Cowboys driving a herd of cattle past your mailbox…
Neli: I’d love to change the world.
Me: Why don’t you? Neli: I don’t know what to do. Me: Listening to Alvin Lee again? Neli: Just the guitar parts. Me: Uh huh. Neli: You know I don’t understand English. Me: Then what about changing the world? Neli: I’ll leave it up to you. Me: I can’t change it today. Neli: Maybe Ten Years After... For Alvin Lee, “I’d Love to Change the World.” Today at the Pet Store…
Stranger: Hey, aren’t you the guy who wrote those SciFi books? Me: Why yes, yes I am. Stranger: Man, I love your books, read both of them. Are there more? Me: Yes, but they’re not available in this dimension. Stranger: Far out man - I get it. Feelin’ the love… Normally I reserve all comments on politics, but recent events cause me to break my silence. From now one, I will no longer refer to either political side as a “party”.
A “party” is something fun, something wild, something you smile about when you wake up the next morning - something you brag about to your friends. Now, I would be embarrassed to photo bombed at either party. Trust me, I’ve met a few parties, and these guys aren’t one. These guys make a mockery of the name “party”, and I for one, will not stand by in silence as a witness to the shameless abuse of the english language. ~Neli Delayed Flood Damage Report:
3 weeks after the flood, got a notice from our storage space manager that there had been extensive damage at his units, two being mine. The Bad: Lots of my personal items destroyed. The Good: It’s only stuff. The Lesson: Acquire less stuff. Live strong my friends… Oh, and there’s my red cooler! I saw two high school girls wearing mattresses, running in traffic screaming, “Buy a mattress for our school!” I bought one, but mine it didn’t have a girl in it. I think that’s deceptive advertising.
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