Grampy needs a break, and by God, he's going to take one.
Now, you might think I'm about to launch on a diatribe about Grampy McCain's little stunt today, deciding that since he can't possibly look good in a debate against an opponent half his age but twice as start, he'll manufacture a reason to take a little time-out.
Alas, comrades, no. That little ploy speaks for itself. There's nothing I can add to the discourse on that despicable piece of political theatre.
Instead, I'm back today to say goodbye; that is, at least for a few more days. Papa Bear is winging it to Texas tommorrow for a long weekend at the Austin City Limits Music Festival. This trip promises to be the Anti-Disney, and while I imagine I'll be acting a little Goofy* at times, there's nothing Mickey Mouse about this event. It is a first class, sun-drenched bacchanal of music, and I fully plan to bake my soul in the Central Texas sun to the accompaniment of loud guitars and drums.
(*Editor's note: I originally wrote "Daffy" here, but in reviewing this clever bit of wordplay, remembered that Daffy Duck is not actually a Disney character. This is unfortunate, as relative to my own anticipated course of action in Austin, I think "daffy" will be a more apt description than "goofy". But it's the purity of the prose that counts here, and so you get what I promise will be my last ever punning on the names of assorted Disney characters.)
(Come to think of it, "daffy" might not be accurate either. "Drunken" is probably closer to the truth. But "drunken" and "daffy" often go hand-in-hand; if you have the misfortune of talking to a drunk, it's usually pretty fucking daffy, to say the very least.)
(I also can't help but notice that my sporadic postings of late have frequently mentioned drinking, in one form or another. This is really more coincidence than a reflection on my actual lifestyle. I can quit drinking anytime I want to. I just don't want to.)
(See? There I go again. Using a tired old punchline about drunks. Honest to God, I'm no teetotaller, but neither am I a stumblebum gin-guzzling young GW Bush, either. I've just got Lone Star on the brain here as I count down the hours to departure.)
I'll be back with better-and more regular stuff-starting next week, travelers. I swear.
Unless I'm in rehab.
(Jesus Christ! Was THAT necessary?)
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3 comments:
LOL! I'm just glad to see you popping up on my feeds - I was getting ready to write my own ransom note to the jackals!
I know you're going to have a blast in Austin - sweet childfree days of vice await you, man - I'm very jealous.
(I really enjoyed the italicized voice. I DID just finish reading the 25th Anniversary edition of "The Princess Bride", so maybe I'm just in the mode.But either way, it was kind of like a stiff drink to read you again - I'm all giddy and shit!)
(Also, thank you for pointing out what a total piece of political shite that whole "We need to have a leader's meeting or the world is going to go to hell in a handbag (Jesus! I'm going to get CREAMED in a debate - WTF can I do to get out of it?)" thing that unfolded today. It just makes me feel better to know somebody else thinks so too.
Have fun in Texas - "Party on Wayne!"
Hallelujah! He's back.(swift double take, Wile E Coyote style) And he's gone again...
Your blogging has been about as regular as mine of late :-D
Don't you love it when the voice in your head makes it's way down your fingertips to the keyboard and there seems to be nothing filtering it?
As for McCain. I laughed out loud when I heard THAT news bulletin. I had to explain 'emotive, political stunt' to the BA who was sitting next to me.
I am completely jealous. Also, don't forget your schizophrenia drugs. It sucks when you're attempting to talk to a drunk person that's only talking to him/herself.
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