March 24, 1984

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us — in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club

Saturday, Porth the Glog

Today might be a good day to watch The Godfather. I’ve been wanting to watch it lately. Of course, if I were to watch it, I’d have to watch The Godfather II because, to me, the whole entire point of watching the first one is to get set up to watch the second one. Problematic to that is that TCM has In the Heat of the Night at 6 p.m., and there’s some silly sportsball thing on the TV at 8:15 p.m. So there may be plenty to stream into my brain this weekend. There’s always that book thing I’ve been working on reading.

There is likely a BJs trip in my future, I thought it might be today, but I get to the weekend and am usually in a mood to stay in, provided my store of victuals will hold. Then I figure oh, maybe some morning next week, and then those come and I end up wanting to sleep in to make sure I am rested for the work-job. Lazy times, these pandemic days, and that is okay with me.

Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Sexually Aroused Gas Mask

This. Is. ZAPPADAN!

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On December 4, 1993, Frank Zappa, the then-present-day composer, stopped refusing to die. Thus began the observation of BUMMERNACHT, the first day of the 17-day-long observance we call Zappadan.

It’s been a challenging year.

Is there a Zappa song I think meet the challenges of the new normal? Yes. This one

And maybe this one

May you live in interesting times.

But enough of my yakkin’. What do ya say? Let’s boogie!