9/19/19!!

It's 9/19/19! 

 9/19/19!!! 

And what else is there to say? But that it's 

9/19/19!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One thing I like about this day is I can get confused and think we're still in the 1900's. Yeah, I liked the 20th century.   

I Drink Alone

here is a meeting

looks important

so many drinks

these people are thirsty

empty bottles, cups down to the last drop

I've been to meetings

many people bring drinks

water, coffee, tea bags hanging

but no one drinks them

this I have observed

no one drinks

the mug, the sports bottle

mere vanity objects

staking claims

"Oh Jana was sitting there, that's her cup

(she went to make photocopies)

personal beverage containers

an array, untouched

a power play

dominance over thirst

who will blink (drink) first?

in a corner of that room

I'm losing my pen

losing the thread

of a discussion that's moved into some dry hinterland without me

as I furtively sip

the coffee I brought

action steps to be taken

Wait, what was my boss just saying?

Squaresville

I was lucky enough to grow up with the Flintstones, and I like to think back on them fondly from time to time. The show was educational in its way. I learned about how to be resourceful: rocks can be used for easy chairs, cars can be started with the feet...

Here Betty Rubble demonstrates for us the universal symbol for that which is "lame" or "not hip." Math has never been my strong suit but I think this is a good use of geometry.

Here is the full clip where word gets out that Fred is a square, with a little help from Betty and Wilma. Guess I learned about sabotage too!

Golden Age of the TV Repairman

"Okay now kids, settle down. The show is starting."

"Why did we have to get all dressed up just to watch TV?"

"In case grandma drops by. Thinks I can't manage my own household. Ha. I'll show her!" 

"But the TV's broken."

"We paid a lot of money for this set, so by gosh we're going to sit here and watch whatever's on. Right now it's your father's reflection.

That One Time with the Clowns

Those orange circus peanuts aren't as bad as I thought. They feel kind of like a pillow for your teeth. Left behind by the clowns, naturally. It's not like I bought them.   

Living with clowns sounds like a laff riot but it ain't easy. They're up all hours, their wig gets caught in the toaster. They frighten the dog, who counters with a healthy wet crap in the middle of the livingroom floor. I became a broken record, saying, "Get your big red shoes off my couch." I was seeing red, always. Red polka-dot bloomers hanging on the towel rack.  A red plastic nose in the sink...

They couldn't leave soon enough to suit me. I told them clowns were like hobos, just with better makeup. They seemed to take offense at that, but it got them packing.

The whole lot of them rode off into the dark one night. Their friend in the Volkswagen bug had come, just like they said he would. I had started to doubt it, but there they went. All 12 of them spilled from my door a mass of clown limbs, like a tumor expelled. The night air displaced by their irregular shapes filled in again. Held its breath with me, making sure.

The bike horn honking faintly down the road was the last I heard of them.

It's 9/9/19

  Yes, it's 9/9/19! Dates like these don't come around very often.  9/9/19.  Or put another way: 9-9-19.

Did you enjoy walking around today knowing that it was 9/9/19? I sure did. I enjoyed it a lot. 9/9/19. I envy anyone who was born today, who will get to fill out their birth date on forms for years to come as 9/9/19!

Too bad it can only be 9/9/19 for 24 hours. Soon it will be 9/10/19.  Yawn.

But wait! Just ten more days until.....9/19/19!!!!