Mood rn
I haven’t gotten much done, and that’s bad, because there is much to be done. Usually by Friday I have one podcast in the can, next week’s Bleats all laid out, a Small Things video cut and waiting for VO, and the Friday Substack ready to roll. Haven’t done half of those. Am in that weary state where you wonder why you should. So I think the Bleat will take the short end of the stick today. I don’t know what that means. It would seem it would be easier to beat something with a long stick.
Googled the origin of the phrase . . . good Lord.
I did accomplish the disposal of old bricks, so there’s that. Drove back to the dump - it’s not called that, but it should be. A fine old name. True and to-the-point. Oh, I’d best take all this unneeded material to the South Recycling and Disposal Center.r No, it’s a dump.
Everyone who works there is so cheerful. The fellow who signs you in at the little hut by the weigh station then waves you forward, the fellow who asks what you’re dropping off today. He called me Bossman. How you doin’ today, Bossman. I said I was doing fine but I’d be better once I got these bricks out of the back. Fine fine, head forward, turn left. I backed up to the mess you see above and realized that hurling bricks out of your trunk with grim resolve is pretty good exercise. Pick one up, throw it at the pile. Pick one up, throw it at the pile.
Today will see more accomplishments. Anyway, sorry for the light above-the-fold. Had to do the magazine column and the Substack as well, and a podcast interview. We'll be back to full strength next week.
At a large outdoor shopping center in the rain. I was pushing a cart by target and it was full of stuff, and I realized that I was supposed to go to see a 7 o’clock movie in Saint Paul about advertising, even bought a ticket for it, but I realize that wasn’t going happen – the whole scenario was very confused, murky and unclear. I found my way into a smaller store, tried to find my way out, but went to a side door and when I opened it up, it just turned into a little room and somebody came along and was talking about how I should’ve known that, and I had to lie and say yes, I was well aware of this old store with its great history and how this little room was there, and he said that it wasn’t always there, there used to be a Phone booth right here, then he starts telling me about how it’s an old strange store with lots of junk, like he was the owner, but there really wasn’t that much stuff in there. When I walked outside, I was accosted by a couple who insisted I had taken their shopping cart. I was apologetic and had to keep telling them that I really didn’t know what was going on today, I’ve taken it by mistake. The woman explained to me that she understood my position, and she said that I know who you are in a kind way to indicate that you read the newspaper column. We parted friends.
When I got back to my car I realized I’ve been driving my car from the backseat instead of the front.
AI could not come up with a man driving a car from the backseat. Had more luck with the room in the store. Mood's right.
Lance's 1000-yard stare in the second panel indicates he was, at this early point in the strip, weary to the bone of the lies men told.
He's still sick of it all in the third panel. Solution here.
Sure, I'll pad it all out with this sporadic feature. I hope next year's 1986 sequence is better. Maybe I'll do lowest of 1956. Or not.
There was a lot of this stuff. Kung Fu had a vogue in various medium.
No one was really all that bothered when the Kung Fu stuff petered out. Enough of that, grasshopper.
That'll do. More Cuban lucre today. I hope I earned your patronage, and I'll see you Monday.
