TODAY'S RAMBLINGS
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Happy Friday and Happy Birthday America. In honor of both, let’s keep it short and maybe even entertaining on this long weekend.
Well, short unless you want to read the next chapter of my groundbreaking novel. Here is chapter 19, it is 1975, and Time magazine is interviewing Connie, who is by now general manager of The Fairmont Hotel in San Francisco. Yes.
Want the whole book to date? Here it is:
Frequent readers of this blog know I do quite a bit of observational stuff, like Jerry Seinfeld did in the 1980s and 1990s.
Or like a grouchy old white man does in the 2020s - you decide.
Because today, I am going to Seinfeld. In other words, I am going to make a wry observation that hopefully entertains.
Or I am going to shout at the clouds - but again, you can decide.
My wry observation: Jeez, enough already with brands using nouns as verbs.
Would you like some examples? No problem.
Ouch - apparently, Marcus wasn’t very popular helping people money:
After all, who the hell has the time to adult nowadays?
Not without protection, we’re not.
That is true: My dear, departed mother often gave us headaches.
The last one is special - for a couple of reasons.
Actually, 3 reasons, because I left out how disgusting this concept is in general. But they also complement the moronic A Better Way to Burger with one of the earlier noun-as-verb contortions:
No One OutPizzas The Hut.
Here’s to a happy and safe 4th of July. As we blow out the candles on our nation’s birthday cake, I am making a special wish.
Might you be able to guess what it is?
FROM THE UNWASHED MASSES
I sincerely appreciated the feedback I received for Monday’s Oink. If only it had made a difference in Washington D.C.
Thank you for reading this newsletter.
KLUF
Right? And as a bonus: This song has some mighty guitar riffs.
Well, for Missing Persons.
Blimey Portico you can
language! It must be that course what you went on.