Thursday, March 12, 2015

Post 2900 - Thursday

Hello and welcome post #2900, folks.

Well, I guess it is post 2900. As you know, over the years I have lost count of the number of posts. In a few cases, I have used posts that didn't have a damn number, or had a "and a half" or "B" as a suffix. It is all terribly confusing. Let's just agree that this is post 2900 and be friends, okay?

How was your day? Probably a little subpar because when you fired up your computers this morning you didn't see a blog post. I apologize for that. My body shut down last night around 7:30, and I was out for the night. It seems to be happening more and more lately. I wonder why?

Tomorrow is Friday. I can't help it. It just is, so get used to it. But my point is that Friday presages the weekend, which once again is something beyond my control so piss off already. Where was I? Oh, yes. The weekend is nearly here. I have plans in the Valley this weekend, but I have heard that there will be a massive storm starting Saturday night. This is according to Frankie MacDonald, whom I trust implicitly.

So, I don't want to get stuck in that crappy weather that Frankie is forecasting. This means that I must take care of my business down there in less than 24 hours, which further means that I must cut back my sleeping to no more than 18 hours. I think this will be a huge challenge for me, but I must persevere because Frankie would want me to. I will make it back here Saturday evening, after I order my pizza and Chinese food and charge my iPod and iPad and cell phone and tablet and laptop and buy my Pepsi and Coke.

I have been half watching Big Bang Theory this evening. It was very nice that they mentioned Steve Ditko tonight as being the unknown co-creator of Spider-Man along with the far more famous and wealthy Stan Lee. I wonder of the 18 million or so people who will see the episode this evening, plus all the people who will see the repeats and in syndication over the coming years, not to mention see it on streaming services and via illegal downloads, how many of those hordes of people will have heard Steve Ditko's name for the very first time. And, I also wonder if Steve Ditko himself, living in near poverty somewhere in a low rent part of New York, will know that his name was mentioned on the show, because who knows if the man even owns a television?

I guess that's it for this evening, ladies and fine gentlemen. You take care of yourselves and think of me. I will think of you once I am done thinking about myself.

See you tomorrow.


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