(Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waitresses.)
It actually just occurred to me that she is the only character that I’m aware of in the Marvel Cinematic Universe who’s broken the fourth wall. (Sure, Deadpool does it all the time, but he hasn’t been introduced to the MCU yet.)
That depressing moment when you realize that Bud Abbott was better equipped to handle a public health crisis than Texas Governor Greg Abbott.
Gold Medal Books.
Was gonna mask up for Covid-19, but Jess, the kitchen supervisor at [location withheld], reassured me that it is just another “flu.” (SARS, MERS and the common cold are ALL “flus,” as it turns out.) Jess is an anti-masker, by the way.
You can find me tonight writing angry letters to the CDC, the Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins for misinforming me for [checks watch], more than a year now.
SCIENTISTS SCARE US BECAUSE THEY HATE OUR FREEDOM. Our non-scientist, kitchen-supervising, common-sense FREEDOM.
And if you wear a mask, then the scientists really have won.
Courtesy of Poems-For-All.
Britain. Newspaper advertisement.
“Cheese Was His Downfall.”
— my future epitaph, probably
Oil on canvas, between 1656 and 1711.
I’m not sure who our mystery predator is here. As I’ve noted before, there is a notable dearth of stray cats in Roanoke. I occasionally see one — but it’s nothing like my native New York, where stray cats outnumber people with a clean driving record.
Maybe the pupper next door did it. I dunno. He seems to be one of those gruff dogs who’s nevertheless timid (and adorable). He sort of grumble-barks tentatively and then goes instantly quiet when you make eye contact with him. He wandered into my backyard last summer and spent at least five minutes literally trembling in front of an empty tent, before he got up enough courage to bark at it. Eventually he even ran away from that.
Whatever the case, I hope that the little patch of ground below doesn’t lie along a suburban game trail. The is a place where bunny buds are known to roam. And the last one I startled there just ran in a confused figure eight — and then mistakenly ran at me for a moment instead of away. (Little brown fella had some kind of spatial relations problem. Or maybe he was channeling General Woundwort.)
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 