yes, i have been absent from the blogosphere for about a month. time goes by fast. we didn’t have internet for a few of those weeks. after that, i have no excuse.
i had a post all ready for “A Week of Horrors, A Week of Hope” Part Deux but now it seems irrelevant and outdated. and besides, enough people blogged about the Phillies trash causing flat tires at Critical Mass and Obama becoming President Elect. the only real change i wanted at the time was for him to ride a Critical Mass and bring a sense of decency to Philadelphia’s failing monthly “group” ride.
oh yeah but now the economy sucks.
and it’s fucking christmas. i don’t even want to talk about christmas. i went to a Borders a few weeks ago with my sister and we saw this
and almost threw up.
i’m not a “scrooge” (i hate even using that term because it reminds me of the facist anti-semites at Disney) but Christmas just gives everyone anxiety and everyone’s already broke and homeless so someone should make one of those “The Year There Almost Wasn’t Christmas” Specials and instead of some asshole saving the whole thing they could end the movie early and all the pensionless people can come on screen and say “Really kids, you’re parents are broke. Give them a break. Don’t you want to eat next month without indebting your family?”
i’d like to just have a Christmas where it actually snows (temporary earmuffs to the ubiquitous shouts of GLOBAL WARMING) and everyone just hangs out by a woodstove and drinks hot drinks and eats hot food and no one cares if everyone got each other gifts. maybe that’s what the word WASSLE really means! and we just threw that word away like it was dirty laundary from the late nineteenth century.
so skip to new years day in Philadelphia. that’s right. MUMMERS! i am a Mummer this year. i kid you not. we are Mummers on the Eve of the Nukuler Winter or something like that. but there are budget cuts, and the parade is shortened and apparently there’s no Two Street party. but the final decisions are coming in Thursday of this week so i’m not going to jump the gun here. i really wanted to dress as a Cyborg but our costumes have to be consistent. we could be a lizard, slug or robot and i picked the psychedelic slug.
maybe if we strut hard enough we can convince the people of Philadelphia to throw money at us. or pay the Police Department’s overtime wages. technically, we are from the future. as all alien/time travel movies go, the commonfolk should be awestruck and give us their complete subordination for at least 12 hours before they begin to devise a plan against us.
wouldn’t you, if these guys were playing banjo in the string band?
which brings me to my continual thoughts on the year 2009. what the fuck is going to be up with 2009? 2008 was way crazier than we all thought. no joke, like ANYTHING can happen in ‘09.
it’s always a lovely time to compare headlines of today with those of a century ago. like, wow, they were just going to the north pole then! and now it’s melting. there were no noise shows or rusty tandem bikes or money-hungry landlords occupying my building then, either, just some textile and asbestos manufacturers. oh how things change.
