All The News That Ain't

This is why child labor is overrated. This kid is just no good at vacuuming.




Here in the beautiful desert southwest, we are a bit confused about the time of day. Not so much here as elsewhere. Since we have clocks and watches we are fairly sure of the local time, but is New York two hours ahead or three? Is it the same time in Los Angeles as here or is it an hour behind? Every time we think those thoughts, we have to do some figuring.

The cave people running our state cling desperately to the notion that daylight savings time is for chumps. They may be correct, because the need for daylight savings time is far less important than once thought, but that is beside the point. We ought to get on board with the other states, so I can keep things straight.

The rationale for keeping Arizona off daylight savings time, is that certain parts of the state will stay light until after nine pm in the summer which, and I am not making this up, creates a hardship for drive-in movie operators. Seen one lately?

Anyway, I just switched my TV to ABC see what was up with the Academy Awards and to my horror, Barbara Walters was doing some pre-Oscar special. She solemnly shared that she would be interviewing four people involved in this year's Academy Awards who had taken a big risk with their career. I got goosebumps, then I changed the channel.

Movie actors seem to blur the line between playing a role and real life. As a result tonight's awards will be full of self-congratulatory crap about the difference they are making for mankind.

According to what I read, the Academy Awards begin at five-thirty pm, California time, so that the people in New York can see them at eight-thirty pm. So I did some quick figuring and I think they will begin at six-thirty my time, not that I will be watching all that much.

As if I didn't have enough trouble in my stinking life, Cletus our vagrant adoptive son has resurfaced and his badgering for money has resumed. Last weekend he called asking for eighty bucks to "make a deposit on an apartment". I told him that even in our fair city, no apartment could be had with an eighty dollar deposit. He called back Monday, forcing me to yell at him.

Yesterday, he called asking for a hundred bucks to "pay some bills". I said no, he badgered, I hung up on him. A few minutes ago he called again, same result. So, I guess he is back on drugs.

The Sneedlet and I went to the mall today, while the lovely Mrs. Sneed and Daughter Sneed went shopping. I ran into a friend that I haven't seen in a long time. He had his granddaughter at the mall playground too.

He was telling me that he is retiring from his job in order to be able to care for his parents, who are 93 and 84 years-old. I see this happening more and more, as people live longer and longer. They are lucky to have a son like him.

Merle.


Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky





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