Disney has decided to go out on a limb and hire Bill Cosby to provide the voice of one of the characters in their new computer-animated film. Their choice seems uncomfortable, if apt. The movie his voice will be appearing in? Sleeping Beauty.
I feel sorry for New York City mayor Bill De Blasio. Those cops who turned his backs on him at their fellow officer’s funeral should all be fired. I mean, can you imagine if you did that to your boss? (I couldn’t, since I no longer have one. That’s one of the great things about being self-er, un-employed.)
Have you seen the New York Times video clip of the three French cartoonists who worked for Charlie Hebdo? They seemed like really nice, funny guys. I guess that’s why they got killed. See? Sometimes nice guys do finish first! How wonderful that life is always fair.
(By the way, I might not be so ready to joke about such a thing if I weren’t dying faster than usual myself.)
In the entry I wrote a few days ago (“Self-Contained Chaos”), I forgot to describe a key scene in my wife Jina’s temper tantrum. She pulled a Jack Nicholson and shoved all the contents on the table on the floor. I helped her clean it all up afterwards, sciatica notwithstanding. This wasn’t the first time she’d pulled such a stunt. Several years ago she pulled all my books from the shelves and scattered them on the floor, and a long time before that she did the same thing with all the chess pieces on the board after I’d narrowly defeated her in a grueling match, nearly injuring my parents’ puppy.
Speaking of puppies, I had a dream that my family’s pet dog from my childhood was cutting a piece of watermelon for us. A few days later I dreamed I was on the phone with Johnny Cash, calling him from Rome, telling him about all the city’s beautiful women and works of art.
In my unofficial analysis, both dreams had to do with my fears of encroaching death, since the dog died thirty-seven years ago, the same year my aunt did, and Johnny C. died a few years back. His last album The Man Comes Around features a number of songs that revolve around death and is worth a listen if you’re in that kind of mood.
This blog has been a treat for me to write, and as always I want to thank you for taking the time to read it. You keep me going, and I both celebrate and salute you. You make me feel that much less like the tree falling in the woods when no one’s around (apart from all the other trees, squirrels, owls, insects, songbirds, etc.).
Now I’ve got to go endure my weekly crucifixion.
Have a great weekend!