Over Is Over

 January 2022 is over. Good riddance. I don't care much for January. My birthday is in January. Doesn't matter. Freaking dang cold and now we get smog every damn day. Remember how Los Angeles looked back in the late 60's and early 70's? Well, you move that mess north and a snidge east and there you go. The Salt Lake Valley early twentieth century. You can quite literally cut the air with a knife. I suppose you'd probably be able to eat a slice of the smog but you'd need catsup and lots of salt. Great Salt Lake salt. That's where Morton's salt comes from. If you drive west from Salt Lake City about thirty miles you can see the Morton Salt factory. Yup, right there for all a world to see. The salt factory isn't really all to scenic but there it is. So the wondrously lame 'stupid bowl' is set and there'll be all new and really pricey commercials to watch if you happen to be horribly bored and you're trapped inside your home. If you happen to be lucky enough to have a home. Homeless folk don't get to watch the 'stupid bowl'. The homeless folk aren't missing much. Of course if the homeless folk were to gather around one of those ever so infamous sports bars, they just might be able to glean some handouts and maybe the halftime score. The homeless folk don't bother with a halftime show as the homeless folk have better things to do than watch inane bullshit on a television. A sports bar television. Plastered all around the halls of any sports bar in America. It's any sports bars' big day. So now that I've covered all the big breaking news, we'll move it on over to the machine art segment of today's installment of blah blah blah.

hombres -

stormy weather -

did you know that this year's 'stupid bowl' won't have Tommy 'terrific' Brady playing for either team? every once in a while we can catch a break and enjoy life for a moment or not. 😃