On a good night I'll toss three bulbs, just for being alive, well grounded, and only slightly annoyed at the technofascist storm that descends.
It will be a whole lot worse when cops bust your door because you insist on using Edison bulbs.
I suspect that the pre-nup specifies that I cease and desist from political activism in thought, word, or deed.
And that...is a real problem.
It's not like I'm not aware of who's running this circus, you know?
(I am quite prepared for that little 'sit down', Mister)
Already I can hear the bickering, over bulbs.
"Honey, did you swap out the light bulbs, again?"
"That's right dear. Those things interfere with my hearing. And I have sensitive ears. That's how we met, remember?
Only this time, I had the Florenza do it. Oh, she's also running my blog, and I had Tom legally transfer all my screen identities, so don't tell me
that I violated our sacred oath. I had nothing to do, with anything.... Besides, Florenza finds my thoughts to be interesting. Her last employer made
her cry when she discovered that she was used in a comedy sketch, you remember, by the lady who thought it was a good idea to make a joke out of the
common man, the one who thought that it was a freakin riot that just plain old anyone with an internet connection
actually had anything
interesting to say
Sorry about your brother. There's a lot more to it than mere lightbulbs flickering out.
edit on 12-2-2014 by TheWhiteKnight because: (no reason given)