Readers who are old enough to remember the Blues Brothers’ cover version of The Chips’ Rubber Biscuit will no doubt understand the reference in today’s headline.
For everyone else: just shorten it to “What do you want for nothing?”
I guess that’s my way of saying, Hey, I don’t get paid for the posts on my own blog, so if I missed a week, you can’t really be upset with me.
Turns out last Monday was Labor Day, and I needed the day off. Who doesn’t need a day off, at this point? I searched in vain for an old Labor Day post to rerun. Finding nothing, I punted.
So, What’s Up With You?
Seems like a fair question these days, but then, what do I know? Maybe if people reply in the comments, as happens occasionally, I’ll be taken to task for even asking.
Let’s face it, the ironically named 2020 has been an unmitigated shitshow so far. 2020? Really? Is hindsight 20/20? Are we all seeing things more clearly now?
I, for one, would love a do-over for the whole dang year. How about you? Do you secretly wish there was a reset button you could hit and start over from January 1st?
What’s Up With Me?
To answer my own question, I’ve been running into new bits and pieces for my WIP (Work-In-Progress, for you non-writers), Hot Scenes.
The main character, J. Edgar Schnatz, is one ornery SOB, so that’s easy for me to write lately. All I have to do is jot down the worst thoughts about people one can possibly have.
And aren’t most of us having a few of those lately?
One glance at the news is all it takes to enrage. The polls are tightening? How can they be tightening? Aren’t these people seeing what I’m seeing?
No. That’s the answer. No, they are not.
So it’s another Monday, and I’m still here. And evidently, you are too, or you wouldn’t be reading this.
Beyond that, what else can I say? This isn’t behind a paywall, so whaddya want for nothing?
Have a great week. And if that’s not possible, please try to at least stay safe!
