Screw The Fridge…
I STILL want to be the kid in the spacesuit!
I STILL want to be the kid in the spacesuit!
I Found this on Tumblr with no other information than the single line: “Me doing nothing while my life falls apart.”
How could I have been so insane, so arrogant, as to think I could actually achieve, here, something so grand as to demand your recognition, all the while knowing it would require of me the kind of courage I’d never been able to muster before. And yet, in the midst of this terrible sense of failure, I can’t help but miss the effort…
Funny thing about bad habits: they’re not only hard to break but, if you work at it hard enough, you can convince yourself that they don’t exist at all. Until, that is, something happens to Gibbs-slap you back into reality!
Not for the first time in my life, I look out upon a nation filled with people who believe that our democratic system failed us, big time, in the most recent presidential election. But can we really say that it did, even assuming the vote was fairly counted? No, but I think that determining the legitimacy of an election based on a fair counting of numbers is rather missing the point…
Leon Russel’s “Tight Rope” has been playing over and over in my head for a least a week and I finally realized why this morning: the died on November 13 and the song was no doubt planted in my subconscious by my habit of falling asleep with my TV tuned to CNN. Truthfully, I’d be…
If you’re anything like me, then the events of the last week (hell, the whole damned year!) have left you spinning around with your mouth hanging open. And even if you aren’t quite as weird as I am, you still (like me) have to have come to the conclusion that the usual … just isn’t cutting it. Well get a grip and settle down my friends, because the great John Oliver has come to the rescue with a totally hilarious summary of what’s happened as well as some damned good suggestions as to what to do about it!
Hell, even I, during my oddly-reversed-yet-weirdly-the-same version of Lloyd Bridges’ “Steve McCroskey” character from the movie Airplane!, have spent a year and a half studiously avoiding reflections of my own nightmarish fears of just WTF might be on the horizon…
Well what do you know, my medication imposed “gag” has loosened just enough for me to post some of the ever mounting pile of evidence that I was stranded here by aliens at birth…
It occurs to me that there may be one or two people out there who’ve been wondering what’s up with the dramatic drop off in postings for this blog, so I thought I should at least make some attempt to explain it all…