Coming onto almost two months without anything to say (not that I really have anything of importance). Hope that you survived the sh*tstorm that was 2020. Whoops, 2021. No, wait. 2022? The bid is humminahumminahummina… (an aside: why don’t slot machines have a ‘loser’ bar; where if you get three of those, it deletes all of your card credits? )
Lots of saber rattling around the world, the usual suspects. Does anyone have the U.S. on their bingo card? I don’t mean these big-city wannabe skirmishes, but a full-out, federal troop involvement, multi-state, CFD? My suspicions are not based on evidence, rather the lack thereof. You still see scattered reports of some lone-wolf-in-planning, disturbed mass murderer; but stuff you expect those 3-letter money dumps to sniff out.
Predicting Olympics? Any quiet state-security arrests (sorry, my editor says to change that to ‘questioning’). And not just at the games, but anywhere, since the attention span of the great unwashed should severely focused on things that matter. Awards nights anyone? I have books to read and music to listen (why do we always say ‘to listen to’?).
Has Covid been used as a verb yet? Like, “Are you going to Covid me?” or “Don’t Covid me, bro!”
If reality programs are admittedly scripted, doesn’t it follow that reality sports programs (aka professional sports) are too? And if there’s all this scripting going on, why do most writers stay poor (myself, notwithstanding 🙇🏼♂️🤪)? An infinite number of writers will create an infinity of gibberish. On behalf of myself and some cohesive electrons, you’re welcome.
Rants Unto the Ether 