Louie Land

Last night I dreamed that Louisville’s various neighborhoods and townships were revamped into amusements park sections as a tourist draw. We already have a Germantown in real life. In my dream, the residents there were being paid to dress in suspenders and lederhosen.

Churchill Downs was renamed Horsey Land. Everyone who lived there wore horse t-shirts.  But that was it.  I remember my dream self thinking how weird it was that they went to more effort dressing up Germantown than they did the home of the Kentucky Derby.  That’s just doesn’t make any sense.

I wish I could remember some of the others. I have a feeling they were priceless. But the dream is already evaporating into the ether.

The only other part I remember is that I was visiting all of the areas to see the changes, and I had to take a ferry to cross over to Germantown. (There is no such ferry in the real Louisville.) There was a woman with her teenage daughter on the boat. The woman and I started having a very nice conversation. Then she surreptitiously slipped me a note. It read, “We really can’t do this anymore. I have to think of my daughter.” I looked at her completely confused. She looked back at me smiling, as if nothing had happened. I slipped her back a note that said, “Are you a crazy person?” Then the ferry arrived and I went on to find some oom-pah-pah in German Land. Or Town. Whatever.

I want to go back there tonight so I can find Bourbonville.

More of me to love?

Yearly physical exam day.  Aka, The Shaming.

Dr: You’ve gained 20 lbs since September.

Me: I know.

Dr: (Deadly earnest.) Well, you know what you’ve gotta do.

Me: I know, I know. I’m starting next week.

Dr: Just make sure next week doesn’t keep turning into next week.

Me: Hey. Look. Gaining weight and losing weight are two things I do exceptionally well.

Dr: How about you come back in six months and prove it?

Me: A friendly wager might help motivate me.

Dr: All right. Get your weight down and I wager you’ll live longer.

Me: Was that a threat?

Dr: (Smirking and shaking his head, he turns back to his computer.) I don’t always understand your humor.

Me: Would it kill you to throw in a Starbucks gift card? Something?

Don’t Be A Big Stupid Idiot

So hilarious! Trump scoffs at global warming on Twitter.

Climate change. What a bunch of hooey! Right?

Silly liberal media! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

That’s sarcasm.

There is actually no argument here. The debate is over.

Scientists reached a consensus already.

The end.

You would think. And yet, we have returned to the Dark Ages. Science is distrusted. Intellectualism is despised. Logic and reason have left the building.

Throw the witch in the river. If she sinks, it’s a liberal conspiracy. If she floats, it’s fake news.

There needs to be a measure. A barometer.

I volunteer myself as that barometer.

I am not a genius. In fact, some may argue that I am, oh, not always the sharpest pencil in the . . . um . . . thing . . . that you put pencils . . . in?

Now, if even I have the sense to recognize that this Science is important stuff, then the rest of you have no excuse. Unless you’re just really really dumb. And you have to be pretty fucking dumb to make me look like a genius. For the love of God, do not let this become a world where I look like a genius! The bar must be higher than that.

It boggles my mind that anyone can deny this. There is such a distrust of the scientific community. Because, you know, they’re so much less credible than corporations and politicians. Trump doesn’t support global warming. Of course not. Why should he? There’s no upside for him. Where’s the profit in it. I don’t blame him. He’s being a Trump. It’s up to regular people to recognize the importance of scientific study.

You know. The same people who believe in Bigfoot, demonic possession, ghosts, UFOs, and angels.

Fuck. We’re doomed.

Magic

I misplace stuff all the time.  I know the cats know where my stuff is.  They probably know every corner of the house better than I do.

I said to Ruby today, “I wish you cats were magic and could talk so you could tell me where to find my phone.”

Ruby looked up and said,
“I am magic and I can talk.”
“Oh my God!” I yelled.
“I have no idea where you put your phone,” she said.
“Well, crap.”

 

Instant Karma

I seriously dread whenever I step out of my house at night. No matter how simple and quick the errand should be, I end up being dragged off into Crazyville.

Every time.

Tonight’s trek to the grocery for some cheese and tomatoes started off with me nearly being rammed head on by someone who was driving on the wrong side of the road. Followed ten minutes later by the lady behind me in the checkout lane, who tells me, “You people need to go to the store more often to see how it’s done!” She said this because I did not put down the divider to separate her cartload of pork rinds and baked beans from my cheese and tomatoes. When I ignored her, she went into a tirade about all of my sins, including not moving up in the line fast enough, using a shopping cart when I clearly didn’t have enough items to fill it (I should have used a hand cart), and yada yada crazy talk yada yada.

I finally turned to her (I know, I know) and I said, “Lady, you are NUTS. And I know I’m not the first person to tell you that, so don’t act shocked.” She applauded me, saying to anyone nearby, “Right, there, folks,” waving her finger at me, “A typical ASSHOLE! Right there, he is. ASSHOLE!” At this point, I was just sad for me. I tried to get out quickly. But, of course, the credit card reader wasn’t working. “Ah, ha!” she yelled. “Karma!”

Ruby

Ruby will always let Zelda eat before her. She’ll even sit back and let Zelda enter a room first. But, for some reason, she will forcibly knock Zelda out of the way so she can get front row on watching the water drip down the shower curtain. She’s a very odd creature.

A Clean Getaway

At the gym tonight, every shower was taken, except for one at the back of the row. It had terrible water pressure, and no cold water at all. Scalding hot. The other guys must have used up all of the cold water on that side, the wet bastards. I went to the other side of the locker room. The side where I had never previously ventured.

My coworker once told me there were showers back there. “Have you used them?” he had asked me. I told him no. He smiled and said, “You should.” His grin made me uncomfortable.

None of the showers were in use on that “other” side. It was dark and deserted. The first shower I went into had no working water. The next one had no soap. The next looked scary. Finally, I found a shower. Great water pressure, hot and cold running water. This was the life. Then half way through the bathing process, the soap dispenser runs out. I had to walk back out to the first shower, the one without water, and soap myself down. As I was about to walk back, I thought, “You know as you’re walking back, lathered from head to toe, you’re going to run into someone, right?” Even though there was no one else showering in that area, this seemed like a perfectly logical assumption, considering how things were going.

I popped out of the stall and a naked old man was standing there staring back at me. Like he was waiting on THAT shower, despite all of the other showers in there. There was just this second of silence between us before he bellowed at me, “SLIPPERY WHEN WET!” I assume he was trying to tell me to be careful so I wouldn’t slip and fall. But I have no idea why he chose to communicate it like that, unless he suffered from a brain disorder, or he was from a foreign land and those were the only words of English that he knew.  Despite his warning, I ran to my shower.

 

Sigh

Watched one of the younglings at work pour her left over Fruity Pebbles down the kitchen sink. Not the garbage – the sink drain. Like that won’t come back to haunt us.

By the way, you’re not 10 years old. Why the hell are you eating Fruity Pebbles?

On the way back to my desk, a girl came up and said, “Heeeyyy! How’s it goin’ old man?  No, I mean, not “old” man. Why did I say that? I must be crazy.”

Then she hurried away.

Conversations with My Doctor I

Dr: You’ve lost a lot of weight.
Me: I’ve gained five pounds since the last time you saw me.
Dr: Well, you know what they say. Okay, let’s see, you finished taking Z-pack a week ago . . .
Me: What do they say?
Dr. What?
Me: You said “you know what they say”. But I don’t know what they say.
Dr: Oh, people say all sorts of stuff.