And Therefore Disrupting My State of Somnambulistic Glorious Oblivious Glee.
Just trying to catch a few Z’s here. Slamming Doors! Why??? What the fuck??? Why must you do this??? I live here in the Lion’s Den Apartments as quiet as a Church Mouse. I know how to open and close a fucking door without awakening the dead. Because I RESPECT my neighbors. And their right to peace and quiet. Apparently I am THE ONLY ONE who exhibits this level of RESPECT!
**** To my LOUD – ASS, Inconsiderate Neighbors: YOU ARE ALL ASSHOLES!!!
I LOVE NYC (or at least my fantasy nostalgic version of it from The Forties) For Lance, The New Year Only Begins when New York City drops that Big Ball in Times’ Square. This year they ‘Dropped the Proverbial Ball.”
(Or did drop the Actual Beautiful Big Shiny Ball–I honestly don’t know–Because–CNN)
And chose to broadcast fucking car commercials instead. Fuck you NYC! I am finally so OVER You! (I am gonna remain in Texas.) IF they did actually literally drop the Big Ball, fuck you CNN because you did NOT SHOW it. Fucked up my New Years’ EVE Experience Fuck you CNN! (If anyone can find a video of the Ball Drop from tonight, 2020, if there actually is one, please send it to me—I wanna see it) I am so pissed that I don’t even wanna watch Lame-Ass Don Lemon get drunk.
(What a Fucking IDIOT Moron HE is, but THAT IS A DIFFERENT POST)
From a recent Facefuk Post of Mine:
“I CANNOT wait to watch DON LEMON make a complete and absolute ass/fool of himself tonight.
He never fails to ‘deliver.’ And make me LMFAO!
(Watching CNN ‘do’ NEW YEARS EVE has become a Lance Marcom ‘Family Tradition.’)”
Fuck it!
The Magic is GONE! Not a propitious beginning for 2021! I fear we are gonna be more properly FUCKED than we already are…. We got No Karma to cash in.
The below is a powerfully, passionate, Magical rendition of one of my all-time favorite songs. Way to Go Liza!
“Liza with A ‘Z’”
(Only ‘true’ Liza Fans will Catch the reference) Bravo! I have always loved you ‘Lisa’…
Opps! Sorry! Oh of course, only real Liza fans will get the joke. (But of course, you already know that)
OK. Just gonna throw this in for reference (This post is all over the place. Unlikely I will ever ‘come back’ and clean it up)
Anyway… more on Liza:
“Liza with a ‘Z’. Not ‘Lisa’ with an ‘S’” –Liza (Old album of hers that I wore out listening to over and over and over and over again.)
I love you Liza!
This Rare Time, The ‘Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences’
Got it Right:
Life is a Fucking Cabaret. Try Living it!
*******
Oh! And lest I forget to drop this in:
I also laugh my ass off watching these Bobbsey Twin Idiots: Andy Cohen and Anderson Cooper CNN, You are a FUCKING JOKE! I don’t want to be unkind, but these two assholes wear me out with their fake, forced banter.
FUCK YOU CNN!
I drop in something more “Happy” and “Upbeat” Below
FUCK TWENTY-TWENTY VISION!
(I have reading glasses–I can see the truth)
FUCK 2020!
(And YOUR lack of Compassion for Humanity)
“Hey Twenty-Twenty One!
Don’t make me angry.
You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
(Just trust me on this and keep your mouth shut and your ears open)
And of course, I am the quintessential ‘Dancing Clown’
(This should go without saying)
There has never been, nor never will be, a woman in ‘my life’–virtual or otherwise–that I will love more than Joni.
And if you have ‘groan-tired’ of me bangin on about Joni you are visiting the wrong blog.
“Cherchez la femme Whenever love comes around Someone’s a dancin’ clown Cherchez la femme Whenever hearts start to pound Someone’s a dancin’ clown”
I love sci-fi and of course I have seen this film already a few times. It was better years ago, but it just does not age well. So I pulled the plug on it and moved on.
I selected a real ‘quality’ movie that never ages for me, to re-watch:
“Annie Hall.”
(More cerebral—smarter—better. So much better–Perfection film.)
I called up Diane Keaton (I have her on ‘Speed-Dial’)
“Hey! Wanna come over for dinner and a movie? I have Annie Hall. queued up”
“Not one of my favorite films, you got anything else in your repertoire? Like ‘Star Wars’ or something? But sure. Just let me grab a cab. What’s for dinner?”
“Lobster” I said “And you don’t wanna know what else is for dinner, but you are on the dessert menu. Know that.”
“On my way,” she said, and hung up. Rather abruptly. Presumably to grab that cab. Or crab. Or lobster.
I was gonna tell her, before she hung up, that this was no BYOL PARTY -‘Bring your own lobster.’
I had it all, already ‘sorted’
(I hoped)
You must watch the below, otherwise my post just falls all apart
