"???!!!"

Okay here's a conversation stopper. I was abducted by them Saucer guys back in 1955. From my Aunt Sybil's back yard. Eh,...my Auntie is the one in the middle in the third photo that's me in the second. And that's Swedish jet fighters taking down one of them weird annoying bastards in 1953 or so.

Good shoot'n guys!

These family photos taken at about the time of the,...eh incident.

Both Aunt Sybil, (...to center),and I were taken by these weird robot guys. We ended up in what I thought was a big airplane hanger...I had seen a few by then. Ya see they didn't shoot you in them days for wandering around airports.

There's me above at he time of the gleeful incident.

Anyway this big robot guy was carrying me to who knows where...I didn't know what they did to Auntie...still don't. Anyway I ended up in what looked like a room full of giant washing machines. Hey that's what they looked like to my five year old self from dream recall.

They gave me a bath.

????!!!

Yeah I don't know why either.

Next thing I know I'm with Aunt Sybil again, and we're looking down on the City. We're flying over the Brooklyn Bridge...thing is I remember details like the fact from above the bridge looked rusty needed a paint job, and serious repairs...which it did at the time.

Interesting.

Next we're in the kitchen, and Auntie is cooking dinner.

Years later I asked her about that. About how could we have the same dreams. That's when she told me about the mysteries she experienced in her life...ghosts, visions, music in the sky. Basically all the stuff that folks do perceive, but mostly never talk about...for obvious reasons.

Me I have no shame as I just posted somewhere. In fact I told the story on the air about how I called the radio station's manager saying I couldn't come to work because I was having flash backs of my UFO abduction.

WBAI radio, wbai.org,  for all it's current sins 'is' the only job on Earth where your boss will give you time off because of UFO flash backs. She even asked if I wanted to talk to a UFO post abduction counselor...whom she knew.

??!!

Good grief.

Anyway I think them space guys have been messing with my family for years. My brother had some of that missing time jazz both when he was in Vietnam, and here at home. That on the highway at night upstate. Other relations mention stuff from time to time.

Granted most of this is bullshit shit, but there's that 2% or so that ain't. Who or what them folks are...who the bleep knows...excerpt maybe the NSA, and the Phone Company. ...and 'they' ain't talking.

Stay Tuned.

"Oh Yeah?! ...Well Mine's Bigger!!"

Some serious un-thoughtful outfit run out of someone's basement, "Formlabs", is producing 3D printers that can make complex circuits. So now you can make triggering devices for bombs or toasters using the raw material found in any kitchen. I think there was a science fiction short story about this mayhem back in the 1990's. The "printers" in that long ago future-cast were called "Makers".

Cute.

Great now I can make an ashtray whenever I need one. Comrades you get that this is bullshit, and like VCRs in 1970 just for rich nerds? ....you got that right? 3D trinket making will play itself out, and vanish. Industry will use it for certain things. However the main users most non-opioid addicts foresee will be terrorist of all sorts. (...nothing against them opioids.) Assorted maniacs,...Nazis religious nutters. That stupid kid at school. The weird guy in the editing lab the pissed off boy friend the moron that just feels like it will use it for making undetectable firearms, and bomb parts. In fact that's the first thing folks chatted about online when these 3D things showed up.

Yeah sure they'll be fig-leaf safeguards. However any bunch of 14 year olds will get around these in an afternoon. Thank you "Formlabs" for making the world more interesting. Let me know when you patent your "Mr. Surprise" pocket Anthrax nail bomb.

"Pensively departs..."

Barbie realized that life as a cloistered nun was not for her. She departed the convent of "Saints of the Burning Hook", and slowly walked the wet cobbles to her waiting limo.

From my dear friend Lucile:

"Somehow I doubt, as Barbie must have also doubted?!"

She "doubted" as so many have,...and left. As for the limo it's a 1955 Caddy. A gift long ago from Elvis. Which btw is indeed enchanted. This since it drives itself services re-fuels, and every 3 years repaints itself.

...Black.

She 'never' leaves home without it. Nor would I.

"Cashless'

American money is one of the most uninteresting currencies in the world. I mean even with the up coming change for the $20 dollar bill. Heck Canada ya know them nice quiet folks that live upstairs? Well they have some of the most weird, and colorful wads in the world.

Them African countries have dough that's always interesting, and amusing. Some printed on only one side, and they tend to change what with astronomical inflation out there. There was even one with a UFO on it. Seems the local President for Life or till the next Coup was a space alien fan.

...good for him.

Anyway the above  is a modest proposal to jazz up the scratch we carry around. I have an idea for a $13 dollar bill with a homeless family huddled on the front, and a foreclosed home on the back. I'd put Walt Whitman on the $7 dollar bill. Bart Simpson on the $60, and Lenny Bruce on the $150 buck ticket.

All garishly colored in the style of Peter Max of course.

(...more on this as I think about ways to abolish the whole ridiculous idea of money in the first place.)


Stay Tuned.