There ought to be clowns

       It’s really all my life needs to become a circus.  Well, that and large piles of elephant shit, a big tent, and several midgets on motorcycles.  No, not naked midgets.  That would make life an orgy, and who has the time.

      My sabbatical from this August establishment of alleged writers began with me starting a consulting business; which unlike most had a meteoric birth.   Being buried beneath that and my day job left little time, but I knew with the onslaught of winters misery time would again become available to come here and bore the piss out of people that by their mere presence at this page would appear to be suffering from a level of malaise they may never recover from.

    As luck would have it,  the onset of winter coincided with my sticking my hand where it didn’t belong, thereby crushing several bones and making my fingers look like a bloody bowl of ramen noodles.  I’m now back to nine fingers working as well as I can hope, and a frankenstein finger that will never again be what it once was.  I split that one in two, and owe a Nepalese hand specialist for it’s continued existence.  Too bad really.  It would of made a hell of a necklace.

      I really didn’t return becaust I wished to write anything of salient value, but rather to check in on the miniscule herd of people that read here regularly.   My curiosity is an overwhelming force sometimes, and the question of whether  Max is eating ketchup sandwiches on the picket line has finally overcome me.   Also whether Anita has tempted fate to often and been consumed by a creature from another plane of existence.  Or have the good folks over at ration reality been imprisoned,  waterboarded and shipped off to Poland for further questioning?  Enquiring minds wish to know, or at least my beaten nearly comatose by bad living brain does.

   The rest of my readers seem normal, and I expect they’re all doing well.  I’m not certain of it, but uberfrau, practical reasoning, udreamofJanie et al have probably survived my absence quite well, and are currently thriving in whichever nook they’ve habitated these last several months.

   As for me the menagerie drives me nuts.  The constant bickering between Mollie and General Tso for my attention has me nearly at wits end, and if Roscoe humps the toilet he’ll have made a clean sweep of my ever so humble abode.  add to my fourlegged friends two sons that have received their drivers licenses since last I wrote here, and a daughter that has been bequeathed with more brains than I but the same vicious conversation style and my life is just one big happy…uh….circus.



9 Responses to There ought to be clowns

  1. Anita Marie says:

    As I live and breathe ( yes the monsters haven’t found me me, but the Scientologist are probably REALLY mad at me right now ) LOOK WHOSE BACK

    Oh Gosh Criminy your timing…it’s the Primaries they are hurting my brain.

    Can you make them go away?

    Hope your Noodle hand continues to get better.

    Anita Marie

  2. conundrum says:

    welcome back

    sorry to hear about your hand mangling event.

  3. max says:

    Ow. Your poor hand.

    Ketchup is tasty by the way.

  4. hiya max….hand is sort of fine….i could send you food if this drags on…it’s all fattening though

  5. max says:

    All care packages are appreciated.

  6. well then lets get one in the mail to you.

    is there any hope of an end to this thing soon?

    Stephen Colebert needs some writers…..bad

  7. max says:

    Well several entertainment entities have broken away from the AMPTP and signed independent agreements with the Guild. That puts a certain amount of pressure on the AMPTP to return to negotiations in good faith because not every entertainment entity in Hollywood is willing to support its tactics and now that it has held off talks long enough to use force majeure to cancel numerous contracts that were in play the AMPTP has initiated tentative talks. Whether or not these are good faith talks or just another maneuvering measure is unclear though so I do not know. At some point Wall Street is going to get pissed off and the people orchestrating all this are going to start losing jobs for this but those people do not really have much to lose they have such big settlement packages they get paid more to get fired than most people make in a lifetime.

  8. Missed you sooooooooo much!
    We were interred for a short time, but we were released with presents. You might know it as “going back home for the holidays”. It was horrible!

  9. good luck Max…when the USW negotiates they say “we want this”. Then the company says, “we can move to Mexico.” Then the USW says “what’ll you give us. At least your union appears to have a shot at success.

    Home for the holidays? I’ll take waterboarding, thank you muchly. You were missed as well, Bagel, though I peeked time to time.

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