I get depressed, ya know? Not often, but I’m susceptible to such things. And when it happens, I shut down. That’s why there’s been no Friday updates for the past couple of weeks, and why I missed Monday. I’m working hours that seriously cramp my style here, and it gets to me after a while. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a fucking box.
But we don’t need to fixate on that crap. I felt like I owed you guys an explanation, but let’s move on now. Shall we? Thanks for bearing with me.
Yesterday’s update about one of the many Rocky shenanigans was fun to write, and makes me think I should self-publish a book about the old Dunbar days. The big publishing houses weren’t interested in it, but who needs ’em? Right?
Rocky sent me an email last night telling me he enjoyed the piece, and I asked what he remembers about that day. He’s notorious for not remembering stuff — things that seem impossible to forget. And here’s his response:
Practically zero. I remember we were getting some sun in the backyard and drinking heavily. Vaguely remember the sliding glass door incident, plant stand incident and the vacuum being destroyed. Remember nothing after that. Had no idea my sister and friends rescued me or that your house was broken into.
That’s more than he usually comes up with. I don’t recall us “getting some sun.” It feels a little homoerotic to me, but whatever. I’m not surprised he’s unclear about the stuff that happened after I left. He was going cross-eyed by that point, about to hit the linoleum. Good stuff.
Speaking of Dunbar, my friend Bill sent this article to me yesterday. Hell yeah! Wonder if they’ve booked U2 yet? I can envision Bono and The Edge emerging through that utility door right now. They’ve come a long way since I left.
Last weekend something unusual happened. A conservative pundit of some renown tweeted out a link to my article about the hilarious new Prius commercial, and it got some fresh attention. She has close to half-a-million followers, so things heated up for a couple of days. Here’s one of my favorite responses:
your soul is damaged to the point of being evil…..
That was from one of our tolerant friends on the Left. But I got a little grief from the Right, too. Apparently I’m a bit too foul-mouthed? People need to get the stick of righteousness out of their asses, stat. ‘Live and think exactly the way I do, or go to hell’ seems to be the modern way of doing things. Or maybe it’s not even modern? I don’t care enough to ponder it.
Before I call it an evil day here, I want to remind you guys to please use our Amazon links while doing your holiday shopping. Here’s one, so you don’t have to hunt around. It helps us a great deal. So, please try not to forget. Simply pass through one of our links, and shop as normal. Thanks in advance!
And in yesterday’s Rocky update, I mentioned that our house was burgled (first time I’ve ever used that word?!) on that ridiculous day. And for a Question, I’d like to know if any of your houses or apartments were ever broken into. What happened? What did they steal? Were they ever caught? Tell us about it, won’t you? Use the comments link.
And I’ll see you guys again soon.
Have a great weekend!