My Bobologues, my email, my checkbook-balancing, my life are all
running a month behind.  So all you get for May are the one-liners.
(I realize that that's all most of you really like anyway.)  The June
Bobologue may or may not be on its way soon.

Now they're making Corona Light.  How could you make Corona any
lighter?  I suspect Corona Light is just Corona in a different bottle.

THERE ARE 168 HOURS IN A WEEK.  Based on my limited observations, it
appears Channel 13 shows the Dodgers about six hours a week, and
episodes of Blind Date the other 162.

KRISPY KREME WATCH: Last year, O faithful Bobologue reader, I noted
that at Dodger stadium the proverbial "dollars to donuts" bet was even
odds.  After a price hike, this year the person with the donuts is
giving away odds (11:8).

The conventional wisdom seems to be that Israel's efforts to feel more
secure by crushing the Palestine resistance are, while understandable,
futile.  The aspirations of the Palestinians are legitimate, even if
their means are not, and no amount of crushing is going to make them
stop their struggle.  Israeli security would be better served, so the
pundits say, by finding a way to meet the legitimate aspirations of
their enemy.

Funny, no one thought that about the U.S. and Afghanistan.

When my shower drain backed up and dumped waste including human turds
on my shower floor, the landlord hired a plumber.  He fixed the
plumbing, but much to my chagrin left the turds for me to clean up.
Not that I think I'm too good to clean up human turds; I'm not.  I
just thought that while all my friends were getting rich in the real
estate market, my one advantage as a renter was that if turds showed
up on the shower floor, they were not my problem.  Alas, I was
misinformed.

Remember, O faithful Bobologue reader, those ants in our house that
disappeared on Labor Day?  Like MacArthur they returned, marching back
in about two days after Memorial Day.  So I guess it really is summer.
In fact, 29 May was the first too-hot, too-hazy, too-smoggy day of
summer, and long-overdue I say.

Why is American Beauty a good movie?  I can tell you lots of reasons
why it is not a good movie.  Well, three reasons anyway -- it's
overwritten, overdirected and overacted.  And yet it is compelling.
This fact causes me no end of consternation.

I mentioned in the April B'log that I had been turned down for
consumer credit.  Well, that was the verdict in the store, and I was
told I would get a letter telling me why I had been turned down.  But
instead of sending a letter they sent a credit card.  So I'm glad to
report the consumer establishment has decided my financial health is
good, or at least as good as the average over-extended American.  My
bodily health is a different story -- Kaiser decided I am too sickly
to be offered health insurance.  This despite the fact that I have
only been to a doctor twice in the past year, and that was not because
I was sick but because I was healthy (visits with my psychiatrist to
plan how I could stop taking medication.)

RUNNING OUT OF THINGS: You sometimes read something like, "Current
reserves of oil will be exhausted by 2070."  This is an oversimplistic
view of the oil business (or, as we call it in Texas, "Da Uhl
Bidness").  The world never really runs out of oil.  What happens is
the good, easy-to-recover oil gets all used up, and then the oil
companies have to start pumping increasingly undesirable oil.  I was
reminded of this when I got deep into the laundry cycle and started
running out of underwear.