It has been one year since I posted anything here. Enjoy some artwork by a third grade Petulant to commemorate this day. Even as a youngin’ I was a fan of bloodshot eyes. I know them too well as an adult. Perhaps I will resume my “petulant rumblings,” despite that “life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!”
Oh well! Enjoy the silence. For now.
As is obvious, I do not post here with my usual routine. (Unfortunately, I perform my shtick on FB. ) Maybe I will resurface in the new year when I develop a new masturbatory technique. HA! Isn’t that what it is all about? Public, verbal manipulation and angst keep fingers busy for self-pleasure as it riles those who caress in private and explode with a necessary comment of acceptance or derision. There is always a crisis and a letter to write. Humanity remains deficient.
Hopefully, art and music will always survive. Too many forget the arts in pursuit of self-gratification.
Many instigate change with the best intentions, yet it often seems hollow. Diligence is commendable. Find me the nearest whisky bar.
Fare thee well for now.
Tartini- Sonata in G minor.
Halloween approaches. Posting might be chewy and inconsistent. If it borders on cannibalism, I might seem sincere. That seems normal these days. Metaphoric conjoined is easier than physical. It was just one of those things.
When personal issues consume, the last thought is a website. I am neither dead nor finished. Like many I have moments of doubt, denial, and apathy. When I experience those moments, I turn to food. Often a grated vegetable has more significance than my pain or another. I should read more Marinetti. His cookbook is far more interesting.
I would rather eat. Like cucumber ketchup.
I used the Fanny Farmer recipe as a basis but added horseradish from another 19th century recipe. I prefer a significant bite. Mix it with yogurt for a creamy dressing.
If you lack the patience to make it, that is your problem.
I failed to mention that Terlene had her baby back in February. She’s pregnant again. That poor girl doesn’t know when to stop. She did get her sexual education under the Bush Administration. Oh well. She had a coupon for a family portrait. She bought Trolanda a new outfit with her Powerball winnings. Little Travis isn’t growin’. He’ll have growth spurt one of these days.
I envy those souls who can sit behind a computer and continually post. I’m an expert in sitting. That’s about it.
What have I learned since my last posting?
- I want to change my name to Felix Pickles.
- I enjoy Steven Moffat’s interpretation of Sherlock Holmes.
- The movie Soapdish is a favorite film.
- As is Black Narcissus. Barnes and Noble still has the 50% off sale for Criterion DVDs. There is a new release and remaster of Black Narcissus.
- I require a brain transplant. This body is tedious.
- I dealt with cat piss.
- I dreamed of Galliano and how Genet looked in prison.
- And we need to take back America. Well, take back America with a healthy dose of Xanax.