It’s February in Ontario during a pandemic. If this isn’t the time for comic relief…
Amen to that. Add moving day to the agenda and still have room for comic relief? The cats are coming. I hope they’re funny.
There’s always room for humour. Are you moving out or are they moving in? If you provide the set up they’ll provide the punch lines.
Incoming. The issue is how to fit two realities in the house and insist on no little buggers.
I imagine Rancho Trioono as one reality and its inhabitants as personalities with differing perceptions of that reality. Bridging perceptions can be as daunting as merging little buggers. The challenge is crossing paths on the stairs while transitioning between floors.
That is an imaginative perception. Trioono does not extend further than my desk. I mostly get to listen. We’ve had FUN with The Malarkey Scale here but otherwise the perception is that I am simply Against God while making frequent thumpy sounds downstairs.
I prefer a fairly normal household reality like most folks. My perception of q-a-nonsense and the pandemic will rule this ranch. I needed to put that on the record. And I can bounce bromo of the main page.
Besides, trioon is a bridge to a common reality for everyone. Assuming anyone wants that.
On the plus side…the forum periodically offers an entertaining and rare experience for the senses. And, for that, we are fortunate.
Even the Jar Monkey. Very few humans can say they actually caught a glimpse of Darwin’s waiting room.
Thanks for sticking around and being a part of it.
I’m a glutton for punishment.
What if The Last Supper had originally taken place on April Fool’s Day?
On the Third Day when Jesus reappeared to the Apostles, He said, “Admit it, suckers! I totally had you guys!”
“Jesus Christ!” the apostles exclaimed. “My God where the hell have you been?”
Jesus looked around at what appeared to be a three day bender in his absence. “Son of God actually but I’m changing my name. I am so sick of this crap. My dad is such an asshole. This is the last straw.”
“We have plenty of straw” said Simon. We stormed the Capitol. You missed it. It was awesome!” The others interrupted to say they’d also changed their names and denounced all their belongings.
“Did we do good Jesus? Steal from the rich give to the poor. Just like you said. Best cult ever am I right?”
“Oh sure sure,” Jesus said shaking his head.
“Good Lord this feels amazing! We are gonna live forever! Where were you by the way?”
“That’s Robin Hood you idiots! And I said resurrection not insurrection. Forget it. Textbook Apostle Privilege. I’m going to Mecca.”
From the valley of sadness to the peak of the hill
The insufferable madness that is plaguing us still
All the well to do havers get to spit in the face
Of the roundabout travellers getting lost in the race
Left out in the cold where you don’t have a name
Unlike those with the gold where rules aren’t the same
Daring to dream means to shut up and hide
As the stream trickles down holding secrets inside
Living the life of the privileged elite
Saves sour and strife and makes everything sweet
But all out of touch from the pampering spoil
As the folks without much make the simmering boil
Who watch as they wait with the patience of saints
And the powerful state owns the picture it paints
Rewriting the law while the getting is good
With the sharp angry claw of a man with a hood
When a generation dividing time never learns
All the columns of men were diminished returns
Forced to leave classes with nowhere to go
Living lives with the masses the rich never know
The view from the mountain lasts only so long
But the new fangled fountain is coming on strong
And no matter your station twelve waters away
From the state of your nation to the matters at bay
The dreary of days make the sleepless nights dark
And the thinnest of rays are insanity’s mark
Like the warmth of the sun brings you out of the cold
And the lies are undone so the truth can be told
When the teller of tales can decide what we say
Then the well is for sale and no one moulds the clay
Enjoying the pleasure of inflicting some pain
In a world of good measure where streets are all main.
The clocks keep a counting for days upon days
While pressure is mounting and showing our ways
Imagine the look and you’ll notice the con
Bite down on the hook and yer hither and yon
The dances that squirm leave you writhing around
When stances are firm you can stand yer own ground
What seems like a must can’t exist to deceive
To choose what to trust makes one forced to believe
What makes us wonder outside of our mind
Can soon pull us under the waters of time
The feeling of sinking compels us to swim
And shake up our thinking so things aren’t so grim
A global depression can bring us all down
One minor concession can change the whole sound
The pitch can be bent just like straight can be curled
And know what we meant’s not the end of the world
It’s hard to relax when everything’s tense
And lacking the facts makes it hard to find sense
The pacing is throwing us wildly off keel
Where no cards are showing and nothing seems real
Working the pockets of silence we face
Means connecting to sockets that enter the space
Turning won’t sway what the sweeping hands doubt
As it waits for the day when the ship comes about.
Dabbler#1 There you are.
Dabbler#2 Great spot, eh? Peaceful and Quiet.
