing news in the wine biz: Francis Ford Coppola gets the KNOB OF THE WEEK award for going after people using the word “Tavola”. How in the hell can you trademark the generic Italian word for table? What an a-hole! Proof positive lawyers rule the world and they want to own your ass and then ruin it.
On the homefront: I’ve often thought about giving up the wine biz and becoming a children’s book writer, using the 8 cats my wife and I shepherd as inspiration. Whether it is my recluse 16-year old Sera – named after Elizabeth Shue’s character in LEAVING LAS VEGAS, my 12-year old walking teddy bear Kosmo, the miniature yeti that is my 9 year Moonshine, or the fiercesome twosome, 5 year old Wiley, our anointed King Baby, and the rescue, 3 year old dog-like-a-cat Phineas.
Whenever anyone says cats have zero personality, I look at them like they are quite possibly the most idiotic human beings on earth. I have often told my wife we should just get rid of DirecTV and just watch our cats until bedtime. They are positively hilarious.
Phineas alone does things that have us laughing for hours. He sneaks around the house, running at you sideways, cocking his head to the side like a dog hearing a dog whistle. Or Wiley, announcing his entrance into each room with boisterous squeaking noises (not meows). Watching them all stalk a bug is fascinating. They inevitably corral the poor insect, encircling it and playing a bit of hackeysack with them before their inevitable demise.
I always think that whenever my wife and I go somewhere, they turn on the TV, empty the fridge, crack open a few bottles of my wine, and get absolutely hammered watching The Ghost and the Darkness or Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore.
What is on my playlist?: Old Kate Bush.
What wine(s) is (are) impressing me right now at the store?: Dunham Cabernet Sauvignon Columbia Valley 2007.
Recommended reads, blog or otherwise: I’ve just been reading blogs, CNN.com and the Sunday paper recently. All the things to make a person really depressed about the world.
What’s on tap for this week?: It is so far up in the air right now, I can’t even see it.