5.16.2013
Kent Williams
The Simpsons take on everyone’s favorite PBS melodrama… No fair pretending that you’re so manly that you couldn’t have possibly seen Donwtown Abbey.
5.15.2013
Dino Battaglia
Words Used as Blunt Instruments
The Garbageman Cometh or You’re Only as Good as Last Wednesday
Wednesday is garbage day. That means that on Tuesday evenings I haul stupidly heavy garbage cans to the end of the drive. Of late, I’ve been involved in a psychotic drive to get rid of stuff, to tear the house apart and build it back stronger, better, mightier, than ever before, and that means finding a way to dispose of heavy tree limbs and scrap wood. And that means using hatchet and axe to chop down the limbs and all manner of saws to cut down the scrap. I can only do so much of course and thus, every Tuesday evening, I drag the heavy garbage cans to the street hoping and praying that the garbage men will violently hoist them, empty them, carelessly toss the empty cans aside, and be on their way. And I hope and pray, with no good reason, that I won’t have to deal with angry garbage men complaining bitterly about the bags of destroyed drywall in the trash cans.
Not because I’m afraid. That might be better. The temptation to get into it with someone, that’s hard for me. I fight. I wish I didn’t. I wish I wouldn’t. It’s always a mistake, but I really have trouble not fighting. And my confronting angry garbage men is likely, sadly, just to lead to a group of angry men, and nothing good will come of that.
Fortunately, the garbage men dutifully hauled everything away this morning, but next Wednesday looms, and I have building supplies of which I need to rid myself.
So I have a week to worry about it all.