Happy 240 to my country.

In spite of its flaws, it’s the greatest nation on earth.

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To The McCloud River

To this magical place. All I’m sayin . . 

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To the McCloud River 

Tomorrow will be the first holiday within the trout season spectrum that I will actually be able to pick up a fly rod.

It’s a big deal to me.  Supposedly, the trout are amenable to being caught.

So I’m tying flies, and contemplating my usual–and solitary trek down the trails–where Bears may roam.

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That’s right, McCloud. I’m a bum.

 From Facebook live—yesterday. 

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It’s clear to me: Yoda is Rey’s father

So how’s that for clickbait?


Lord only knows what this syntax-muddling lothario has gotten himself into in 900 years.

Okay . . . sorry.  But give me a minute, and maybe that theory could limp out of this conjectural waste of time without falling down. And I don’t care how many prequels or substandard, retrograde loopbacks you make–you’re never going to be able to nail down the predilections of a 900 year old muppet–no matter how hard you try.  And Yoda did manage to imply his shelf-life was still viable at 900. Chances are, the guy that could levitate an X-wing out of the swamp at that age probably had a few randy exploits a couple centuries back.

Say what you will, but Star Wars, The Force Awakens has engendered enough heresay, speculation, cogitation, contemplation, and aggravation to last any ONE of us a lifetime.  And I’m about to toss in with my own. And no, I don’t care if it’s already been posited by someone–because the overstuffed, crowdsourced, en masse glut of possibilities has probably exhausted every possible genetic algorithm concerning Rey.  I’m just here to get traffic.  Chill out, man.

Okay, I’ll drop the Yoda-tryst thing. It’s stupid. And the idea that the diminutive Jedi was involved in ANY procreative act also engenders a mental picture of Statler and Waldorf heckling him during the courtship from a Death Star balcony.

And yes, I am writing this being fully cognizant of the fact that JJ Abrams managed to tell a kid that Rey’s parents were not featured in Episode VII–thus supposedly evaporating the first reflexive theory that Luke Skywalker is Rey’s father.

But I’m not convinced that his statement actually commits the obliterative act. And yes, if you follow the link, you will see that Abrams ultimately walked the statements back–most likely at the barrel of executive guns.

He did in fact say that her “parents” were not in the film, and I think that might give him a bit of wiggle room on the plurality–since the question “are either of Rey’s parents in the film?” was not asked.  Dedicated audiences of serial cable TV can tell you–these guys play fast and loose with the truth all time.

Then, one day I saw this:


Anyone notice something interesting, assuming that Leia has only one brother?

That’s right. Commas are missing.

In a world in  which the grammar Nazis are hiding in the towers, ready to take on even the most cohesive argument over a syntax error–this is pretty extraordinary.  For those that don’t see it, I’ll help you by writing it the way it should read, if Luke is the only sibling with which to contend with here:

With the support of the REPUBLIC, general Leia Organa leads a brave RESISTANCE. She is desperate to find her brother, Luke, and gain his help in restoring peace and justice to the galaxy.

rey_bb_8_star_wars_the_force_awakens-wallpaper-1024x768The commas are in bold lettering.

Now I don’t believe for a minute that this was an accident.  In a world in which every single frame of footage is poured over endlessly–this little slip wasn’t about to go unnoticed.  It just simply can’t be.

But that doesn’t mean we aren’t being trolled.  And if we are, I am happy. Because I happen to love trolling.

So here’s my theory.  Rey is a niece to Luke–the child of a sibling that carries the usual, overabundance of ad hoc pretentious to pseudo-necromancy as well as traumatic, flashback-inducing relationships with heirloom light sabers.

For the first few days the film was viewed, the idea of Rey being Luke’s child was almost a sacrosanct fact.  But sheer boredom, and the narcissistic need (including mine) to hash out more and more plausible story arcs made that theory boring real quick.

One thing is for sure: we could all find ourselves prostrate at the foot of Occam’s Razor.  Rey could very well turn out to simply be that: Luke’s kid.

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Crowdfunding redux

IMG_6346A few weeks ago, I was standing outside, in  a break area at work, tossing in my harmonies to the rhetorical cantata that was going on at the moment.  My co-worker, Bill, mentioned that before he moved to my area, he used to cater food to Hollywood celebrities–and I mean A-List celebrities.

I’m always keen to listen to the war stories from people who have stood in proximity to such writhing gorgons of narcissism.  And Bill has no shortage of recollections from these tempestuous, maladjusted  dandies.

This particular day, he happened to talk about how many celebrities he knew that spent atrocious amounts of money on their animals.

This–was of course the perfect launch point for me–because if there’s something I love to make fun of, it’s the disproportionate devaluing of human life against the backdrop of anything that isn’t.  Bunch of nihilistic, rudderless ships.

I went off on a comedic tangent, saying, “I don’t care if my dog has cirrhosis, Daisy IS NOT GETTING A LIVER TRANSPLANT!”

Got huge laughs, it did.

The next day, our toy poodle rips her cruciate ligament.

$1,600.00 later, she’s on pain meds, and has a surgical scar the size of the San Andreas Fault.

I knew I was going to look stupid when I brought this up.  Not to mention the wholesale stigma and shame that will accompany the fact that my dog will most likely become an addict, and start shaking down other feral castaways for their Norcos.

After wiping about eight dozen helpings of hypocritical egg off my face, one of my co-worlkers suggested we “crowd-fund” the surgery.

And I could have.  My video editing skills and narrative abilities could have funded an entire dog transplant; cue the low strains of a cello .  . . haunting light-bokeh transitions between shots of daisy clamoring for actualization while struggling to her water dish . . . the contemplative memories of the children, reminiscing under bright ambient lights with a pitch black background, and speaking to an implied interviewer in the periphery.  Wrap it up with a little sepia overlay and a grungy adjustment layer, and believe me–you will lose your mind over a little animal and its hardships!

It didn’t take any talent to make Blackfish. We are always rooting for animals. Truth is, I could have made YOU–pay for my dog’s knee replacement. And you would have gladly ponied up the cash by the time I was done picking your emotional pockets.

But I had mercy.

It’s when I try to crowd fund something pertaining to a human being that things start to get a little hairy.  And I am a human being.

Which is going to cost me.


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Thinking of a crowdfunding venture

Making a record isn’t cheap. If you’re doing most of it yourself, it is cheaper.

But I need to get the thing polished, mixed, and produced at the end.
Not to mention, get myself to South America for a few days.
More on this when I’m not writing on my work break . . .


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