Gone Askew

Alistair McCookie
The Bradley Bunch
Accidental Disney
Squarebob Spongepants
Cheap Labor Day
Think small: More or less
Faultlines: Mine or yours?
Worst of best, best of worst
Pie charts, pie chants
Click bait, screen grabbers
You heard none of it from me

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Fatalism

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Things To Never Think About

  • Would vegans consider consuming carnivorous plants–and vice versa?
  • If our knees bent the other way–what would chairs look like?
  • Technicolor, string cheese fountains
  • Forests of red weird trees
  • Cheap knock-offs, like Louise & Anna’s Hot Sauce
  • If you’re fair-haired–what is your fair share?
  • Should there be a Cheap Labor Day to honor sub-standard wages?
  • What is Costa Rican boredom?
  • Media rights and meteorites are almost the same
  • How much is a little too convenient?
  • Wouldn’t it be great if you always looked like yourself?
  • Shouldn’t a sense of urgency be one of the senses–along with decency, and common sense?
  • What is the “that one” we say we are not falling for?
  • Nantucket sprockets, buckets, rockets, lockets, or anything else, ending in “k-e-t” added to Nantucket.
  • What if you really could catch yourself coming and going?
  • If you caught a falling star–would you put it in your pocket?  Would you save it for a rainy day?

My Car’s a Star

Igor Kvanska, maverick founder/ CEO of the upstart ZBC Network, has a penchant for reviving moribund TV sitcoms.  Today, he announced plans to re-make, “My Mother the Car.”

For those that don’t remember–and that includes most of us–the series was about a 1928 Porter automobile; purchased as a second car.  The main character, David Crabtree, portrayed by Jerry Vandyke, discovered the car to be his reincarnated, deceased mother, Gladys.  Gladys talked through the car’s radio–voice synched with radio dial light.

The series distinguished itself as being the worst in television broadcasting history.  It lasted only one season.  The producer, Allan Burns, went on to bigger and better things–including, The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Get Smart.

If all this doesn’t have you running for the hills–there’s more.  Fresh from his failed re-make of “Hello Larry,” Mr. Kvanska plans to call this rehash, “My Car’s a Star.” This time, the car’s reincarnated as fictional movie star, Gloria Starr, from the Golden Age of Hollywood.

How he will pull this off is beyond me.  Some moldy oldies should be left alone.  After the Hello Larry debacle, Igor Kvansky seems Hell bent on becoming the Ed Wood of television programming.

Somewhere Beyond the Bluebird

Goodbye logic, hello scary

Country club heroes

Worshipped at altars

Of eternal youth

Among flatulent dogs

And coal mine canaries

Helicopter parents chastised

Free-range parenting

Mama’s shouldn’t let their babies–

grow up to be Marxists

Maintained anonymity

Miscellaneous androgyny

Passed judgement on the New Moo Revue

Unfortunately lost at first hello

Somewhere beyond the bluebird

KING KALE (ROLLING IN IT)

kale

A new supermarket king
Emerged, from grocery greenery
Punching, jabbing, hitting hard
Kicking butt-taking names

This new king, made
Lots of dough, for lots of folks
So much dough–you could say
They’re rolling in it
Yes, that’s right
They’re rolling in it

It comes in by the truckload
It comes in by the bale
Growers, know this–so they
Grow enough for an army
Grow enough to feed a whale

They’re making dough
By the fistfuls
They’re rolling in it
Yes, that’s right
They’re rolling in it

And–if you’re not afraid of it
Grow yourself, some of it
In the front yard, back yard
Grow it somewhere–who cares?
Then, grow yourself, some more

And, before you know it
The dough will come rolling in
Lots of dough–and you’ll be
Rolling in it
Yes, that’s right
Rolling in it

Perhaps, you’re still lost
Amongst, leafy greens
Wilted cabbage heads
Insane, in romaine remains
Break free, from the madness

The dough is there
Get it–grab it!
What the hail
Are you waiting for?
GROW YOURSELF SOME KALE!

HISTORICAL MOMENTS: “Klaus Fretzer: Madman Across the Water”

Today marks the tragic death anniversary of eccentric, eighteenth century German inventor, Klaus Heinrich Fretzer, from the village of Buxtehude.

I suppose the right trivia night question would be, “Who invented the Ümlaut?  To which, the answer and punch line, would be–It wasn’t Klaus Fretzer.”

Fretzer is widely thought to have invented a precursor to the aglet. Plastic hadn’t yet been invented.  Herr Fretzer dipped cotton lacing ends in latex rubber to keep them from fraying–christened his invention, the “baumwolle gummi bindenhalten.”

Other inventions were less successful–namely, the “regen dampfen schild klampfen,” mechanized, spring-loaded, pop-up umbrella, attached to the body with leather straps, and a bizarre furry pretzel called the “Fretzel.”  During a dark period of reclusive madness, he later claimed to have invented the Ümlaut.

Because of these, and other outlandish claims–one of which, was the final straw–the “nebelgefahren-klarensehen,” that supposedly enabled the user to see through fog.  Soon after–he became the laughingstock of the scientific community.

He died in a sanitarium, insane and penniless–or, more properly, pfenningless. Villagers celebrate Klaus Fretzer Day every year, by presenting, outlandish re-inventions of common objects, to throngs of jeering merrymakers.

While you’re downing a big bowl of “Fruity Pebbles,” or some other breakfast fare, consider Klaus Heinrich Fretzer; peace escaped him–in both, life and death.  If you’re feeling a bit down in the dumps today, cheer up–it could always be worse,

Nigel Phensworth, “Not Real News,” 1-23-2015©