Humor has been hard to find in modern times
But Tina Fey allowed me to laugh again
As only the Onion would have covered the Moon Landing
To the moon with you!
Some 20 years ago, I was in a rehearsal hall in midtown Manhattan, surrounded by some 8 cast members and the stage manager of the play I was directing, as we discussed age differences in relationships.
I had mentioned there was a time when I told myself I would not date anyone who was born before the Moon Walk – a stipulation that was abandoned in later years.
On actress perked up to say, “I remember that! My mother got me out of bed to watch it on TV.”
She was referring to Michael Jackson’s performing his backwards shuffle on the MTV Awards.
EVERY person in the room assumed I was referring to the same incident.
The one that stands, oh, alongside the invention of the wheel and writing, as one of the greatest achievements in the history of human civilization seems to have been overlooked. And it continues to be taken for granted every since.
It seems the wrong Moon Walk has taken over the consciousness of Americans, if you can call it consciousness.
People Who Tried to Take Panorama Shots and Ended Up Opening the Gates of Hell
From Sad and Useless
I had to force myself to stop laughing as it hurt too much
My understanding of the Rules of Cricket
Easy as eel pie
One side is in and one side is out until the side that is out gets the side that is in out, when they come in until they are out.
Or so I thought. I have since been informed that there are some other rules to Cricket. The following should clarify a few things:
One day, I will post a review and declare it finished and it will be finished, without the additional 48 hours of chisel tapping and complete rewriting of paragraphs only a lobotomized gibbon would have thought polished. And the next day I will drop dead.
The day after that, the international media will announce the record holder for the oldest human ever known will have expired at 187 years of age.
Cases in point include:
and the Monday Map post following this one.
Arene is a ceramics potter near Flagstaff, AZ.
You’re welcome, Cleveland.
I realized that it was my doing, putting my chair in just the right spot, mixed with my mojo of onion rings and seltzer with tart cherry juice on ice that made the difference tonight and brought a professional sports championship to Cleveland for the first time since the 1964 Browns.
But seriously, special victories like this take incredible fortune and almost otherworldly timing – being in just the right place, at just the right time, with legs crossing and uncrossing in synch with the fabric of space-time nail chewing, while scolding the Cavaliers‘ cavalier ball handling and shooting that kept things far too close for comfort, all of which I managed to pull off flawlessly.
I haven’t watched a professional basketball game in maybe 25 years. But when I came home to catch up on Game of Thrones and realized it was halftime in Game 7 and you were down by 7 points, the numerology said it all: “You owe it to Cleveland. So do not touch that dial. Sit your rump down, eat those onion rings, and sip that not too tart cherry goodness and CONCENTRATE!”
And I came through, for you Cleveland.
When it was 89 – 89 for far too gosh darn long as shot after shot went awry followed by no offensive rebounds, I said, “That is ENOUGH!” and out came the reserve onion rings, as I straightened every seam, turned my head and coughed, and we prevailed. You and I, Cleveland.
We, at long last, prevailed.