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Clumsy, bold, and an optimist despite… My poetry is posted at thepoetryshack.blogspot.com
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I’m going from the monkey to the bear… (The Monkey to Paddington in Peru)

There are twenty-five other people in this theater so far, and I am amazingly the youngest. Yup, it must be the Led Zeppelin documentary!

After taking last weekend off, this evening I return to my local theater to watch three films. The menu is varied - Becoming Led Zeppelin, The Monkey, and Paddington in Peru. I wonder if anybody else will be at a showing of Paddington that lets out at midnight…

You know, I had great taste as a kid. For the most part, if I liked it then, I still do. If I didn’t, I don’t. I wasn’t perfect, though. In kindergarten, I worshipped a cartoon, Battle of the Planets. An adult, I erred and watched it again. Yup. I wasn’t perfect. It’s complete shit.

Our judiciary is spineless. As Trump defies the other branches of government more and more, most judges are hiding behind technicalities to avoid tough judgments upholding the law. If you avoid enforcing guardrails, there soon won’t be any. When did judges became so stupid?

America has always preferred a head of government rather than a king and a king without a head. We’re losing it.

I’m ready for some jazz.

A bookmark I’ve used in a favorite book for a long time. How long? Well, friends, that’s a peel and stick label for fancy blank VHS videotapes many centuries ago…

Zelensky is my President.

Trump is angry and investigating ways to get his new Air Force One planes from Boeing faster, and I think one innovative solution is to cut back drastically on safety standards.

No, Tinder, *you’re* out of users in my area.

I sure hope I look like what I think I see in the mirror and not like I think I see through my phone’s camera.

Alright, a cold snap with a decent chance of rain round the noon hour. Charge!

With yesterday off, today was a tortuous Monday-as-a-Tuesday with a sleepless night serving as a sadistic prologue. So yeah, the week will get better from here. Hush! It will!

The price of my coffee beans jumped up but I say nothing because they know they have me.

I’m reading over love letters from a year ago, and rain is suddenly starting.

In our era of simplicity and blunt propaganda, I especially relish Paul Simon’s sly (and catchy!) The Boy in the Bubble. Is technology wonderful? Yup. Is technology horrible? Yup.

Nobody mentioned my new pants today. Does this mean my coworkers aren’t checking out my ass as much as they used to?

If I don’t read at least one positive review from a trusted source, I’m cancelling my Saturday ticket for Captain America. I really want it to be good, but ouch…