changing the subject

 This just in on NPR, an expert is saying that the reason the Russkies went in Chernobyl was that they didn't know where they were going.  They didn't have no maps, they didn't have no nothing.

And who knew anything?  The latest intelligence reports from the USA are saying that even Putin didn't know, that his generals somehow went renegade and he didn't know that the troops were draftees or something.  Well I don't know.  Why would we be sharing our intelligence with the rest of the world unless we thought doing so would help us out?  And once you are there you might as well fib a bit to help us out  a bit more, and as long as you are there you might as well fib a lot to help us a lot.  I'm a bit skeptical.  Not that I think it is necessarily wrong to fight a propaganda war with the Russkies, but I am just skeptical is all.

I guess my pet theory is that Putin is nuts.  Isolation and fear of covid, and not starting out as the most stable of people, like Aguirre in the Wrath of God, he is alone on a raft with a motley crew of monkeys who he thinks are his army rushing through white water to the next precipice. 

I brought in the movie reference to change the subject because basically we are just repeating what we are seeing in the news and since we are both watching the news we are just repeating stuff we already know.

So the movies.

In the beginning there was the Colony, an imposing edifice standing tall over a wide expanse of bungalows at the vital nexus of Kedzie and Fifty-Ninth Street.  It was air-conditioned, which was a big deal back in the day.  No individual homes, certainly no bungalows had air-conditioning.  Some stores might have it.  The big, brand new Supermarket, the High (Quality)  Low (Prices) at Fifty-Sixth and Kedzie had it behind those miracle doors who, get this, could sense when you were approaching them and opened up, and knew as well when you were passing through so they would not clamp shut on you and crush you in their metal grip, but waited meekly, politely, as you passed through, and shut quietly when you were done, keeping the air conditioning firmly in the building.

But you could not spend two or three hours in the supermarket.  The employees rightly assumed that any kid just hanging around was likely to get into trouble probably sooner rather than later.  

So they would shoo you out and you would amble three blocks south and there would be the Colony who loudly proclaimed that it was Air Conditioned, displaying a row of frosty icicles above the word to emphasize the point.  And inside not only was it cool, but it was dark and on the silver screen there was a movie.  Any movie would do, even those boring adult movies where adults would just sit around and talk (The way they did in real life, they had all the money, all the cars, all of everything, and what did they do with all this cool stuff, they mostly just sat around and talked, drove me crazy.), but there were also Tarzan movies, and cowboy movies, and greatest of all they had monster movies.  

There are still monster movies, but they are made for adults which means that there is a lot of oh, bullshit, slow, boring, and meaningless, just so adults can pretend they are watching some relevant and clever whatever instead of something stupid.  

Well I am digressing and the hour is growing late and my clothes are all dried so I will continue after the weekend.

Happy Friday everybody.