Bunker Mulligan "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." ~Mark Twain

I can’t tell you how pleased I am that I joined the group of Homespun Bloggers. There is some real talent in the group. One whose name many of you will recognize is Arthru Chrenkoff. He provides the Blogsville Gazette with an excellent ‘How goes it–really?” section on Iraq and Afghanistan. Another example of great writing and analysis from our Far South Texas friends. (Or maybe I’m in Far North Australia; I can never remember.)

I continue to revise my links list, and this group is making it even more difficult. Even though I keep the rotation blogroll going directly underneath, I’ve included seven of these blogs in my regular daily reading list. I keep running across yet another one I need to keep up with. My favorites in addition to Arthur (so far) are Paulie and the Gang at The Commons, Charles, The Discerning Texan, New England Republican, Jeremy at pacetown, John at The Therapy Sessions, and Alex at Wandering Mind.

I know, it sounds like a shameless plug for friends.

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My lovely daughter, Sweetie-Pie-Girl, lives in Los Angeles. She has been there for two years. After finishing junior college she decided to take a shot at the bright lights. Although she enjoys acting, and that’s where the big money is, she has always been more interested in the production of film and plays. So, as she works at Pier 1 to pay the rent, she does stints in film, television, and modeling.

This week she had a small part in Las Vegas, and has also worked on such classic shows as Boston Public. I suffered through an entire episode waiting to see her. After watching I mentioned which show it was, something about a kid who had the homeless of Boston believing he was Christ, and she said, “We do have drama on the show.” Along with good looks, she also inherited my sense of humor.

She also worked on an Entertainment Channel show for a while handling the audience. One of the hosts (obviously a blonde) spoke to the audience early in the show. After being told a large portion were Optimists, she said, “All of you are eye doctors?”

Sweetie-Pie-Girl laughs. A lot. I don’t know if she was professional enough to make it through that comment.

Today she begins work again on Make-over Mamas, one of the classics of DIY television. She is the Script Supervisor. I asked her if scripts were so unruly as to need extensive supervision, and she replied that they often fly around all over the place and get dirty. We then discussed the merits of having any kind of script for a “reality” show. Why are there so many? “They’re cheap to produce. No writing staff, no set, no actors.”

Austin has quite a film industry, as does Dallas. I keep asking when she’s coming back to Texas, and the answer is always, “Soon.” I won’t hold my breath.