Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Michael Jackson

After a month of migraine, rhinovirus, exsanguinating nasal passages, blackout inducing coughing, blackouts induced by trying to read a poorly written murder mystery while trying at the same time to ignore the jabbering of beloved family members as they went on and on about how the world is incompetently constructed and how it should be constructed without ever mentioning any paths that might lead to it's proper construction thereby leaving it (the world) with it's usual construction which is not, nor will it ever be constructed any better than this sentence and other joyous holiday activities, I managed to stay awake until the end of the year during the celebration at Len & Miriam's Sou'Wester lodge in Seaview.
At one point I dropped and did ten push-ups just to check and see if there was still a real seeming aspect to this seemingly eternal bad dream
The new year has yet to heed the millions and millions (est.) of exhortations to be a happy one.
But that's not too surprising.
It's a black ugly twisted enigma and lethargy is still the boss of me.

I wash my hands, but I don't wear gloves.

6 Comments:

Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

And there it is, the re-emergence
of the last hobbit standing,
the grouch, the grinch,
grouse baked for holiday fare.
Yes, probably, and the hell
you say. I like the fact that
you can personalize your
prose, and still weave it
into a branch of that magpie
from last week. Or is it from
this week ? I lose track too.
"the state of the world"
is your thread, with the cold
wars, hot wars, couch politicians,
environmental dangers, and
public disgraces; then you
still threw in a gauntlet, so
in my estimation, this entry
covers last week and this week,
straddling both prompts like
a Harryhausen puppet, moving
slowly, one gesture at a time.
It is good to have a friend whose
humor is darker than mine,
and so are his demons.

5:09 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Seriously, it is good to have you
back among the living. Your
voice was missed in the cyber
halls of dissent, discord, and
when you are silent there is
a strange vibe in the Force
that throws the rest of us
off balance. Humor, that's what
suffers. When you are absent
it is like the day Red Foxx
passed away, the day the
humor died; driving our
Chevvy down by the levy,
drinking that scotch and rye.

9:22 AM  
Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

This last line adds just the right amount of genius.

Happy New Year! Hah-hah...I couldn't resist!

3:44 PM  
Blogger signed...bkm said...

Great and the last line...wonderful indeed....bkm

4:30 PM  
Blogger Reflections said...

Yep, and the last line says it all... wonderful post.

8:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane!
The year was only 4 days old then; hopefully, it will soon be a happy new year; maybe it has already become one!! If not, happiness may just be "around the corner".
Tschuess,
Anonomann

2:06 PM  

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