I think this is true, but sometimes my mind is so damn slow, more likely, I’m so damn impatient.
Hmm, maybe it’s both.
Google Search Image Today’s Bumper Sticker
“Fake news will ruin the Internet.”
– Benjamin Franklin
Today’s Bumper Sticker
I’D TELL YOU TO
GO TO HELL
BUT I WORK THERE AND I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU EVERY DAY!
The Touch
Her body felt so warm and squishy under his hands. It wasn’t how he remembered a live body felt. It had been years since he’d been alive.
Airline Seats
Airlines in the U.S. want to reduce our seats and pack more into aircraft. The FAA didn’t have a problem with it, but Patricia Millet and two other Federal judges told the FAA that it needs to look into physics of packing more people into the same space.
Frankly, I don’t think the airlines will be satisfied until we’re packed in there on benches, trying to sneak a cheek to sit.
Today’s Bumper Sticker
“I Used Up All My Sick Days,
SO I CALLED IN DEAD.”
April Into August
April trickles into May.
May flows into June.
June bursts into July.
July explodes into August.
Time accelerates throughout the year, racing past itself in a star-spangled red-blue shift, catching itself to devour its tail, squeezing the breath out of those of us trapped in the middle.
Watching
I was a Watcher. It suited my personality. I like to watch…sex, cooking shows, dancing, sitcoms, dramas, sports (including golf, bowling, and NASCAR racing), I like watching. It started when I was young, and I watched cartoons.
It was natural that I’d become a Watcher. From there I became a Watcher who watches the Watchers to ensure someone was always watching. Otherwise, if no one was watching, someone could take advantage of what they saw and learned when they watched.
Eventually, moving up the hierarchy of watching, I became a Sentinel. That’s what they call us, Those Who Watch the Watchers Watching the Watchers.
As a Watcher, I watched five people. When I was a Watcher watching Watchers, I watched five Watchers. Now, as a Sentinel, I watch ten Watchers watching Watchers watching people.
I wonder how many people are watching me.
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n/t to Little Fears
Wondering
Dripping with sweat,
he wonders,
where’s he’s going,
where he’s been,
and where he’s at.
Today’s Theme Music
Life is but a roller coaster, you know? One hour you’re up, the next hour finds you on the ground. We flutter from ecstasy to frustration, coping with drugs, alcohol and other escapes.
Love, wow, love can be the wildest roller coaster. The Ohio Players covered it in song, “Love Rollercoaster,” in nineteen seventy-five. I enjoyed the song when it came out, along with a few other million people. It became one of those ubiquitous songs, played in clubs and on the radio twenty-four/seven.
Besides being one of the anthems of nineteen seventies America, “Love Rollercoaster” is burdened with an urban myth. Not too long into the song is a scream. I never thought much about the scream, considering it part of their presentation, but others assigned serious reasons behind the scream, like people or animals being killed or injured. After explaining what caused the scream (one of the singers – surprise!), the Ohio Players embraced a vow of silence about the song, refusing to talk about the scream.
The Red Hot Chili Peppers later covered it. I enjoy their version, but, being a traditionalist, I stayed with the Ohio Players.
Michael Seidel, writer 