Hi all, if you're reading this it's clear to me that you have way to much time on your hands, and I share in that as I have succumb to the 21st century and formed my own blog.
Not that I have any exciting news that anyone would want to read, but that's not the point, is it?
It's like having your very own newspaper, where you are editor in chief and control all the content, or lack there of.
Here is the chronicle of Jack. It's no wonder newspapers are closing up left and right, who wants to read all that depressing stuff when we can go on line and entertain ourselves with mindless drivel from someone that's not about to tell you how bad the economy is or how hopeless the wars are - oh, wait, I guess I just did! DRATS!
I drive a lot. Many of you know that as I am fond of calling people I know on the phone while I make the tedious commute of 65 miles each way to my place of employment and back.
When not running up the cell bill I like to listen to NPR - I know, I'm a glutton for punishment. This is their pledge weeks - I say weeks because I seems to never end. And not only that, they stay on the air for what seems like hours giving some bleeding heart liberal spechel about how we all need to donate to them to keep them on air. By the time they are finished, THAT'S the last thing I want. A better idea is if they would say, "Look I'll shut up for twenty minutes if you'll donate $200." DONE! They just don't know how to market themselves, I tell you.
Driving home yesterday the traffic on the 15 slowed going through Corina, which is not uncommon. However, on the opposed traffic lane, as I approached closer, I realize that the lookie lou's were slowing to observe the fact that a truck had overturned in the two right hand lanes scattering about the household belongings of some poor person just trying to move their stuff. Clothes, dishes, audio tapes, kitchen spices, books fluttering like birds trying to take off from the passing traffic's tail wind. A cloud of cinnamon, cumin and other earthly herbs and spices billowed in a cloud of mixed aroma, being kicked up again and again as traffic attempted to pass this wreckage.
A set of mattresses sat next to the overturned truck marking where the accident happened like some ominous grave stone. And all the while the owners of these positions stood helpless on the shoulder in shock of what to do next.
"Less for the grace of God go I", whoever god is! But that's for a rant of another day.
This evening as I drove home, I noticed a stack of orange trash bags, the type the highway crews use to collect trash from the side of the road, neatly piled up where the accident happened yesterday. Nothing else remained.
Obama delivered a new conference again this evening. OK, now he is officially over exposed. He's got to stop talking and start producing, that's what I have to say, and I'm a bleeding heart liberial - go figure.
More later.
Jack
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Adorable knees. What other secrets have you kept from me?
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Whoa, I see the fwy mindsuck has taken hold and given you far too much time to comtemplate the road kill. As a former fwy dodger I must say it does have its creative moments until of course the eyes glaze over and the brake becomes the foot rest.
ReplyDeleteStill the blog does give you time to exercise your literary tendencies if not your spelling acumen--so I say keep it up!
As for Obama's over-exposure I say it's a good thing. Notice how little exposure the GOP has had in spinning his words of late? Nothing like getting the spin before the rinse cycle.
Will you be creating a pledge week to keep the blog going?
Awaiting the next rant.
Kathy