Monday January .... but first.......

It’s so cold out there, lord just inhumanly cold. Cold like in that Kirk Russell movie The Ting. That’s what Northerners call it; down here in the south we call it The Thang whilst the west coast progressives won't even call the movie anything out of fear of labeling.
However it was a dreadful movie... just like 31 Days of Night.  Lord have mercy! Vampires running the streets for 30 nights, TWENTY FOUR SEVEN OF VAMPIRES. And the thing is.... IT’S COLD LIKE ANARTICA OUT THERE. 30 Days of Night is bad enough. Who’s going out anyway? Who’s going to make a run to the market in the frigid night? But in 30 Days of Night citizens are having to make all kinds of runs. And yes, it would make for a better sense of community to fight insanity or cabin fever I suppose. Lots of babies made? I would think ! But in the likely case of arctic as well as blood sucking conditions......   Not me. What got me started on this? It's March now! From November to April in the south any weather goes.
Now from a personal perspective......
 I 'd rather be a werewolf.  Just think of being so evil, with such a blood lust ;  and pining for the taste of that sweet sap  that zero degrees is “no sweat” .... you just wanna suck blood. That makes vampires slaves to their addiction. Disgusting. And...... when you’re a vampire ALL blood is good. No I take that back, there are some exceptions. I doubt political affiliations mean anything however ......

I’ve been watching a lot of dark movies, yeah. I’ve been watching them for about 30 years now, and that could be a problem. I’m too old for love stories. Too old for Care Bears. Do you find yourself mesmerized by Netflix and Prime series?  People just want more show! They don’t want an hour and a half they want immersion.

People are hanging on the hinges of tubular life. We are being programmed to our specific geno types. 

I am a redneck viking. No doubt. I conspire with nature, but instead of being like the classic shield maiden I'm more like the naked and afraid version of some Woody Allen movie with Kathy Bates playing the lead. I do however consider myself an owl whisperer.   

I was in the store this morning, back in January, and a dignified older (?) man was searching for Brylcreem , and he was frustrated. Handsome and frustrated. I found the Brylcreem but by the time I made it to the front of the store he was gone. Pissed and with hair all awry. Thus the Brylcreem ad.

Lilly is still with me, thank God!  11 years young this year (now 2018).  We've lost a few friends and the count dwindles down. Soon it will be just me. Just me.