writer. screenwriter. learning person. loves being human.
No, not me… well, maybe a little in crazy-busy terms. But today let’s give the Mad Hatter Prize to Wayne LaPierre of the NRA for his deeply disturbing solution to the horror at Newtown: put an armed guard in every school in America. Because that’s a reasonable solution to violence.
I was literally gasping for breath in the car listening to him on the radio. If you’ll pardon the irresistible phrase, I think the NRA just shot itself in the foot.
The other day I wrote about controlling my environment through home repair.
Tonight the bottom fell out of a full case of bottled beer. Due to the implacable nature of gravity, the bottles all fell out too. Onto a hard floor. Big noise. Impressive spray. Glass break break break. Me mop mop mop. And oh my god the smell.
My illusion of control is literally shattered. Because the universe loves an apt metaphor. Fortunately, we had a couple of beers already stashed in the fridge. Because I love Plan B.
Enjoy your day. Go forth with gusto, and have a backup beer ready, because you never know.