Here’s shampoo to our real friends.

“Jeep Ducking” is a thing where Jeep owners leave rubber ducks on strangers’ Jeeps in parking lots as a Random Act of Kindness, an exuberantly silly gesture that forces me to reassess my opinion of people who drive Jeeps, and the recipient displays all their ducks on the dashboard. What’s frowned upon is buying ducks for your own dashboard which is like signing your own cast or wearing your own band’s t-shirt in the band photo. Simply. Not. Done. Anyway, if you drive a crappy car, how’s about leaving rubber novelty poop on other people’s autos of a certain vintage?

The moving finger

Playing music on an actual instrument has gone the way of sailing a boat or riding a horse, transitioning from a useful skill performed by working people in the course of their quotidian existence to an arcane and somewhat spendy hobby. It’s looking like the same thing is about to happen to writing. I want to apologize right now for using the word “quotidian” up there. That was inexcusable. If there was any way I could go back and change it I would certainly do so. Quotidian just means on a daily basis which is what I should have typed.

Hi-Biscus!

I figured I would pick up some fizzy water. Normally I’d do what I usually do; usually I’d make my normal choice. It’s the usual choice of most of my friends and acquaintances as well, if what I’m offered in their homes is any indication. It’s the pamplemousse, whose popularity as a fizzy water flavor can possibly be attributed to how dang much fun it is to say grapefruit in French. Anyway, this time I bought another flavor instead. Beneath the fragile veneer of civilization there is in my soul something savage and untameable, a wildness that sometimes frightens me.

And nobody says "tsk"

I can be a bit slow on the uptake. Here’s a thing that finally occurred to me. When an British writer has somebody say “er,” they mean “uh” in American. When they write “fellers” they mean “fellas.” See, most British accents are non-rhotic, and “er” and “uh” are pronounced the same. Unless you’re the actor Robert Newton. He was from Shaftesbury in England’s West Country and exaggerated his native accent when he played Long John Silver in the movies, which is why we say “arrr” when we talk like pirates. This does not explain why some people pronounce “banana” “bahnahner.” 

spooky action at a distance

I’m not a tinfoil hat guy. I’ve had no contact with ancient entities. I don’t suffer from phildickian delusions that the radio in my car is giving me relationship advice. I have no reason to believe that the Bilderberg Group and the Vatican are working together to put microscopic mind-control robots in my drinking water. But when the New York Times runs the headline “Stop Wiping Your Glasses on the Bottom of Your Shirt,” I have to ask “How is that even your business?” New York Times, you are not my mom and I’ll wipe my glasses however I choose. 

Geezer, Coot, or Codger?

I heard someone say, “Age is only a number.” While that’s true, let’s not forget that it is the number of years since your birth. Is your library card older than the librarian? When you leave the house, how many times do you pat your pocket to make sure you have your keys? Are there moments when you find yourself thinking that velcro shoes might not be such a bad idea after all? Okay. Someday you too may look up from the sink and ask yourself, “Who is this jowly bald-headed old fart and why am I flossing his teeth?”

marsupial alert

I don’t know how to break this to you without delivering an unpleasant shock, so I’ll just spit it out. Unless you live in Wisconsin, South Carolina, or West Virginia, it’s probably illegal for you to own a kangaroo. Okay, in 10 states you can have one if you qualify for a special kangaroo permit but everywhere else it’s just flat-out prohibited. It’s easier in this country to acquire a semiautomatic weapon or a bag of really good weed than a simple kangaroo. What does that tell the world about our priorities? What example are we giving to our children?