Archive for October, 2020

That Explains A LOT!

October 30, 2020

Today I read an article about It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, and as much as I hate to admit it, the article makes a good a point:

In order for Charlie Brown to get a bag full of nothing but rocks after trick-or-treating, literally every adult in the area, including his parents, would have to have been working together in a conspiracy to ruin this poor kid’s Halloween.

And You Can Write Your Own Pelvic Thrust Joke

October 29, 2020

(I suspect I’m going to regret making this joke, but . . . what the hell.)

While I get the idea behind covering “Time Warp” as a way to encourage people to vote “a jump to the left,” I know a lot of people who don’t have a problem with voting a jump to the left. Their concern is the step to the right that immediately follows.

And If He Wants To Do Yet ANOTHER Sequel, I’d Still Be Okay With It

October 28, 2020

Can I just say that Michael Gross‘s enthusiasm for the Tremors franchise even into 2020 makes me incredibly happy.

And It Probably Never Will

October 27, 2020

The other night I had a dream that I was essentially a ghost, and my sole method of interacting with the world was via touch. Even that, however, was limited to touching people, not objects. I had a message I was trying to get across, but I couldn’t even write it, and I was starting to get frustrated even though I could understand perfectly why people weren’t sticking around long after feeling an unearthly presence touching their skin.

As bad as this was, it got worse when word started to get out about the “haunting,” and thrill seekers started seeking me out like I was a cheap Halloween attraction. This finally culminated in a group of college-age girls coming to my location and throwing giggling dares at me to “touch them.”

Even in my dream I recognized this as an awkward situation because on one hand I don’t like saying no to a request (particularly a request like that one) unless I have a reason, but on the other hand, there was room for doubt as to the seriousness of their request, or at least some doubt that they seriously thought the request might actually be granted.

“You could have just booped their noses,” L’s Mother opined when I told her about all this when I awoke.

Chuckling a throaty chuckle, I smirked and admitted, “I can honestly say that option never even occurred to me!”

I Think She Was Making A Joke, But It Was Greek To Me

October 26, 2020

This needs to stop before this gets even an iota worse!

– L’s Mother upon hearing of the formation of Tropical Storm Zeta

Signs Things Are Getting “Sirius”

October 23, 2020

You know you’ve had a bad week when you start to suspect that you’re bumming out the dog . . .

Maybe Next Time

October 22, 2020

Last thing I’m planning to say about voting for a while, but, seriously, shouldn’t me having cast my votes and being done with it make me feel better, not worse?

And Sometimes It’s A Hard-Won Peace

October 21, 2020

With voting, as with much of life in general, sometimes you have to make peace with the fact that you don’t want to have to deal with this ****, then go deal with it.

And The Less Reason There Is In A Political Race, The More Reason It’s Never Called That

October 20, 2020

I’ve heard voting called both a right and a duty, but I’ve never heard it called a pleasure.

There’s a reason for that.

Well I Would!

October 19, 2020

The other night L’s Mother was telling me how she was behind on her vitamin supplements, and that she didn’t want to take them all at once, so she was going to take her thiamine now, and “B12” tomorrow.

“That’s going to make our plans for tomorrow night more than a little awkward,” I told her.

She looked at me quizzically.

“If you’re going to be twelve tomorrow, I’m going to have to cancel,” I explained.