Yearly Archives: 2026

 Preface: I aim to get to No. 100 before I end this series.  Four to go.  Thoughtward!

🎱  The I-Me-Mine Rule:  Whenever a film or novel makes an early reference to a mine, you can be sure there will be an accident in said mine later in the story.  This convention is a close cousin of the Old-Yeller Rule: the more beloved the family dog, the more likely that a tragedy will befall said dog, especially if it performs a heroic act.

😫 Taking this a step further:  In 1950s movies, no one seemed to question the ethics of making children cry for dramatic effect.  Did they all assume young kids don’t remember and so that made it OK?  (See: circumcisions.)  Our mid-century-modern diminishment of children’s pain made it convenient for films like Giant (1956) to justify shooting a scene (please click to view) in which Pedro the Turkey transitions from family pet to surprise dinner guest:

I’m sure worse scenes have been shot in the name of entertainment — Clockwork Orange springs to mind here.  I only hope that all those actors’ memories were, in fact, short.

😠 Speaking of what now passes for popular entertainment: I’d like to propose a boycott of show-runners whose means of attracting and holding an audience is to craft a uniquely repellent bad guy, whose main purpose is to make sure we spend one episode after another longing for the bad guy’s comeuppance.  I had thought this tired practice had peaked with King Joffrey (Game of Thrones) but no, it goes on and on and on, in the name of draining viewers’ wallets.

Streaming, if I may redefine the term, is the process by which money streams from your bank account to those of Amazon, Netflix, Apple and Paramount.  Did I miss anyone?

💔 Poem for Soured Lovers:

Our love was like a lemon wedge

I gave you a squeeze

and was left with the rind

 

🏛  I seldom make endorsements (I’m no influencer, so who would care!) but I must say how pleased I’ve been over the years with our Capital One Quicksilver card.  I signed up for this card years ago because it has no annual fee and 1.5% cash-back on purchases.  But other features have also come in handy: my card and my spouse’s have unique numbers and security codes; there is no fee for international transactions; and Capital One notifies me via email of international transactions, possible duplicate charges and other unusual activity.  Say what you will about big-corporation banking, Capital One seems to have a secure system in place.

🥨 Pretend you own a supermarket and you are über-organized and shopper-friendly.  Your decision: among what other products would you shelve bread crumbs?

supermarket shelf with bread crumbs

Ingles, our local supermarket, decided to shelve bread crumbs to the left of ramen noodles and matzo meal, to the right of instant mashed potatoes, and above the prefab stuffing mix (see image above).  This placement does serious injustice to bread crumbs, not to mention shoppers.

Bread crumbs, corn meal and like dry food staples belong in the same aisle as flour, sugar and rice — they surely have nothing in common with instant mashed potatoes and ramen. I say, bad decision, Ingles!  But where would you put bread crumbs?

🥚 I am in my seventies and I’ve had several colonoscopies.  (It is true — and it rhymes!)  As my fellow subjects know, the sweet-salty colonoscopy prep drink — and whatever you choose to mix it with — is nothing one’s palate ever forgives or forgets.  Little did I know that, due to my chosen mixture, ginger ale would forever be ruined for me.

My most recent colonoscopy made me think, why not invent a tongue-cover so that people wouldn’t have to taste that shit on its way down the chute.  But of course, someone already thought of this — I found just such a product on Amazon: 

Next time I need a colonoscopy, I’m checking this out — it may be my next endorsement.

😱 Chapman University of California recently released its 2025 list of top American Fears, things you and I supposedly fear the most, based on its survey of 1,015 adults.  Here are the top five items on Chapman’s fear list:

  • Corrupt government officials
  • People I love becoming seriously ill
  • Economic/financial collapse
  • Cyber-terrorism
  • People I love dying

My first observation:  I could argue that the root causes of these fears are all interrelated, hence not independent fears.  My second observation:  One’s fears are highly correlated to one’s age-cohort.  For example, people in their 20s don’t need to worry so much about the people they love becoming ill or dying — that gets real a few decades later for most of us.  What young people really need to fear is how AI has a non-zero possibility of upending everything we know about authenticity and the role and value of people.  Amazingly, that didn’t even make Chapman’s list.  Let’s check in with them next year, shall we?

🥸  My spouse asked me, “How do you spell Borders, like the book store?”  My response: B‑A‑N‑K-R-U-P-T.  I was sort of proud of that, being that snappy comebacks generally come to me ten minutes too late.  In fact, my comeback was so good that I felt compelled to write it down before I forgot.  So you’re welcome — weeks after the fact.

Here’s another:  “That isn’t a wine glass.”  “Any glass that has wine in it is a wine glass.”

I felt compelled to write that down too.

