Should've iPhoned & uploaded. Get with the times, slacker.
Yesterday began the neo-bimonthly-or-so ritual of marathoning my favorite non-Simpsons telenovela, & I found yours truly internally smirking at how even timelessness is timestamped: strings of rehearsed words flush with jargon, cant or out-of-favor portmanteaus; the processed-or-not sound of a snare hit; tube amped chords; bibelots & people, always the twain shall meet on the tip of the tongue, whether concrete landmarks or whimsical fancies, stark documentaries or haze-induced beautiful comas.
The left side of the brain long ago accepted an incontrovertible logic: the immutability of the aftermath of lost or never available opportunities, dissatisfaction with a planetary circumference of choices both ancient & avant-garde that invariably lead to frustrations mercilessly perpetrated by the maniacal puppets of biochemical processes. Here, passing the buck's the killer bee's knees & legitimate.
Which brings us to the drunken fuckery half of the skull, all the mutant third law of motion horrors it unleashes & the also incontrovertible logic that no generous dollop of versifying, darkthroning, air guitaring &/or conducting can salve timeless savagery but we keep applying folk medicine anyway. Distraction's a wonderful thing until it becomes one more accelerant.
14 comments:
thanks for the distraction dude! :)
//lost or never available opportunities//
boy, do I know about them.... that is why I never pass up a beer.... see, ya never know when the supply might be gone.
Hell, roll a doobie, kick back and enjoy the day. That will take care of both sides of your brain. Not to mention, it will make your kids a lot happier when your around because nothing they do will piss you off.
Randal Graves said...
I was going to glibly suggest that as regards your opening paragraph that you're in fact Weiner, but I should probably consult my Council of Wisdom before making any such accusation.
Is this the C.O.W., right here in these comments? Can I join?
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liberality, what? Sorry, wasn't paying attention.
okjimm, just wait until the oil runs out, what do you think is going to be powering our blow-em-ups?
nunly, I don't need pharmaceuticals to pretend I can't hear my kids.
if, mine's considerably cheaper. Think I could afford Placido or Henry the Bloody?
Huh?
By anyhoo... Sammy was "The Man".Him and his golden curly locks... Sorry. :)
((Hugs))
Laura
If not Thyme and Date, then maybe Basil and Fig?
laura, let me answer your huh with a huh. Sammy instead of Diamond Dave? You must be Canadian!
karl of the österreich, Rathbone and Newton, not Juice?
"Should've iPhoned & uploaded."
Voila! I've been looking for a new "shoulda coulda woulda" for the modern age.
Is the first picture David Duchovny? Someone needs to put a foot up his butt for leaving the X-files and taking Gillian Anderson away from those who worship her.
Well now. Let me answer your "Huh" with a "Wha??"
Can you tell I never finished high school?
Eh? (yes I am Canadian you arrogant american... that's right, I used a lower case "a")
((Hugs))
Laura
I've been distracted so long a good accelerant might be in order. Any suggestions other than lighter fluid?
Good that you aired this dirty linen, Randal. If there's anything I can't stand it's an out-of-favor portmanteau.
tom, I've got it, upphoned. Take that, Lewis Carroll.
BB, don't blame him for the eh-ness of S8 and the crapitude of S9. As for dear Gillian, that's what the pause button's for.
laura, watch it. We still have that cannon, you know.
susan, reams of paper generated by the technocracy?
SWA, don't get me started on such slithy mimsy.
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