Good News All Around

Originally Posted Saturday, June 22, 2013

Good news out in Washington.  The Hanford nuclear plant is leaking.  Officials are not yet certain why or where, but there is no immediate danger, of course.  It is almost a good thing.  Now we know that it needs fixin'. Again, this leaking of contaminated radioactive materials poses no immediate threat to anything or anybody.  Yay! 

Now we will say the Pledge of Allegiance. 

Charges have been filed against Edward Snowden, and the U.S. government has asked for his extradition.  Nobody involved in what may be the illegal gathering of information on private citizens has been charged. 

Facebook had a little snafu.  I got notification, so I am one of the six million users affected.  They wanted to assure me that there is no real problem with this, that the people who saw all of my information probably already have it anyway.  Really it is simply a reaffirmation of what people already knew.  Should I choose to do so, I could celebrate.  Fortunately for me, I don't use Facebook, so I am truly blessed. 

The repairman is tearing up my roof right now.  Why do I let him choose a day when I am here?  I didn't get home until early this morning drunk as a skunk as the hillbillies say.  I like girls a lot, but they sure can be a man's demise.  And then you wait and wait and they don't all, don't write.  Lick you, stick you, and hit you with a postage stamp. 

I'm kidding.  I like it fine that way.  And I'm leading you to believe in things that only might be true.  Myth making is the nature of this avocation. 

I have a billion creative things to do, but yesterday I only managed to work out and lie in the sun.  I feel guilty about my lack of initiative.  Hell, the repairman is up there tearing the heck out of things and making a fortune.  He told me his a.c. went out and that the son of a bitches want $1,700 to put in a new compressor.  Uh-oh.  Wonder where he will get that money?  Of course he's up there tearing up my roof.  Holy shit, holy shit.  Why am I not more of a "man"?  I should be up there with a buddy doing it myself. 

"Jesus Christ, man, you sit around here typing on your computer and making pictures of naked girls while your house goes to shit.  Why don't you take care of things?" 

You might think that is my mother scolding me, but it is the repairman. 

"It's true," I tell him. 

Here is an old instant Impossible film image I found while cleaning things up yesterday.  Literal.  I have hundreds of such things lying about.  The film is very expensive, too.  Jesus Christ, I just sit around the house typing and making pictures of naked girls while things fall apart around me.  I think I'll go up and get a greasy breakfast.