You Have One Week

I am getting pretty sick of producing sweet blog for bumpkiss. THIS is the reaction I engender from my brethren and fellow great unwashed? Well that sucks.

I know the world is in revolt and no one can decide what they are revolting against. Some are just revolting. Just another stupid ass distraction from the real issues and problems. We are all dupes and suckers and we need us a good ass Thunderdome or the fine management style of the Lord Humungous to sweep through middle America and the deep south in a campaign of fire and death.

Once we tighten up that gene pool through armed combat to the death, things will start to turn around. There at least will be the PERCEPTION that someone is putting some effort into fixing things.

I like to think that we here at 'Cave of Cool Inc.' have used our brand to bring some joy and madness to your life inside this matrix we laughable call a civilization. You have also gotten spoiled and I find myself hating you. Not you as a person but you collectively. You are beautiful but that also makes you selfish - again, I miss this collectively.

I am prolific but not onerously so. I plan well and I have a finely honed system around here that allows for both written pieces, reviews, humorous observations on popular culture, recognition of the beauty visible in all things and endless variations - in short, all the things we all love.

I have tried to talk in interesting ways about things I am interested in in the hopes that some of you would share your thoughts with me about these interests that we share. I realized tonight that NO ONE talked 'Walking Dead' with me before tonight's premiere. I know. SHAME SHAME SHAME

I seem to meet some great people and then lose them as quickly as I found and connected with them. For those few of you who correspond with me on a regular basis and take the time to comment on my stuff, well, I can't give you anything more than my unlimited love. You are my people. I feel shame that I wish there were more of you that 'got me' enough to want to interact with me. I feel ashamed to even feel this way. So SHAME SHAME SHAME on me too.

Do you know that absolutely NO ONE that I grew up with or knew before the Internet is a follower of my blog or comments on anything I post about, ever. It's like I never ever really existed and without this record of me, my footprint on this world would be slight.

I feel like a joke on Facebook. I want to disable the ability for ANYONE to be able to leave comments on my blog. I am sick about caring. I can't seem to reduce my image files without adding to them at the same time that I am culling them.

I want friends to hang out with who don't care if I am there but notice when I am not. I would like to think I would be fun to be around in real life. I suspect I am not and that I smell like a cream soup.

I really need a nice pair of comfy slippers.

This week - crazy South African tomato hating doctor on Monday and Mr All Business no comfort or entertainment Dentist on Tuesday who uses the word 'sedation' but never lets me have it. I do love his hygienist. She is an angel.

I will try to eat less carbs this week. I hate that bread with sprouts and mayo and cheese and deli meat is some kind of a crime around here. Why can't I enjoy that with a nice pickle and a bowl of tomato soup without someone in the tabloids losing their freakin' mind?

I think Optimus Prime is the greatest of all the Transformers. I like the new cartoon because they found a way to make Megatron a multidimensional bad guy with some nobility to him. He is still an arrogant prick who I don't trust for a second not to fuck everyone the first chance he gets, but I love his 'Dr Doom' like personal. He is regal and interesting.

I get Prime's burden. He's the one chosen to do the heavy lifting and make the tough calls. He is a character of great bravery and heart. I hope this battle with Unicron goes well but I know that it will not.

The end is near. Beware the Curse of the Frozen Monkey.

I love you. Bye Bye.