Joy, judgement, and tinsel

Man how time flies when you’re…what have I been doing?

Ah yes. The holidays.

Well back we are and hopefully on schedule. The boys look like they are set for the holiday. Don’t worry about them. It will build character.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Whatever you do this time of year, hope it’s good.

FAT SACK OF SCARY No. 5

I do not claim to be a well read man. I mean I read a lot. But 75% of the words I cram into my head would be hard pressed to be described as ‘high literature’. Still, The Pearl fills me with dread to this day.

I didn’t dislike reading the books that were assigned in general, varying from enjoying them to whatever-let’s-just-get-through-this. But there were a rare few that were a trudge to complete and left me praying for a quick end. Generally Steinbeck fell into that category. But that’s life. One minute you’re holding a priceless product of an irritated mollusk; the next you’re putting a bullet into your best friend next to the river. Or at least that’s what I got out of it.

Halloween is upon us. An all too brief time of crisp autumn air, haunted streets, and creepy joy. Enjoy.

Happy Halloween.

Retribution with orange juice on the side

And bacon of course. The lesson here is ‘Never get between a man and his triffid’.

Or no – actually it’s ‘Judge not lest ye be thnacked’.

Or maybe ‘Don’t get the cheese omlette. The cook still has pink eye’.

I don’t know man. I just post the thing. I’ll leave you to interpret the meaning.

What’s hot?

That’s right – your momma. You heard it. Hot. Maybe not to me, but to someone. Statistically speaking. I mean there are people out there who would say she’s hot. After all a lot of folks out there have really low standards. OH NO HE DIDN’T.

Yes. Yes I did.

Ruining the end of the world

Some days you can’t even get through the apocalypse without a hassle. Amitirite?

It’s like that time when my friend Paul asked, “What do you think Bethany is doing right now?” and I was like, “Dude what do you think? Shuffling around the inside of that refrigerator truck with the blank stare of the living dead craving human flesh like 89% of the rest of the state.” and he was like, “But seriously you think she’s thinking about me?” and I was like, “Dude she’s a friggin zombie she ain’t thinking about nothing.”

It’s late. I should log off.

Just hold your head high and put that book down.

Gettin’ a little crowded out at that thar apocalypse.

I read To Kill a Mockingbird back in late grade school. Even though I only read it once, it stuck with me and was the first “assigned” book I really liked. Like most kids I assumed I would not and then halfway through it took hold. So now some decades later it still has an important place in my heart.

Full disclosure: I know almost nothing about the sequel. I know what I am hearing is motivating me more to avoid it than anything else. I doubt I would have liked any sequel really. But it’s not my book – not my characters. Not my call. Still, like Catch-22, in my mind the story stopped with the first novel.

Shared apocalypse

NO SHARSIES.

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