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I changed my blogging website from LiveJournal to WordPress. I was having issues with LiveJournal, so I decided a switch was called for. So, if you’re following me from LiveJournal, welcome back. If you’re here for the first time, welcome aboard. Grab a chair and sit down.
This afternoon I watched the first episode of THE WALKING DEAD–or tried to. I couldn’t get into it. I think the main reason was because of the title characters. They’re zombies. Call them what you will, but they are zombies. And most zombies have no personality.
The monsters from the classic horror movies–Frankenstein’s Monster, his bride, Dracula, the Mummy–all possessed personality. Zombies from THE WALKING DEAD don’t.
The same hold true for the White Walkers from GAME OF THRONES. I was hoping for some sort of showdown between Jon Snow’s and Cersei Lannister’s armies, and the winner taking on Daenerys’. BUT NOOOOO! They are all combining to fight the zombies…er, I mean White Walkers.
The FCC should declare a moratorium on Zombie’s and similar creatures for the next twenty years.
People are now talking about the opioid crisis in this country. I’m not sure that we have an opioid crisis as much as we have a happiness crisis. Why are so many people talking large amounts of drugs, whether they be illegal drugs such as heroin, prescription drugs such as opioids, or even legal and semi-legal drugs such as alcohol, nicotine, or caffeine?
Because they want to be happy!
The U.S. government needs to impress on its citizens that they can (unless the suffer from an organic condition) be happy anytime they want to.
Of course, the big problem with this sort of stance is that the current Presidential Administration seems to specialize in exploiting people’s unhappiness. That’s how it rose to power a year ago. Expecting this Administration to tell the American people they can choose to be happy anytime they want to is like expecting McDonald’s to stop selling Big Macs to fat people.
THE NEW YORK TIMES is having a Donald Trump poetry contest.
The rules say that poems can’t be longer than 22 lines. Personally, I think the entries should be limited to 140 characters, like a tweet.
I won’t be entering the contest. I don’t think I can write a poem about Lord Dampnut without violating the TIMES’ motto. “All the news that’s fit to print.”
Crystal Palace’s epic run of humility (see previous post) reminds me of the opening line of Led Zeppelin’s song “D’yer Mak’er:
For years I thought the title to that song was “Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh.” And I still say it makes more freaking sense than its actual title.
Anyhoo, more information about “D’yer Mak’er can be found on the Internet:
Crystal Palace Football Club of the English Premier Football League (we’re talking soccer here, folks) has been a model of consistency so far this season. Alas, consistency in a negative way.
Yesterday morning (Ohio time) Palace lost its fifth game in a row to start the 2017-18 season. Were this not enough, it has lost every game via shutout. This is the first time that’s happened in the history of top flight English football
This wouldn’t bother me so much if Palace weren’t my favorite EPL team.
(I wonder what the English term for “Dumpster fire” is, “Dumpstre Fire?” Are there even Dumpsters in England. Yeah, yeah, there are trash bins, but “Dumpster” is a registered trademark. More information about Dumpsters can be found on the Internet : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dumpster.)
Sunday night I watched RICK AND MORTY. That episode feature a piece of the Eagles’ “In the City.” I loved that song. Co-written by Joe Walsh of the uber-70s rock band, his version on the soundtrack to the 1979 movie “The Warriors.” The rest of the Eagles liked it so much that they recorded it for the LP of later that year, THE LONG RUN.
Walsh in my favorite ex-Eagle, and this is one of my fave Eagles songs:
I apologize for my long absence from my blog. The only explanation I can give is that I found other stuff to do besides write this. LAST-MINUTE PANIC tumbled down from my list of priorities. I wasn’t committed. Heck, I get the feeling that the only two things I’m committed to are eating and escaping reality. But those won’t solve anything. In terms of eating, doing too much of it will just bring about more problems. I hope to be more frequent in the near future.