Seeing as how I sat down in this chair with absolutely nothing to say, I thought I would allow five or ten minutes for some free-ranging nonsense.
Hannah Montana? WTF? (The “W” stands for “What?” and for “Who?”) Never heard of her and, all of a sudden, I feel like the only person on earth who doesn’t know who Hannah Montana is. She must be a big deal, because a woman is trying to drum up interest in filing a class action lawsuit against anyone who had anything to do with ticket sales to Hannah Montana’s concerts. The good news is that I know that she is not related to Dax.
I heard on the news this morning that the Port Authority (a government eitity comprised of peeps from New York and New Jersey to handle stuff like bridges, tunnels, airports and other “interstate” things) has decided to raise the tolls on the tunnels and bridges that connect New Jersey and New York City from six bucks to eight bucks. That’s a thirty-three percent increase. Don’t you wish you were the government? If you decided you needed more money to get along, you could just give yourself a thirty-three percent raise.
When I was a boy, I was a voracious reader of “Superman” comic books. Even before the era of politically correctness, Superman, who could have destroyed the entire planet in a heartbeat, didn’t kill bad guys. Instead, he would fling them into the Phantom Zone, which was a place in another dimension filled with the shitballs of the world and from which they could never, ever return to earth. I sure wish there was such a thing as the Phantom Zone. OJ, Jane Fonda, Hillary, Bill, Al Sharpton and a host of others come immediately to mind. Hell, if I didn’t allow myself so little time to write this, I could probably come up with a Phantom Zone List that would rival the Manhattan Phone Directory in size.
This morning on the way to work, I passed a 1951 Pontiac sedan in perfect condition. I had an uncle who had one of those. Sweet. The one I saw is probably worth a bundle now.
Note: I had to add on a couple minutes to dig out some links. You’re farookin’ welcome.