Three months without a rant. A personal best, if not amongst other lesser read writers. Not that I’m full of it (rants and other things), but that the meaninglessness of these posts, and the lesser reality around which y’all orbit, has rained down more than my use of commas.
The alternate title was going to be a ripoff from The Who, “Here comes the new year, same as the old year”. Because that’s what it feels like. The rich keep getting richer; the poor, they just stay poor. (🎶 And Jimmy Buffet doesn’t live in Key West anymore 🎶) The ‘news’, the crimes, the disasters (but I repeat myself) are poor imitations of who and what have come before.
Douglas Adams’ mice, who paid for this odious experiment, deserve a full refund and an award for tolerating this non-outcome. Unless they were trying to non-prove divide by zero. Or is it zero divided by infinity? The answer is still not forty-two! (One of the only two certainties in the universe. The other being, ‘Why won’t my slipper stay on my foot?’)
Why is it that you can have general rant, when you can have a major rant? There’s no lieutenant or captain rant. And a General rant should outrank Major rant, which is never the case. Maybe those lesser ranks are filed under hissy-fits.
Also heard that God is really an acronym (not anachronism, you filthy peasants), which stands for [CENSORED]. Oh, come on censors! Not even a partial?
A couple days later; I’ve caught some nasty stomach bug. Nothing puts a rant into its place than a real malady. About feeling poorly, I thought animals (dogs especially) were supposed to be able to sense when their human was a bit off. The dogs and cat act like I should be jumping around to their every whim. Screw that. And go feed yourself for a few days.
Rants Unto the Ether 