Happy gloomy Caturday. Can we get some springtime up in this piece?
And on that note… Why is it springtime, summertime and wintertime but then… autumn? Seriously now. Falltime. How is anyone supposed to learn this language? Welcome to America: bough, cough, thorough. GOOD LUCK, IMMIGRANTS.
These are the ultra-deep thoughts running through my ultra-fried brain at the moment. Here’s another one I pondered last night in the arrivals line at the airport: Do you think people 100 years ago thought we’d be flying commercial jets all over the damn world AND that we’d have an entire parking lot at the airport dedicated to our magical handheld computer devices called cell phones? No they did not. Because it’s weird, man.
Ralph and Weaz came. Almost.