I finally saw one in the wild and it looks exactly as stupid and ridiculous as I expected.
Tonight on the drive home I saw a…
Cybertruck.
It looks like something the villain in an 80’s cartoon would drive. It’s that ridiculous. I fully expected to see Cobra Commander behind the wheel.
I mean, what a shit box.
My city’s 4th of July fireworks show was supposed to happen tonight, even though the 4th of July was two days ago. It was cancelled due to the weather forecast which apparently turned out to be dead wrong. This installment of Haiku for You is brought to you by whichever of our neighbors it is who is lighting off fireworks in their yard at 9:45pm.
Why do I still hear,
These neighborhood fireworks?
The 4th is over!
My wife just made an astounding observation.
Question: Has anyone ever seen actor John C McGinley and musical genius Weird Al Yankovic in the same room at the same time?
Mr McGinley:
Mr Yankovic:
Seriously… they could be twins. Are they the same guy?
One of our neighbors is shooting off so many fireworks that I can’t tell if it’s the 4th of July or the artillery barrage the Federal troops fired at General Pickett’s division during Pickett’s charge (which was 161 years ago, yesterday).
So much noise. The cats are handling it well, but we had to close the windows out of fear that the booms would freak them out.
Food for thought, haiku style, on the day after the supreme court fucked us…
Our society,
Crumbling before our eyes.
Fuck, let’s eat pizza.
Welcome to July, my friends. Summer is in full swing. Time to start worrying about the weather turning cold and frosty.
That’s sarcasm… or is it.
Man, the time is flying.
I don’t have any plans for the 4th of July. I have to visit my father for a bit, but other than that and the happy fact that I have the day off, the only thing on my radar is the start of the 50 songs in 90 days songwriting challenge.
You know what I want to do? It’s silly… but I want to buy some sparklers. Not fireworks. I have no interest in actual fireworks. Sparklers. I want to sit on the patio in the back yard and light up a few sparklers.
It could very well be the last 4th of July the United States gets to celebrate authentically. We very well could be a fascist dictatorship a year from now. We should do something to mark the last go around.
Also… sparklers are fun.
I took a film camera to my dad’s. I was going to stop at a spot on the Concord River on the way home.
When I left dad’s it was raining.
Because of course it was raining. Of course.
Following up on the previous post. I looked out the window to make sure the bird feeders survived the night (as you do) and saw a squirrel had made it past the anti-squirrel baffle and was chowing down.
Fuck it. I don’t want to play that anymore either. I give up.
We’re going to see Harry for a few minutes today. If it weren’t for that, I think I would be crashing into a major depression right now.
Fuck it all, I’m going fishing.*
*Not literally. That would take effort and clearly that is beyond me right now.
Motivation… I just can’t…
What is wrong with me?
I keep coming up with ideas for creative things to do and I keep failing to do them. I can’t even get myself to start them, never mind finish them. What the hell, Robert?
Did I get up early and go to the ocean to take pictures? No, of course not. Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I slept three hours past the alarm. Of course I did.
DoI play the guitar every day? Do I play the guitar once a week? Don’t be stupid.
Did I plant peanuts? Did I make sugar free ice cream? Am I going to do either? Don’t be stupid, of course not.
Literally the only thing I can bring myself to do as far as projects are concerned is watch the fucking television. I’d say I was going to melt my brain but clearly it’s already been completely liquified.
I highly personal, self reflecting haiku for you inspired by a conversation I just had with my wife regarding dinner plans for tonight.
Sometimes I’m lazy.
I don’t like it but it’s true.
I just need to flake.
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