Usher lament and triple bleached goo
Sometimes I wonder what happened to ushers at movie theaters. Those were the people who wore the little bell hop uniform and had a great big flashlight. If anyone was being noisy or disruptive
they would come over and shine that light on you like the wrath of god
or would evict you if they felt like it. These days if someone is being rude you have to sit there and suffer for it
or at the most extreme go and complain to the manager. (Well
of course you could yell at them
throw popcorn or rotten tomatoes
or roll up your sleeves and flex your biceps in a menacing way. However
I am trying to keep it civilized here)
I remember those ushers at a little movie theater I used to go to when I was a kid. My friend and I would walk to it. The theater was a little dumpy place with two screens in it at the most. Some hoodlums had once rearranged the letters on the movie sign so that they read 'THE PUSSY VIPER". I did not get it at the time
but I snicker about it now.
Anyways
that's my Grampa 'in my days!' speech for the day.
My dinner came out crappy last night. I was making a stromboli using a can of Pillsbury triple bleached goo. However I had picked up the French bread goo instead of the pizza dough goo. As a result the stomboli puffed out alarmingly
and thought the outside cooked to a deep brown crips
the inside remained soft and doughy. The uncooked dough merged with the melted cheese and created this gelatinous mass that I probably should not have eaten but I took a few bites out of it anyways.
Some day when aliens take over the earth and use humans for cattle
and humans spend their entire lives in a little cage with a feeding tube strapped to their mouth
that dough-cheese-goo is what they are going to be pumping in through the tube. All day.
Had a bad-cat experience last knight. I figured out there the black fur in my house is coming from. Last night some little stray cat skittered into my house. He is no more than out of kitten hood
and his hair sticks out all over him in an alarmingly. He saw me
ran right into the wall
ran in three circles
and then shot out the door. I don't know if he will be back. I really don't want to know why his hair is falling out in tufts.
I have family dropping by tonight. I was supposed to clean
but instead loafed in front of back-to-back episodes of 'stargate'. My house is not real dirty. And it's not like the pope is coming over. They can deal with it.
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