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via Daily Prompt: Spicy

Once off the carousel of my youthful pursuits my long thin blond animal traded me in for another and I found my life in TV Fi land. There I met the complete opposite. A short raven haired lacivious luscious ball of fire with dangerous curves in the most delightful places.

She was one specey spicy meatball.

 

Her cuisine was always a delight and never required an Alka Seltzer chaser.

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Tis The Season to be Folly

Folly is such a fun word. I mean who doesn’t enjoy a spirited game of Folly Ball. Looking forward to having a Folly Folly Christmas this year with Folly Ole St Nick.

St. Nick uses reindeer power as opposed to Fulton’s Folly which ushered in the age of our Fossil Fuel Folly of believing there is an infinite supply of things to burn on our decidedly and well mapped finite planet. What’s done is done but we are only follying ourselves thinking otherwise.

Of course McCain’s Folly (a.k.a. matriarch of the one time first family of Seward’s Folly) does not believe in such things, nor other things from her progeny’s prodigious folly of taking “Cheaper By The Dozen” as a guide to Folly Planning.

So in life one mans folly is another mans floor, and where there is folly there is money to be made. It is no folly to think that someone is making folding folly somewhere off of our Founding Fathers Folly’s and Foibles. The ofttimes suspected , never directly addressed Electoral Folly.

In closing allow me to digress to youthful budding folly becoming full bloom folly. As a young man at the office Folliday Party I learned of a particular moral weakness I have. Blow in my ear and I’ll folly you anywhere. She did, I did, and Holiday Folliness Abounded. Apparently I am not alone in my countrymen and women in my susceptibility to melting into a puddle of folly after getting my ear blown.

So as we Deck the halls with boughs of Folly lets all sing together….

Folly Lolly Loll lol la la la.

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Mythicalville

Once upon a time there was Ward and June.

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Lucy and Ricky.

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The alternative living situation of Andy and Aunt Bea.

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All was well in the world. A fare for all and no fair for anyone.

You knew it wasn’t real because at best it came to you on a twelve inch black and white screen.  But you let it into your brain by looking at it. You were plugged in. You were in training for reality as brought to you by…

You already had been infected by the pink eye of reading and the earwig of radio. But now you were awash in other peoples alleged “realities” from across the country.

Nowwheresville.

NewYorkville.

Mayberryville.

So where and when were these Mythicalvilles?

Neversville.

These realities were presented to sell you things safely quarantined on your twelve inch cathode ray tube. But you were young and much better at believing than seeing.

Then Came Reality TV

Welcome to Realityville

It’s All Around You

Step right up!

 

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Eerie Eerie

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All rise that aren’t already dead. “Eerie, Eerie, Eerie”. The Supine Court is not in season .

All those who have cause to plea draw near and you shall not be heard because you are SOL thanks to the Horror Show Congress.

God save these Divided Snakes, the great state of Confusion, and this dishonored court and Congress.

Ladies, gentlemen, ghouls, goblins, witches, and warlocks as well as the Supine Court of Confusion. Please be sated with nothing but TV, the internet, and buying stuff you don’t need , with money you don’t have, to impress people you don’t like.

Good All Hallows Eve and Trick or Treat to the Confused Supine Court. The last and final case on our duck it (because if you can’t fix it; Duc It) this morning is American Scheme versus the state of Confusion.

 Thank you Your Horror. May it displease the court. I am Nunya Bizness.

 Spook up a little bit if you could.

 I am Nunya Bizness and I represent Mr. American Scheme

See. Even the Judge of The Supine Court of Confusion in these eerie United Snakes of Amicus Brief’s is a little hard of Eerie-ing too.

The court was adjourned and set to reconvene November 8th.

So vote. Vote it good.

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This blogger apologizes for any transcriptions errors that may be present.

Rest assured the transgressing transcriptionist will be promptly burned at the stake

Cheese and Meat

Number one son was an aficionado of the Original.

Woe be unto him who tried to foist any New items on him. Perish the thought of Improved items as well. Same for Deluxe.  Limited begone. Nope. He wanted the Original.

He was the purist goalie in the family. Try to get anything past him that was not what he considered original, from BBQ sauce to Kraft Italian salad dressing, and the howls could be heard to the Original high heavens.

Anything other than cheese and meat on a burger was grounds to ban that McDonald’s from his Original list. With an added Original pox upon the hapless server who served it up in such an Unoriginal fashion to him.

He was indeed the embodiment of the Original Sin.

He was a terrible consumer in training and the nightmare of all fiduciaries of our growth fetishistic enterprises and nation.

But after years in front of the television soaking in commercials, online Ad culture, and peer pressure he came around as all good potential productivity pods do. Now number one son wants everything new and improved in the world you can possibly imagine.

But since he is one of the Original Millennials he may be too late since the Original promise of trickle down has already been lapped up, swallowed , and sent elsewhere.

Maybe someone has an Original idea to solve this.

I haven’t heard it.

I have observed a lot of very Unoriginal silliness in between the TV commercials, Ad Banners, and pop up ads however.

So I hope he still only wants cheese and meat on his burger.

After all , it’s the Original.

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Where’s Waldo?

“I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

There’s Waldo!

But that is not what I am obsessed with. I am obsessed with me.

Me memememememememememememe.

I am my own ever present meme.

Sure you may have thought the statement,”Where ever you go, there you are” was a joke. But it’s not.

It’s true.

Where ever I go I am there.

And it is freakin’ me out man.

That Emerson dude knew. I mean he really knew. This was long before he went into fridges and Hi Fi  and stereo stuff. But his stereo’s always needed at least two speakers.  It took him until 1969 to figure that one and he needed both Marx and Lennon’s help.

How can you be two places at once when you’re not anywhere at all?

 

 

But that makes three. He was really old by then so neither he nor I am inclined to wrestle that whole trinity thing.  I take comfort that I may still have time to transcend my obsession with myself since I am nowhere nearly as chronologically gifted as Emerson was even when he first started making radios.

Those were indeed monophonic constructs.

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See. Beautiful.

It all starts with one.

Me.

But the key word is starts.

So even though I am stuck lugging the object of my obsession with me where ever I travel and have to experience the world through my obsession’s senses, filter them through my self obsessed brain, share them though my self obsessed mouth or my self obsessed fingers through this self obsessed blog post I have hope.

Through empathy maybe I can have brief flashes of being two places at once and see the world through another’s self obsessed perceptions. If I am really lucky that person I am empathizing with has transcended self obsession and it will reveal a whole new vision of reality.

Kind of like, they’ll tell two friends and I’ll tell two friends ect. ect ect.

Meanwhile I need to get more coffee. See. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Me.

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