jan 2 in idea barrages

I just hope that in the worst named television show of all time “Shasta McNasty” the lead character had an arch enemy named Shasta McNamaste who was like a super chill yoga bro who always upstaged him.

In my dream, I was back in college, attending an evening literature lecture that… started pretentious and stuffy but evolved into a complicated absurdist performance art piece with a a cast of hundreds. It may have all been a metaphor for being alive.

You gotta know when there’s bagels… eat ‘em when you’re able… know when the time is right… know when to bite… you can’t count your pizzas… when they’re rollin’ on the table… there’ll be enough time for calories… when the meal is done.

Hell of a history book to be written about these times entitled “Charlatan’s Web”.

The real fun begins if Trump loses his sense of smell to the COVID and some intern replaces the crushed prescription amphetamines he is obviously addicted to with some kind of placebo dust. What happens? WHO KNOWS? Who. Nose.

REAL TALK: the reason we didn’t have a unified national health care infrastructure to combat COVID is because our government is forced to be disorganized by short-sighted weirdos demanding “states rights” to protect their racism, sexism & their murder buttons.

What we don’t talk about in our good-bad culture, though, is the Inoffensively Terrible. The things that are terrible but you just shrug and move on. Like we all yell about how Creed and Kid Rock are awful but we’ll just shrug at AC/DC. “It’s AC/DC, what can you do?”

If you see someone drinking cheap coffee, you can always yell “WOO, CRANK THAT FOLGERS, BOY” and it’s almost always funny.