Dabbler#1 It’s the lack of human activity.
Dabbler#2 When is that ever the case?
Dabbler#1 When they get sick. Or there’s a terrorist attack.
Dabbler#2 Jackpot. They have both. No wonder they’re so distracted.
Dabbler#1 They still can’t seem to agree.
Dabbler#2 About which side to be on or how to deal with the virus?
Dabbler#1 That’s the thing. One side says the virus isn’t real.
Dabbler#2 Good one.
Dabbler#1 I’m not ducking with you. And it gets better. The vaccine is a magnetic tracking device.
Dabbler#2 Say what?
Dabbler#1 Yep. They’d rather die than agree.
Dabbler#2 Agree to disagree. That’s not living in reality.
Dabbler#1 Humans are very good at compartmentalizing things out of existence.
Dabbler#2 Why? Why would anybody do that?
Dabbler#1 When things are too difficult to face.
Dabbler#2 What happens when they get sick?
Dabbler#1 I guess they either admit they were wrong or continue living in denial.
Dabbler#2 They mustn’t fully appreciate the luxury of being able to breathe.
Dabbler#1 If they did they’d probably wouldn’t have destroyed the environment.
Dabbler#2 They probably wouldn’t do a lot of things.
Dabbler#1 It’s like even the adults need a parent.
Dabbler#2 Isn’t that what God is?
Dabbler#1 Don’t be ridiculous.
Dabbler#2 Seriously. I heard that people often turn to God to lead them and put all their faith and trust in his hands.
Dabbler#1 Are you listening to yerself right now?
Dabbler#2 I’m not saying I’m one of them. I’m just telling you what I heard.
Dabbler#1 When you put it that way…it’s not all that surprising they don’t believe in the virus.
Dabbler#2 Well it certainly believes in them.
Dabbler#1 I can’t understand why wearing masks is an issue.
Dabbler#2 Wearing them or not wearing them?
Dabbler#1 The idea of being forced either way. It’s nonsensical.
Dabbler#2 What’s the difference?
Dabbler#1 Wearing them is a safety precaution. Not wearing them is a political rebellion.
Dabbler#2 That’s dumb. Remember that steamer in Argentina? Swore he could fly.
Dabbler#1 What happened?
Dabbler#2 He died in the dirt. But it was quick. At least he didn’t suffocate to death.
Dabbler#1 Still stupid. I just wonder what will happen when we all start getting infected.
Dabbler#2 Who all we all?
Dabbler#1 All of us critters just trying to survive.
Dabbler#2 I thought this was a people problem. Like we don’t have enough on our plate.
Dabbler#1 Humans are very selfish that way.
Dabbler#2 That’s right. What do they call those ones that only want what they want when they see someone else has it?
Dabbler#2 Oh man. They’re the worst.
Dabbler#1 Don’t even get me started.
Dabbler#2 I thought they were typically good at dealing with science.
Dabbler#1 Yes, well, the lack of a five year plan allowed the last five to set them back sixty.
Dabbler#2 What’s the world to do?
Dabbler#1 Regroup I guess.
Dabbler#2 How can they do that when they’re all going in different directions?
Dabbler#1 It might be finally time to deal with the con artists.
Dabbler#2 Artists? I’ve done better work in car parking lots.
Dabbler#2 If humans are knowingly spreading a deadly virus isn’t that legally actionable?
Dabbler#1 That’s a good point. Allowing Covid to run rampant is beyond reckless.
Dabbler#1 That is something to consider.
Dabbler#2 Whatever happened to that fat bastard who used to be president?
Dabbler#1 Easy with the fowl language. I think he’s dead
Dabbler#2 Good. Good.
Dabbler#1 Wait…just googled it…he’s still alive but he looks terrible.
Dabbler#2 Well he should…he killed a lot of people.
Dabbler#1 He doesn’t care. He brags about creating the vaccine so his followers can tout him a hero.
Dabbler#2 The one they’re not willing to take?
Dabbler#1 Logic isn’t really their thing.
Dabbler#2 With feuding narratives how does one know who to trust?
Dabbler#1 Like anything else they have to take it all in and use their noggin to sift out the truth.
Dabbler#2 They’re doomed. If only common sense was more common.
Dabbler#1 It’s hard to figure how people are still falling for this stuff. Such obvious deception.
Dabbler#2 The lust for power really clouds their vision.
Dabbler#1 We all knew someday the tables would turn.
Dabbler#2 It kinda quacks me up. Am I gonna have to start masking my beak?
Dabbler#1 Only if you keep making jokes like that.
Dabbler#2 Fair enuf.