Things that come in fours. The seasons. The number of legs on a chair, or wheels on a car. The cardinal directions, north, south, east, west. The suits in a standard deck of cards. The classical elements, earth, air, fire, water. The principal phases of the moon. Of course, there were also those four dudes …
I can never keep it straight, is the third time the charm, or does trouble come in threes? Anyway, this feature is back, and every bit as charming as the two times before. So you needn’t let the thought of it improving trouble you in any way. Some things, you see, just aren’t worth trying …
Avoidance! Diversions! Escapism! As a service to our occasional customers, we’ve brought back this possibly unpopular feature. If we cared more about you, you’d have real content once in a while, sure. So go pay somebody already – even lousy CNN now has a paywall for some of its content. But not us, not here, …
So, nothing to see here. I am badly broken up about it, sure. So many other people are as well. The sky feels weighted with sadness, with the horizon foretelling a storm of despotism and blunt stupidity, which is all just as wretched as hell, but … Look, squirrel! Avoidance. Diversions. Escapism. What say we …
Bobby “Bacala” Baccalieri, in The Sopranos: “You know, Quasimodo predicted all this.”Tony Soprano: “Who did what?”Bobby: “All these problems, the Middle East, the end of the world.”Tony: “Nostradamus. Quasimodo’s the hunchback of Notre Dame.”Bobby: “Oh, right. Nostradamus.”Tony: “Nostradamus, and Notre Dame. It’s two different things completely.” Donald Trump and Kamala Harris. Two different things completely.Yet …
I feel I must share with you the appalling circumstance of this morning. Fairly early into it, that feet-to-floor, brushing of teeth, handful of pills, navigating of pre-dawn dogs near empty food bowls, the scratching of things in need of scratching, I came to the hard realization that there was, simply, no cake. And wouldn’t …
So there I was, stranded along a quiet country road littered with smashed cut-flowers, beneath a darkening sky, beside a field full of foraging cows. Later that same day, a twitchy kid would stick a loaded semiautomatic rifle in my face. I’ve determined just now, via a quick consult with Google, which was not yet …
My name is Frank, and I’m a registered Democrat. And I need support; we all do, if we you are part of the increasingly diminishing collective that’s still in this awful boat with me. Because lately, identifying in any way as a Democrat is as much to my shame as anything. I have voted almost …
Several days ago, I determined it long past time to go through the stray bins of my old newspaper and magazine clips and throw out the stuff I never liked, and eliminate all the many duplicates, and then shove the remaining assortment into a single box, back again into the back of a closet, to …
I used to be one profoundly angry guy, eternally pissed-off, hair-trigger to explosion, and like that, a trait that, increasingly through the years, has, well, outraged me, even if … Because let me very quickly qualify, I am not violent, nor have I ever really been, toward others, and not otherwise abusive either, certainly never …