Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan

Thanks (again).

I’m probably repeating myself here, but if you are a healthcare professional or a frontline worker of any kind, seriously, thank you.

Doctors and nurses are facing challenges on the job that I couldn’t imagine. Lord knows most of us would have a hard time summoning the courage to face the dangers that they do. I can’t imagine being that disciplined or mentally tough.

And where would we be without essential service workers and store employees? I know that many of them are exposed to a frightening degree of risk — and often for little money. The rest of us would be screwed if they weren’t there. It really is just that simple.

Anyway — you customer service folks — lots of us are especially grateful to you … I hope that you don’t run across any bad apples that obscure the fact.

Hey — if you are reading this and you’re interacting with frontline workers of any kind … maybe we can all make a sort of honor-system-ish online pact here to be extra courteous? I used to work retail, and I can assure you that a sincere thank you or a kind word goes a long way. And tipping well can really underscore the point.

 

 

Future publication

Hey, gang — here’s just a quick update of where my poems and stories will appear next.

Future publication

 

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Donald Trump Limerick #6

And now the disordered goon
is hell-bent on mining the moon.
The strange new digression
leaves us the impression
that he’s a distractible loon.

 

 

If loving pickle loaf is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right.

CAROLINA PRIDE, *****es!

They mocked me once for favoring specialty meats. NOW WHOSE HABITUAL VICE IS CONSISTENTLY STOCKED EVEN IS TIMES OF APOCALYPSE-INDUCED SUPERMARKET SHORTAGES?

TODAY, THE MEAT AISLE. TOMORROW, THE WORLD.

 

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In the not-too-distant future — this country, A.D.

This meme is making the rounds on Facebook.  (As always, I’ll cheerfully credit its creator if he or she steps forward.)

Joel and the Bots might just make these televised farces bearable.

 

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Throwback Thursday: Milton Bradley’s Connect Four!

I loved this game.  Just about the only drawback to it was that if two kids got reasonably proficient at Connect Four, they would somewhat consistently reach a draw every time they played.

If you glance at the comments section for the video (I’m linking here to panbiscuit’s Youtube channel), you can see that plenty of people still remember the “Pretty sneaky, Sis” line at the end.

Weird world — when I was a little kid in the late 1970’s, I totally had that kid’s haircut.

Hey — you can actually play an online version of Connect Four for free if you’ve got Adobe Flash.

 

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

Wash your hands.

 

 

Another Donald Trump Limerick …

The #Dimericks hashtag has died down a bit on Twitter, but I couldn’t resist just one more limerick at Donald Trump’s expense …

There once was a doltish aggressor
who lied at his pandemic presser.
He figured he’d use
his tried-and-true ruse
of blaming his black predecessor.

 

 

 

I TOLD you I have big hair.

Damn thing needs its own zip code.

Unless I get it cut once a month, I turn into Mr. Glass from “Unbreakable.”

Or maybe Beaker the muppet at disillusioned midlife.

Meep.

 

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This kite stuck in a tree on a rainy day might be the best metaphor for 2020 ever.

Unless … maybe if the tree was also on fire.

And I’m not going that far for a good photo.  I’ve got enough problems.

 

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