An Oral Contract
“I’m sorry Tony, I know you don’t like to be interrupted before court but I had to see you. I’m heading out of town for a while, going down to Expo and I need you to deal with this bastard!”
Good Tony. Bad Tony.
Lincoln Man redoubled and went to open the door of his car. I went full Clint Eastwood on him, fixing him with an unblinking ‘I’m going to mess you up’ stare.
“You don’t want to do that Old Man!” I said in my most threatening seventy-three year old voice.
Banned
Communicating is not about being heard, it’s about being understood so I have to use words that are meaningful to the reader or to my listener. And now they ban words. Who bans words? Well other than Republicans in Florida I mean?
Cst. Tony Peyton
And in we went. If you’ve watched scenes like this unfold on cop shows, guns drawn, furtive glances, the air thick with tension, not knowing what was going to greet them behind the locked hotel room door. It’s just like that! BLAM!
In Defence of Grumpy Old Men
Author’s note: So here’s the thing, I woke up grumpy today. It’s Friday and I always look forward to posting my new blog on Friday’s. When I went to publish, it was no longer there, something as one might imagine that elevated my general grumpiness to Defcon 1.
Just Stop It!
Family, a group united by blood, marriage or other union or through adoption, interacting with one another as spouse, partner, parent, children, siblings growing through each generation.” Definitions and descriptions vary but nowhere does it say you can join a ‘family’ by calling into a radio station.
“This is not my family” I spoke up.Fam
Groping for Trout in a Peculiar River
“So how many men have you slept with?” asked the boyfriend, inevitably stepping into unsafe and private territory. “Ummmm” pondered his girlfriend, weighing the need to be careful in the answer. “None besides you honey. All the others kept me awake all night.”
Oh The Humanity!
So the day I take my advice from Elon Musk is the day I … oh never mind. In any event a recent comment by Musk caught my attention. He warned in rather apocalyptic tones that artificial intelligence is the greatest threat to humanity that we have ever faced. Good Lord man, in a world of hyperbole that takes the cake.
Come On Man!
I am the son of English parents which means that I consider it my birthright to express a firmly held opinion with every drawn breath. As I write, I can hear my mother and what she would say to this relentless tide of uptightness washing over us.
“Oh do shut up!”
Perhaps she means me.
Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet and Phone
I studied Latin in my early years. Mr. Green, Kelowna Junior High 1963, if you don’t believe me. Weird I know and it did nothing for my dating life.
Apparently facility unravelling the root meaning of any English word did not get otherwise available teenage Canadian girls hot for young Tony. It was the ’60’s. How could they possibly know the adventures awaiting?