 

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If I had a dog

I would lead it around

let it dig in the ground

and I’d shoot TikTok videos

of the junk that it found

 

I would record its reaction

to miniscule threats

creepy-crawly insects

and its robust response

to bouncy brunettes

 

And if I was lucky

my dog would find things

on each of its digs

that would make every video

viral-interesting

 

Its leaping and barking

and industrious paws

would prompt TikTok applause

Its dog-brand of dogness

would produce oohs and aahs

 

We know every cute dog

needs a cute name to suit

I’d name my cute dog Pursuit,

the perfect name for a dog

who sniffs out the loot!

 

First thousands, then millions

of my canny canine’s followers

would earn us top internet honors

Or in TikTok-ky terms,

we’d rake in beaucoup ad dollars!

 

But on some grey TikTok day

my dear Pursuit would unearth

not one object of worth…

and the resulting rude comments

would snuff out my dog’s mirth

 

And thus Pursuit’s missions

would come to an end

along with our TikTok dividend

I would grieve for my dog,

man’s most lucrative friend.

 

But it’s not like Pursuit

and his pursuits would just die

He’s easy enough to replace with A.I.

Reality was good while it lasted

but we can TikTok it goodbye.

 

 

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I’ve done lots of things in my seven-plus decades of life that were ill-considered or outright stupid — my 25-year cigarette habit probably foremost among them.  But there are some activities I am NEVER going to do, not even if Jesus himself walked through the wall of my family room and said, “My Son, I know you haven’t gone to church in a while — I do keep tabs — but I have decided that you may engage in any reckless activity you want for one year, without fear of even slightly injuring yourself or others.”

“Why, Jesus, why?” I would implore of him, falling to my knees.  (Ouch.)

“Because I really — VERILY — enjoy reading your blog.  The upcoming adventures that you are sure to share thereupon will please me.”  So sayeth Jesus, who would then exit through the same wall he entered without any trace of wall damage.  That would be a miracle.

In any event, I thought it would be interesting (and pleasing to Jesus) to list a few things that I am NEVER going to do in my remaining months, years or decades, with or without  any free pass from the Man in the Silver Sandals.  So here goes.

•  I’m NEVER going to skydive!  I don’t care if our 41st President G.H.W. Bush did it on his 90th birthday — skydiving calls for too much trust in the person who packs the parachute. So y’all go ahead and splat yourself onto our granite planet like the ripe eggplants we are.  Hope you gain an appreciation for the gravity of the situation on the way down.

•  I’m NEVER going to bungee-jump off a bridge or any other platform!  What are these people thinking?  Is this their way of diagnosing the hiatus hernia in their stomach?  Or more likely, the voids in their skull?

•  I’m NEVER going to snort cocaine!  Again, what are these people thinking?  One of the most disappointing things to learn as a Beatles fan was how each of them abused cocaine and other self-destructive drugs in the ’70s.  The dream was over and they made sure of it.

•  I’m NEVER going to attend a religious revival meeting — or should I say, another one.  There are some things one agrees to do in order to spend more time with your date — but you only have to do them once.  After that, you can say no, and then — mirabile dictu! — she doesn’t want to do them either.

•  I’m NEVER going to visit a Las Vegas casino.  It’s not like I have some anti-gambling fetish:  it would be nice to play some friendly dealer-choice poker with like-minded guys.  But I have this thing about throwing money away for no reason at all.  Just me I guess.

•  I’m NEVER going to have a dog or cat or other furry animal.  Six years ago, my spouse got a canary, maybe the least care-intensive pet besides a goldfish.  I tolerate it (see item above about revival meetings) and I help care for it.  But no way am I ever getting up at 6:15 AM on a cold February morning to escort my so-called pet outside so it can take a dump.  And then for me to bag it up!

•  I’m NEVER going to sit through a State of The Union rant by Donald Trump.  No way am I staying up past 9:00 PM on a cold February evening to watch my so-called president take a dump.  And then for me to bag it up!

•  I’m NEVER going to march in a social justice event.  By the time I was inspired to do so, time passed me by…  Now, the time I may need to spend on my feet trumps my idealism.

•  I’m NEVER going to vote for another Republican. The days of voting for “the best candidate” are long gone. I think the last Republican I voted for was Gerald Ford in 1976. (He lost.)

•  I’m NEVER going to open a TikTok account.  Or a LinkedIn account.  Or an X account.  Or an Instagram account.  I’ll just stay comfortably enslaved to the Big Three: Facebook, Gmail and Amazon.  I’ve made my stand, as it were.

•  I’m NEVER going to get my garage cleaned out to my satisfaction — that would be a miracle.  (Hmmm… are you reading, Jesus?)

•  I’m NEVER going to shoot a gun of any type or description.  But burglars beware, I have a baseball bat in my closet, which I promise to swing with wild abandon if you dare enter.  Which in my opinion is about the only reason one can justify owning a firearm rather than a baseball bat.

•  I’m NEVER going to do everything my doctor tells me to do.  This is because I NEVER tell my doctor everything going on with me.  Do you?

•  I’m NEVER going to eat a burger with a leaf of kale, or anything ever with a leaf of kale.    The interesting thing about kale: if you rearrange the letters KALE, you get EALK, which is the sound one makes when trying to eat kale.

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