Quote Between The Lines: Michael Jackson - 'Adults Have Let Me Down...'
"...Kids, on the other hand, are still getting me up."
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"...Kids, on the other hand, are still getting me up."
RELIGION:
Papal Election Finishes In Record Time With Rock Beating Scissors
by Solomon Wall, staff-writer for the Wall Talker
Now, don't get me wrong. I had an absolutely terrific time in New York. I hadn't been there in over ten years. I hung out and partied with the locals. I walked through Central Park. I rode in taxis with drivers trained exclusively by repeated viewings of Mad Max. I saw a Broadway parody of "Sesame Street" with a bunch of foul-mouthed puppets. I ate scrumptious food. I slept on a hotel bed that was so damned comfortable it was like heroine trying to get off it every morning. I had a terrific time. But not once, not ONCE, did I note any energy of the "certain indescribable" variety. Oh yeah, there was energy to the city alright. Energy all over the damn place. But said energy was neither "certain" nor "indescribable" I assure you.
Cab Driver Energy:
How was it describable? Like this. "Hi, I'm your cab driver today. We will be traveling at an average speed 725 miles per hour through 5 mile an hour traffic, slowing down to approximately 708 miles per hour for all 90 degree turns and red lights. Do not worry about reaching your destination due to current traffic constraints as I will be employing a honking technique known as 'semi-automatic' coupled with the Tourette's Syndrome method of lane changing."
What was uncertain about it? Remaining alive.
Walking Down The Street Energy:
How was it describable? Like this. Masses of people walking to and from work in a effort to avoid the risks imposed by the Mad Max Taxis and the Subways of Questionable Aromas, darting across streets Frogger-style, fiercely looking straight ahead and NOT AT ANYONE ELSE to deter muggers who are provoked by casual glances, all the while maintaining a brisk enough speed to offset the ever-present threat of climate induced hypothermia.
What was uncertain about it? Remaining alive.
Theatre-Going Energy:
How was it describable? Like this. Masses of people packing into a public structure quickly approaching a building capacity violation, while ushered by the soothing sounds of theatre attendants barking at everyone to get in, sit down, shut up, and enjoy culture.
What was uncertain about it? Whether or not the show would suck ass. (Which it did not. In fact, it kicked it!)
Central Park Energy:
How was it describable? Like this. Orange curtains. Everywhere. Ev-er-y-where. Electric.
What was uncertain about it? What the hell they were doing there.
Time Square Energy:
How was it describable? Like this. "Are we in Vegas?"
What was uncertain about it? "No, really, are we in Vegas?"
And this is just a small slice o' the Apple, my fine readers. The next time I go back to New York I hope to maybe have a run-in or two with a guy named Pauly, drop a cash register from the top of the Empire State Building, look up the Statue of Liberty's dress, experience a genuine New York minute (42 seconds), and have a series of glib discussions about both sex and the city. Until then, I leave you with this.
A friend of mine recently told me that when one goes to New York, one should throw around the phrase, "Big Apple" fairly regularly. As this is one of the labels used by New Yorkers "in the know," using it should immediately ingratiate oneself with these locals. Armed with this indespensible insider's tip, I'm leaving for the "Big Apple" early tomorrow morning. I can't decide if I should wait until I reach the hotel, or just come immediately off the plane with both arms akimbo boisterously exclaiming, "Yep! The BIIIIG APPLE!" I'll tell you one thing I'm looking forward to, though: some Big Apple pie. It must be really good there, right? Yessiree. So, Manhattan, prepare to be taken, 'cause here I come. Ready to address you as the large fruit that I know you are. Readers, when I return I'll let you all know how savvy the locals thought I was. Have a good week everyone.
For those, who read my recent commentary response to MRK, you already know that I've been blog-dry lately. I recently read a breakdown of blog do's and don'ts, one of which was "do publish entries often" and they were talking like several times a week. Well, dammit! I don't have that much going on up in my head, folks. Well, maybe that's not entirely accurate. But I certainly don't have that much publishable stuff going on in my head. I think I blog to get out the thoughts in my head that won't shut-up and are starting to annoy all the other thoughts. In fact, I think it's these other thoughts, the ones you're not reading about, that are dictating what you do read about. Or can read about. I mean, obviously my thoughts don't actually make you do anything because, strictly speaking, I'm not a space alien. If I were, I'd probably have more to say.
Blog entry if I were a space alien:
Saturday, February 5, 2005
¤öø?þð. Þ¤¥¿Ð× ‡????»?Þ my language translator so you can actually read what I'm writing. Ah, that's better. Okay, so now, let me just get this straight, earthlings: You actually spent all that dough going to the moon just so you could basically win some race?! What the Flurgon are you guys doing down there? I mean the moon, earthlings! In the palm of your primitively space-traveled hand, and now it's just sittin' there gathering it's own moon dust! Well, look, if that orbital seat's not taken then our lifeforms would be more than happy to grab it for you. It'd make a great banquet hall planet for us. And what's all this crap about one day terraforming Mars if your planet becomes uninhabitable? I mean if y'all actually even figure out how to do it then why the Flurgon wouldn't y'all just terraform your own damn planet back to normal?! Hello, earthlings?! Nobody constructs a new house because the old one is dirty! Crap on a stick, what's the matter with you carbon-sacks?! And just so I'm clear, you folks are all worried about destroying the planet with your own pollution, although you basically understand the technology to prevent it's destruction and just aren't sure it's worth preventing because it might... COST TOO MUCH?!! I'm just about ready to wash my antennae of you creatures. And another thing, will somebody please tell that Larry Miller guy from "Sit 'n Sleep" that his mattress guarantee makes NO SENSE! You'll beat anyone's price or my mattress is free? As in, "I'm sorry, but in this case, we just can't afford to beat this price, so we'll have to charge you nothing instead"?!! It's like promising that if you can't afford to give someone a hundred dollars then you'll give'em a million as a consolation. WHAT THE FLURGON?!! Okay, I'm just getting a space-headache, now. Like I'm trying to explain glass-blowing to a grizzly bear, here. An Earth-grizzly bear, that is, as the grizzly bears on our planet actually do have a rough proficiency in the art of glass-blowing. But I digress. And I might as well since I can no longer think of what to write to you earthlings. Guess I'm just blog-dry.
"The emptiness just sits there, waiting for nothing, hoping for less. But just out of curiosity, what's for dinner?"
Does anyone know how to get into writing for greeting cards? I think the previous would be a great message inside one for Anti-Valentine's Day. Here are a few more inspired ideas I have:
"Your mistress called. She said she's leaving you for another husband. Happy Anniversary."
"I have the worst headache right now, feels like a damn tumor! By the way, how's the cancer treating you? Get Well."
"As I lay on the front porch, shirtless, shivering, and shit-faced, I am reminded of the day this all began. Happy Birthday, Son."
"Merry Kiss-my-ass."
Okay, now it's time to get in a better space. Click here.
SCIENCE:
Mars Rover Discovery Suggests Possibility of Rocks On Mars
by Solomon Wall, staff-writer for the Wall Talker