Vitriol (An Alphabet Poem)…

After three times of asking Mr. Lindholm to kindly remove my collaboration from his blog found here with absolutely zero credit given to me or my collaborator https://thereluctantpoetweb.wordpress.com/2022/08/28/kerfuffle-komics-1-ramblings-of-a-fragile-mind/. I dedicate this poem to one of WordPress’s many resident hack bloggers.

Alethophobic King
Chuck Lindholm*
is one quintessential 
egocentric 
no talented 
moronic 
shit for brains
gloating
jaded
parasitic
utterly vile
dishonest
xenophobic**
zit
-Yawn-
WordPress Hack

*With a blog centered on absolutely nothing original written by said blogger, this is most likely a fake name
**conjecture

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Worst Japanese Lunch Ever followed by An Advanced Screening…

So, I saw that there was an advanced screening of the 11 years later sequel to Puss in Boots. Wow! Has it really been 11 years ? Definitely a worthwhile decision. My worthless decision was taking in a Maki lunch at a trendy Japanese restaurant called Kome at The Promenade Shops in Center Valley, Pennsylvania.

The salad was mixed green and a few halved grape tomatoes with the blandest ginger dressing I’ve ever had the displeasure of eating, the soup was standard white Miso with Nori. The Maki Rolls I chose for lunch were the unbalanced cucumber/avocado and “the someone chewed a tuna steak into tartare to the consistency of cat food then spit it into rice and rolled it” spicy tuna maki. Seriously, the grossest texture I’ve ever had in my life. Definitely not my idea of a good time. I wasn’t thrilled with waiting nearly 15 minutes for soup & salad and having my waitress ask me how everything is literally two seconds after my food was set on my table. I had no response then, I would have loved to give my opinion face to face had I tasted anything instead I took the time to fill out the survey with my bill. I gave a $10 tip that I would hope would be split among my order taker, two food runners and the busboy but alas, probably won’t.

On to seeing an advanced screening of Puss in Boots: The last wish at an AMC right across the street from Kome. I bought a popcorn to mask the misery residing on my taste buds. I took a center seat from the back row closest to the screen. I almost never sit this close, but I wanted fewer distractions.

This showing was in a very small 141 capacity theater and was quite close to being full. This film had just the right amount of laugh out loud funny, sentiment, tear induced emotional moments & scary fight scenes (a young boy sitting to the right of me had a hard time dealing with the big bad wolf). I loved that it took an “Into the Spiderverse” stylized look for the action sequences. This is one bad ass good time. Opens December 21st.

Kerfuffle Komics: (Un) Importance…

words: Little Charmer copyright 2020

art: M copyright 2022

Thoughts run through my head at pace 
as i question
the futility 
of
the human race

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Quote of the day…

“A vote is a prayer about the kind of world we want to live in. And prayers are stronger when we pray together.”

~Georgia Senator Raphael Warnock

As much as I want to agree with a fellow blogger that this quote is truthfully encouraging, it doesn’t make a lick of sense to me. It is one sided, because no one is ever going to vote the same as everyone else. I personally don’t feel that anytime in the future will any candidate ever be endorsed 100% by every single citizen, as if by some Godly miracle all votes are from one party only.

This goes for any party running.

I also think crybaby politicians (namely those duped into thinking that there is no such thing as losing) definitely fall under the actual definition of “Snowflake*” which they have no problem spouting off to anyone who proclaims to be Liberal or Democrat (both of which don’t necessarily go hand in hand).

The kind of world one person finds ideal, I guarantee, someone else will never find equally as ideal.

I might be the most peaceful person, but sadly World Peace, with no matter how many prayers will NEVER happen. The human race seems to have been created for the sole enjoyment of the sadistic side of God from the old testament.

Free Speech is hypocrisy at its best.

Okay, I am off my soap box.

* is a political insult for someone who is perceived as too sensitive. Ya know a sore loser fits this definition to a T.

Electrical Hub…

Apartment Unit Electric Meters in the Laundry Room in the first floor of our building taken with my Samsung Galaxy A71 phone camera

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A Soul Food Thanksgiving…

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So growing up my family devoured my Mom’s bread stuffing more so than the turkey, turkey, mash, gravy, canned cranberry sauce, candied yams, and asparagus.

