Either we write our own history

or someone without our interests in mind

will do it for us.

 

"...In other News"

 

"...And now the News"

"This just in..."

 

I had in mind to do another nutty emotional rant but bleep it. Everybody on the damned planet feels da same.  Like that line from the flick *"The Dresser'. "...Everybody in the world is suffering so why shouldn't you!"

Told to an actor by his assistant.  *See film below.

Speaking of movies. Given our times, I find I just can't finish them. I watch lose interest click to other static and then click away again. My attention is maybe five minutes. Which is well above the American average of 7 seconds. This is why our commercials look the way the do. 

The upside it's now sunny and nice out. No humid heatwaves yet. Here's a factoid: The shortest periods in NYC between snow and temps in the 70's to 80f is five days. This happened last week. Time to think about sugarless iced tea recipes.

Above sunset scene of my toys atop da fridge. 

Always have your phone or camera handy. 

 

"...Arf"

 

I remember our dog Brownie from when I was little. See stunt double above. She was swell…mostly. She’d cook do the laundry go shopping even the post office. Brownie used to do my math homework, and type letters to grandma for me. She’d write checks for the electric bill and vacuum the rugs. That, and play with us. She was cool.

Times have changed, and not for the better. These days dogs just sit around sleeping complaining and eating all the time. Heck dogs today don’t even bother to vote. This after all the trouble they went through back in the 70’s to get the damned thing.

Well at least they’ve stopped talking.

Brownie tho’ cool would never shut up. All day all night she’d yack about the Dodgers Milton Berle or how much she hated the cat next door. We had to lock her in the basement, but she would bang on the door threatening to turn us in to the IRS. She did our taxes too.

Dear Brownie finally kicked the bucket one morning at dog age of 348…one tough dog. She wanted us to put up a big bleeping shrine to her in the yard…with blinking neon lights. ‘Course we said we would, but actually we just buried her behind the garage. She’s probably waiting in Dog Heaven to give us crap about that.

Cats are another matter. They mind their own business, and don’t need you for anything. I tried to get one to help me with the Times crossword. She just looked at me yawned and went back to sleep. Dogs are like joyful toddlers. The human age of Cats is 42 and they're fed up with your shit. ...yeah, pretty much.

Btw I just checked my mail.

Senior Social Services informs me I may have died several years ago.

I had a feeling something was wrong. Anyway, they want me to come down, and register as such. Seems I get to vote twice now.

One fucking guy. 

Just one guy set a whole country on fire.

There's a long line of single guys that brought Hell to Earth.

One fucked up guy backed by blood and iron

can do all this. Can end worlds.

Time to re-boot.

 

What this Planet needs is some damned Rings!

The free Lunch would also be nice.

That and better movies.

These three items would be a good start.

 

 

Celebrations in the Hood these days. Last night there was blockwide and very loud Hispanic celebration. Today and yesterday, Purim. From the Book of Esther. The saving of the Jews from the Persians. Again loud. I'm glad folks are having a swell time. There's no celebration far as I know for solitary paper doll makers. However, research continues.