Robot Jazz

💢💢💢It is now 214 days into the Trump - Epstein Coverup💢💢💢 Isn't that a great screenshot? That is a capture of the weather app on my tablet. It shows that sunset is now twenty minutes removed from 8PM EDT.  This is wonderful to behold because it is a pivotal indicator for the eventual demise of summer, the worst season of all. With the Tyrant Sun being forced into an ever earlier retreat by the remorseless hero of our story, orbital mechanics, the Earth will quickly begin to cool and darken, leading to the greatest season of all, Autumn.  We are almost there, friends! Civilized interior living is about to make its return! 🔽🔽🔽🔽🔽 As I sit here on this blandly warm and sunny day, my mind floats from topic to topic. Being the Dog Days of Summer, a term derived from how summer days stink like a wet canine when compared to Autumn (but don't Google that), political news is starting to dry up as everyone enjoys one last sweaty hurrah.  Sure, there is always something go...

Here I sit during another warm and humid summer day, sipping a Tom Collins, and trying to recall how many days are left in summer (a dreaded sixty-four).  As someone who eschews air conditioning, I've got my fans blowing with abandon, as I try to keep the hairshirt of humidity at bay.  Likewise, I got my elderly but cool-running Chromebook as a companion to complement my furry feline friend, who is the only creature I know who despises summer more than I do. There are rumors of thunderstorms this evening, and rumors of rumors of thunderstorms as well, but at the moment, I continue to suffer from the baleful gaze of the sun as it continues to take an interest in making me as uncomfortable as possible.  It knows that I oppose its seasonal tyranny, this ridiculous charade known as 'summer' where people walk around with pained smiles as they reassure themselves, and everyone they meet, that summer is the best season, pinky swear and all.   🌞🌞🌞🌞🌞 It is at times ...

  One of my favorite pet peeves of this dreaded season is what I call the "zombie dog walkers of summer," who take to the streets en masse, shambling through the neighborhood. While it is true that there are always people walking their dogs year-round, I've found that summer brings out a unique brand of dog walker, one where the dog often seems to be walking the human. Unlike the routine dog walker, the zombie dog walker appears to shamble along behind their dog with their arms held listlessly at their sides, seemingly unaware of their motive or purpose. It's an eerie thing to observe these zombie dog walkers. Their attention is rarely fixed on the dog but rather shifts constantly, as if they're relentlessly scanning the neighborhood for their next meal. With them, though, I suspect it won't be brains, but rather the neighborhood gossip that's essential for a suburban zombie feast.  Their peculiar behavior is further enhanced by their propensity to speak i...