Dancing With Myself

In the supermarket today I walked by a young woman who was dancing to Generation X's 'Dancing With Myself' being played on the supermarket juke box. Old punk rock me thought it pretty damn cute. I did not say anything because I did not want to wreck her fun but as she was at the nearest check out to me as I too was checking out I could not help but mention I saw her dancing to the song.

"It was like half way through the song when I noticed I was dancing and I thought I better cut it out," she said before adding, "They don't write songs like that any more."

"Seems that way but if you look real hard you'll find bands are still creating great songs," I corrected her before adding, "I saw the band in '77. Idol was dressed head to toe in black leather."

She was all smiles and I thought she was going to faint.

Positive casual contacts like that I have come to appreciate more than ever in the wake of our still simmering pandemic.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FG1NrQYXjLU 

 

High Ceilings and More Bathrooms

Genoa invited me over for dinner. I accepted of course. I had never been to her house before. Genoa, an individual I have long admired, is not a woman I would say no to without careful consideration.

All Genoa's family were there too. Her old man, her children, her various animals, her mom, her sister-in-law and her children and a couple other people who appeared to walk in off the street because the food smelled so good pulled up a chair too.

Soon as I walked in the door Genoa's old man handed me a scotch. Triple. "You're not going anywhere tonight buddy. The spare room's already fixed up for you." I glugged, he glugged, before long my opinion of the world became a fuck of a lot more positive.

The house was nice. High ceilings and more bathrooms than Jimmy Pattison's yacht. Then again most everybody's house is nicer than mine. That's what happens when your favourite thing to do is drinking and the government's favourite thing to do is jacking up the price of juice.

I cook at home lots so it is nice being cooked for. The women took care of the cooking. It was like an episode from Leave It To Beaver aprons and all. 

The men sat around arguing about what the odds of being killed by a falling piece of space junk are. The scotch led us to believe the odds were much higher than they actually are.

"None of us are going to get hit by a fucking piece of space junk ever so the odds gotta be a 100 trillion to one." That was our agreed upon assessment. 

Then today I see piece of space shit half the size of a Volkswagen Bug landed in a farmer's field. People are probably getting hit by space shit every day but the government is keeping real quiet about it so we don't ask questions, cause trouble or get on tv too much.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WILmHeoMReA

This Magic Moment

The

Heavily

Favoured

Edmonton

Oilers

Are 

Having

A

''Fuck

We

Fuckin'

Suck'

Moment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eZjwJZF8uE

On the Whole Shooting Dope In Public Thing

I grew up in a white ghetto and I assure you every drug ever manufactured in the history of the world was available to one and all before they left elementary school. In time parents who care a great deal about their children pressured the local authourities into closing down one of the local roller rinks because kids were allegedly shooting heroin in the roller rink loo. That solved a lot let me tell you. Lesson I learned at a young age: when the people plead for the government to do something you can be damn fucking sure the result for one and all will be like standing behind a jet boat as an unimaginably big pile of manure is shovelled into the intake of the fan.

In time my city grew from one with a very small population of heroin users into one with a large one. When walking my dog we would visit with people happily shooting up on the streets in the open. I came to regard the sight of the needle as notable as a toothbrush on a bathroom counter. On the whole I found the company of open drug users as far more pleasurable than that of the people who would prefer to erase them from sight and, if at all possible, erase them forever. Turned out, however, that as fast as society erased users of addictive drugs twice as many people joined them on the opioid merry go round.

In my mind there are two ways to solve problems: the libertarian way and the authouritarian way. The latter of the two choices, you may have noticed, never fucking works.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8PwJCog-bo

Me and Joe Biden

I am strong for an old man but I sure like it when people take one look at me and offer to help me do whatever it is I am doing. I reckon I must look old as Joe Biden to most people.

Today I was in the parking lot of the recycling place beginning to bring in my broken down Chinese made shit so the metals retrieved from it can be made into bombs, drones and other shit with which we can hit fucking Russians. As I did so a young employee of the place asked, "Can I help you with some of that shit mister?"

"Fuck yeah," I responded as she had already started picking up a couple things. Awfully nice of her. I would have given her a tip but I am on a fixed income and what income I have mostly gets spent on prescriptions. And hookers.

If there is one thing I like better than prescriptions and hookers it is recycling. When I was young everything went into the dump. That's why I question the notion humans are intelligent. How can we be when we recently used to chuck everything and still do in lots of places?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EvaRpxf2vc

Meet My Neighbours

in the back garden

today

i was filling my

curb side compost bin

with excess foliage

when

i did hear growling

and squeals of pain

high above me

stepping back i spied the

source:

literally fucking raccoons

in their favourite cherry tree

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIqLB4PYsXs

No Beer?

Went for Japanese a couple nights ago. Hardly notable given I see the couple, who have run the place for over two decades, more often than I see my own family. My sister-in-law, down for Jimi's funeral, joined me.

Usually I have a couple large bottles of Japanese beer while I am there. When I ordered apple juice, on account of my doctor telling me I have about a week to live if I keep givin' 'er, our waitress made the funniest face and asked, "No beer?"

Few things are as deflating as not living up to one's bad reputation.

chttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkRHmiXbR7M