Daily Blast

Bury, burn or blast off. Thinking back to our earliest days I have to wonder which came first. Some hominid tripping over the bones of the dead said we have to do something about this. Hmmm. Should we dig a hole and bury it or should we have a bonfire (really a bone fire) and make ashes of our ancestors.

Conditions at the time dictated and facilitated the choice.

Fast forward many years to when technology gave us another option. Lets just shoot our earthly remains into space. After all there is a lot of space up there in space. We are just the species to fill it. After all who wants to have their leavings hanging around in perpetuity in the…

 

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Daily Theater

Well pluck the duck. What do I have to lose. I guess I will go live in the future even if it is inhabited with people that have boomer expectations in a millennial economy. Sure it’s like having bees live in your head, but there you are.

Everything I know I learned from Firesign Theater.

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Ad Version

via Daily Prompt: Avid

 

Along time ago in a far away reality a random access editing tool was born out of the fear and squalor of linear methods of stacking picture and sound bits in a fungible predestined order. A system built on Apple’s upstart architecture was foisted upon a world of trim bins, dirty dupes, and countless open re-edits of arcane EDL list management disciples. The decidedly nonlinear AVID Media Composer was born into a world full of nattering nabobs of negativity.

But Another Version Instead of Deciding  seized the day.

The hangover left by such flexibility and indecision led to my internal dissonance which threw my normal Harmony out of phase causing me to Spike the last two Daily Prompts of this week and leave that Media to Decompose itself.

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Its Time

via Daily Prompt: Opaque

Override Oblique Opaque Oligarchy Operations Or Owe Outlandish Offerings Outright Owning Oblivion Obscurity Obfuscation Of Obvious Ontological Oopsies

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Oh My!

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Note:  The crux of the biscuit is the missing apostrophe 

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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Delayed Echolalia

 

Apparently we are in for another national bout.

Echoes have differing return times, but rarely offer differing returns.

Solutions once offered bounce back to us. Goes over us.Or passes us. Comes close to us. Even lands on us from time to time.

But do echos of bygone solutions have the desired effect?

I hear echoes. It has been delayed. It has the same stench of decay.

But it will be salad days in the swamp. But it ain’t gunna be …

 

… that they’re eating in the swamp with their frogs legs. You can take that to the bank.

Here comes another one just like the other one.

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