Ashes and Dust, Here I Come

A couple weeks ago I was wandering through a discount store and found myself singing along with the background music.  "Great" I thought, "I'm singing along with elevator music".  (In my defense, it WAS a Beatles song.)

This morning I found that "Queen" had released an old, previously unreleased, faster version of one of their '70's hits.  When I clicked on the link, an ad came up before the song started.  AARP.  An AARP ad came up before the music video I wanted to watch.

Fuck.

It's official. 

I am old.

And no, I'm not going to tell you whether or not I watched the ad.

Earl

Zen to One

I have noticed, you just about NEVER see a joke about Buddhists.









 

Okay, just not funny ones. 

Earl

Point of View

In my current job, I do some light bartender duties.  And the customers will talk to me for advice or just to vent. 

Recently a gal was complaining about another gal she was running a business with  and ended her rant with "I guess I should never talk with her on the day I start my period."

In my best barkeep manner to told her "I'm just glad I'm a guy so I don't have to worry about that.  But I'm REALLY glad I'm not a chicken.  They have about 20 periods a month, and the unfertilized egg THEY pass is the same size a a full term birth."

She left saying she wasn't sure if that made her feel better or worse.

I call that a win.

Earl

Another Epiphany

Sitting down a few nights ago, and having a couple fingers of whiskey, I realized something.  I have always thought of myself as "pro-choice" as far a abortion goes.  That said, I have never had sex with a woman whose children I wanted to kill.

But the not wanting to kill thing does not necessarily apply to all of my ex-lovers.

I'm "selectively post natal pro abortion".

Earl