Opinions, observations, predilictions. prejudices, rants, satires, non-sequiturs, and panegyrics concerning politics, life, culture (that old thing), America in general and Upstate New York in particular, early jazz, Pilsener, and what-have-you by Andy Senior--ball-breaker, autodidact, scribbler, piano-pounder, sorehead, and fugitive from the Planet of Manual Typewriters.
Monday, August 18, 2003
I forgot to mention this amusing sidelight: I received an invitiation (an E-vitation, actually) to the Children's Television Sweatshop's "Green" Summer Picnic/Vegetarian Barbecue. This begs the question: what the fuck does a VEGETARIAN barbecue? These types probably eschew tofu dogs because they IMITATE meat products. Can you think of a prospect more dismal than such a convocation? Egad, if I slapped a mosquito they'd call the ASPCA. The Generalissimo also requested that these cheerful vegans "please bring a dish to pass, your own beverage and recyclable/reusable place setting." If I HAD to attend this funeral, I personally know what beverage I would bring--but these drips would make me pour it out in case I accidentally had too much fun. Nope, no guilt here. I hope the Generalissimo sits in the grass, gets a tick on his ass (which he refuses to remove on humanitarian grounds), and gets a nice case of Lyme disease to kick off the new Fall season.
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