FERRERMAN- AGAIN?

 I am always at least a little suspicious of sex scandals involving politicians or celebrities. You should be too. Fame is a dirty game played with sketchy people on the fringes trying to manipulate those on the pedestals of life, for fun and profit. The legitimacy of accusations should come into question. There should be investigations. There should not  be lynchings, out on the range or on social media.  Congressman Eric Swalwell is a leading democratic candidate to be the next governor of California. That's a pretty serious gig. Timing being everything in life and politics, you do have to question the timing of this woman coming forward and of those that followed her revelation with their own tales of untoward encounters with Swalwell. Why now, when he's leading a governor's race? Why didn't this happen when he was a mere congressman? That's still a pretty big target. Did someone hold onto this info for better timing or was this woman a victim who could no longer...

 Last night I learned I was "Generation Jones". That sounds like black exploitation flick Tarantino might have made, but it's not. It was a YouTube about the 1954- 1965 segment of the post-WWII "baby boom" children and how we really aren't boomers.  I never felt like I was a boomer. In our family of 7 kids, two older sisters are actual boomers, four of us aren't (technically now) and the youngest might be an "X". I don't really know what the demarcations are of the X, Y and Z's. Why did they start so early in the alphabet with double b's and then jump to the end? Did they know Trump was going to destroy the planet? Why start with alliteration and then go straight to the higher Scrabble letters? It doesn't make any sense. But it doesn't make any sense that I am a boomer either. Never felt like one, but stupid kids of one of the three other generations still might say to me, "OK, boomer" if they think I'm too pre...

 I'm often surprised when people recognize me. Several years ago, I was walking downtown, passed a popular restaurant, and about a block and a half later, an exhausted old grade school friend tapped me on the shoulder. "Buns" had been having lunch with his wife and another couple, and in a slit second had recognized me as his old pal, Ferrerman. How did he do that? I hadn't seen him in a couple of decades. I probably had looked right at him in the window, but nothing registered on my end. Later I remembered that Buns and his same wife had seated themselves at the bar in the town I was working, years ago, and greeted me by my name, a trick often used by customers to fake familiarity because the house forced us to wear name tags. Had he not introduced himself, I never would have spotted him. It was a "Cold Case" moment, if you recall that show.  Most recently, I was in a nearby store and saw one of my cousin's kids and his wife, a few feet behind me. I smi...

Saw a meme this morning about how the actress Helen Hunt won the Academy Award for best actress in 1989 and thanked a former teacher of hers for believing in her. In the meme, it was related that the teacher was fired for refusing to fail young Helen and opting instead to tutor her for her dyslexia. Helen gave the then-retail worker the $3million earned for being chosen best actress, and the woman opened up a school to tutor other kids like Helen.  Red flags all over the field for this one. I think the only true thing was that Helen Hunt won best actress that year. (I'm not even sure of that!) It's not true that winning that award comes with a cash prize of any amount. Somebody Snopes'd it, but Snopes is one of those sites that DEMANDS you take your Adblocker out back and kill it before you can read. You can't just pause it and enjoy the ads with the story. Many sites that DEMAND such violence go on to require you to subscribe for a low, low fee to spare you from having...

When it comes to television, I usually don't want to know how the sausage is made. I don't try too hard to figure out whodunnit, because with fiction, that's up to the writer. For example, "DTF St. Louis", a limited series on HBO/MAX. I *think* that Floyd killed himself to provide his wife, Carol, with a comfortable life he absolutely cannot give her due to his debt and curved penis. But isn't that what the writer's want  me to think? Of course it is. They led me down the garden path with that notion just as the insurance payoff also pointed the curved penis at Carol. She stands to profit BIGLY from Floyd's death obviously, and a spouse is always the #1 suspect. And, of course, Clark, who is Floyd's best friend- and Carol's lover, and presumably has a penis as straight as a preacher's dick, might want Carol and the money for his own self. These are all possibilities. It's up to the writers, just like in real life as with Trump murders l...

 I only spend 23 minutes in the laundromat these days thanks to my new policy of hanging my clothes to dry indoors, but 23 minutes was long enough to perform a very necessary act of resistance. On the reading rack, I found a fresh copy of a periodical called, "GUN NEWS". It had been untouched by other human hands. I put it in my back pocket to keep it from falling into impressionable minds. I like to help out wherever I can.  It was chock full of pedantic gun lover bullshit. The headline story was about how Chicago's black mayor, Brandon Johnson, has an armed security force of 150- and YOU DON'T.  Well, I don't know if that figure is accurate, and I don't really care. I do know that this is likely the case with all big city mayors. I also know that the NRA crowd objected to Barack Obama having armed security (the Secret Service) when he was POTUS and  YOU DIDN'T. They really did. I wondered in 2016 if Trump would be the first US president to boldly fiscall...