There's usually some kind of fucking with the format when you bring some
content from one place to another. Happens to me all the time when I
try to bring stuff into email. I think the best thing to do is write
out everything you want to say and when that is done, you import the
foreign content.
I'm not sure why you brought that content into Beaglesonia. Doesn't it
just prove what I was saying that the fat cats are largely bankrolling
the tea party? Way back at the beginning I think the Tea Party was more
grassroots and you would hear the tricorners rant about the evil of big
business, but I don't think any of them say that anymore, certainly not
any candidate bankrolled by them.
Newspapers in general have gone down the tubes. I get both the Trib and
the Sun-Times, but they have much less news than they used to and a lot
more of that celebrity crap, just traversing the news from one section
to the other it is hard not to keep up with the Kardashians.
Speaking of showbiz crap, how about this star wars hoopla? I guess the
first two or three movies weren't so bad, but then they were the same
old same old and pretty juvenile, and now everywhere you go it's star
wars this and star wars that? And who gives a shit? And how come half
our movies and tv shows are about superheroes anymore? I know i spend a
lot of time complaining about kids these days, but adults these days
are nothing to write home about either.
Actually there is a marina right underneath Marina City. It's owned by a
different entity than the condo association so we get no special
privileges. I wonder though if i could get some kind of small or
collapsible canoe, or maybe a kayak that would fit in an elevator and I
could just bring it down and plunk it into the water. I could probably
hide behind some big boat and get past the locks and then it would be
clear paddling all the way up to almost Canada, illuminated by the
flames of the city as it was being taken over by those undesirables, and
then right under the bridge. Is that a lock at the mouth of the
Cheboygan? I reckon I could get past that too, and then I guess I would
paddle through that crowded town with no room for Beagles' elbows, and
then i would beach my craft (is that the way you boaters talk?) and open
up my nostrils for the clear scent of freedom and follow my nose to
Beaglesonia.
Just think, instead of just the hour I spend in the morning and you in
the evening we could talk like this all day long. Probably into a tape
recorder so that it could be preserved for prosperity. I'm sure your
hypothetical wife would not mind transcribing then into print, and
bringing us sandwiches and beer throughout the day. I would however
require a nice pale ale and none of that yellow beer that you like.
Alrighty then. See you soon.
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