It seems as if every day is some kind of Beatles anniversary. Ed Sullivan, Shea Stadium, getting together, breaking up, dropping acid for the first time, meeting Muhammad Ali soon-to-be, pictures of Paul McCartney meeting anyone who happened to die on any given day … On the other hand, yesterday all my troubles seemed so …
Practical Rules of Writing
These are not practical tips in terms of serious. Lots of readers might be pissed because they clicked on this expecting something that really helps their writing. This is meant to be practically funny. Of course, whether it succeeds or not depends on the reaction of each reader. Some who are humorless will read this …
Useless What I Know
Some things I know. For instance, I know who framed Roger Rabbit. I know how to spell “Mississippi.” And “Ueberroth,” even after, lo, these many years. I don’t know how to spell “al-Qaeda” and “Qadhafi.” Neither does anyone else, though there are various and sundry opinions. My sad fate is to be a whiz at …
The Stupor Bowl
God. I’m glad I’ve got stuff to do. It’s Super Bowl Sunday. The game doesn’t begin till sometime long after 6:30, which is when it allegedly starts on TV, which isn’t the same as when the game starts. The game will take an abnormally long time, but it’s a drag race compared to the pregame …
Cool When I’m Not
It just doesn’t matter. In so many ways. That, and nothing ever works. Nothing. Ever. Works. My optimism is sorely tested, as you may have gathered by the opening salvo of shibboleth. The level of bullshit daily assaulting my senses is oppressive. For instance, I just saw a clip of John Boehner say, “We’re really …
The Patient President
I swore I wasn’t going to watch the State of the Union Address, but I wasn’t interested in basketball, and American Experience on the Amish led into it on PBS. After one watches an hour on the Amish, a presidential address seems so … modern. I just heard a weatherman refer to this Southern snow …
A Gray Sabbath
Last night the Grammys sucked so much that I actually watched a handful of plays in the Pro Bowl. Then I switched channels and closed my eyes until the sunspots from the uniforms disappeared. The Sanders Team vs. the Rice Team, huh? Who came up with that? As recently as two years ago, I enjoyed …
Suddenly Crazy for Coffee
I’d hate to face the barren waste without a cup of coffee. Hot, black, coffee (coffee). I apologize for besmirching the reputation of the Sons of the Pioneers and, for that matter, water. Cool, clear, water (water). For the majority of my life, I didn’t drink coffee. Then I started drinking it on those rare …
A Relic Am I
I’m not getting any smarter, but at least I continue to be educated. As tempting as it is to do nothing but make snappy posts on Facebook and Twitter, somehow I’ve managed not to succumb to the developing cultural profile of knowing a little about a lot and a lot about nothing. This is the …
Everybody’s Got a Skew
Lots of times I read posts on social media that make me laugh. Everybody’s talking about Chris Christie. How come the MEDIA isn’t investigating Benghazi? Oh, you mean, like, the last 16 months. Personally, I think I get my conservatism from reading Facebook and my liberalism from my own mind, but that, in itself, is …
Nightrider's Lament 