When my Mom died and my Dad remarried, his wife’s family made butternut squash soup, Caesar salad, mash, gravy, turkey, freeze dried corn, green bean casserole, assorted appetizers and desserts.

When I got married my wife and I would alternate between my Dad and Thanksgiving at Her Aunts House. Trish and Garry and the combined Hontz-Higgins-Hazel families would be a massive potluck with all kinds of food and desserts.

When the kids moved out of Trish & Gary’s and my Dad died we had ham & chestnut stuffing at Jess’s parents house. We will be there tomorrow for a black friday meal. Sadly, this never happened because Jess’s Mom got sick.

This year Jess had to work 1/2 day so I decided to try something different. I slow cooked BBQ Pork Ribs with added cherry sauce, Made Sun dried tomato Montery Jack/Smoked Cheddar Mac & Cheese, a store bought Avocado Caesar Salad and Store bought blueberry pie. (I hate all things pumpkin & apple pie too)

IF I WERE…

Special Thanks to Ally Bean

  • if i were a month i’d be October
  • if i were a day i’d be Saturday
  • if i were a time of day i’d be early morning
  • if i were a font i’d be Febre
  • if i were a sea animal i’d be a seahorse
  • if i were a direction i’d be slightly confusing
  • if i were a piece of furniture i’d be a King size bed
  • if i were a liquid i’d be Hawaiian Blend Coffee
  • if i were a gemstone i’d be a Jade
  • if i were a tree i’d be a larch
  • if i were a tool i’d be a band from Los Angeles
  • if i were a flower i’d be a dahlia
  • if i were an element of weather i’d be  fog
  • if i were a musical instrument i’d be the wooden frog guiro
  • if i were a colour i’d be violet
  • if i were an emotion i’d be static
  • if i were a fruit i’d be a peach
  • if i were a sound i’d be quiet
  • if i were an element i’d be helium
  • if i were a car i’d be anything tiny in this age of BIG cars
  • if i were a food i’d be extra sharp cheddar cheese
  • if i were a place i’d be a park with a stream and the sound of croaks of the frogs
  • if i were material i’d be velvet
  • if i were a taste i’d be sweet & salty
  • if i were a scent i’d be freshly baked bread
  • if i were a body part i’d be a toe
  • if i were a song i’d be the soulful strut
  • if i were a bird i’d be a rainbow lorikeet
  • if i were a gift i’d be me
  • if i were a city i’d be artsy & culturally diverse
  • if i were a door i’d be solid iron
  • if i were a pair of shoes I’d be extra wide and comfy
  • if i were a poem I’d be golden shovel style

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A day of thanks…

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I offer thanks to the following

  • Full time employment
  • A great marriage to my beautiful wife
  • That my 5 years older brother is still around to spend time with
  • My brother’s family, my relatives, my wife’s family and relatives
  • My friends (Offline and Fellow Bloggers from all around the world)
  • Our cat Nigel
  • A place to call home even if it’s far from ideal
  • A working car
  • Not breaking any bones after my fall on Oct 31st (although I do have recurring tennis elbow)
  • The opportunity for twice a year vacation’s
  • The ability to cook amazing food (special foodie Thanksgiving edition later today)
  • Despite the hurdles, having a stolen post removed from a hack blog via DMCA Take down.
  • Catching fraud on my debit card in time to block access to my account (because someone felt the need to screw me out of $64 worth of food at a McDonald’s in Indiana and $10 worth of food at a Chick-fil-A in Georgia) Sadly, I recently bought an anime jacket from a website with multiple red flags I didn’t catch for $73, too coincidental to the fraud charges received the same day I got the jacket that had NY Return address label thrown on top of the original label from China from a business that has addresses in 4 different countries, none of which were Japan don’t buy anything from GearOtaku.com
  • To receive very cool bowls from Chel Owens because I won the terrible poetry contest in the Summer
  • To God for giving me 52 years of life and hopefully 52 more 👍😇🤗

ANIME JACKET/ TWO DIFFERENT ANGLES OF BOWL

I wandered lonely as a cloud…

Not a turkey but HAPPY THANKSGIVING YA’LL

Drawn with a paper mate inkjoy 0.7 colored with Tombow & AquaGraphix Watercolor Brush Marker

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