On the 3:58PM out of the City.
I’m in a good mood. Tomorrow will be a light day. I get to spend money on technology! WoooHooo!
But today, I’m in the fourth car from the front. A seedy looking Jim Carey with a shaved head is reading the complete transcription of Donald Sterling’s recorded conversations and is agreeing with every thing the aging swinger was saying. Wife swap? Absolutely! No colored folk in public? Exactly? Sleep with black men? (Now he looks a little discomfited). His large workbooted feet kick out in neurotic reaction to the passivity with which Sterling let his mistress (and presumably ex wife and other mistresses heretofore unrecorded) conduct themselves. His large, widow-peaked brow is bright red with revelation and contempt. You’ve shown your race card, Sterling! For the love of all that is trapped in every repressed white man, let us be sexist as well as racist!” His prepubescent chin-tee (no comparison to our bald friend Chintee, who is hip, urban, womanophyllic, and less uptight) glistens with man-sweat. He violently shuts down his browser, puts in his ear buds, and listens to Rush Limbaugh podcasts about the Clintons.
Also here are Kristen Bell, Harold Ramis, Mama Cass, Kim Basinger, and Lance Armstrong. All are armed.
Sorry this one was so short. Voyeur Interrupted.
Happy Thursday. Safe travels.