2016-08-06 A Day That Will Live / In Cinfamy

 2016-08-06      A Day That Will Live / In Cinfamy                                                                    

Like (y)our man Cin’s battery, (y)our man Tosh the laptop’s power supply might well run out / of jui©e prior to the completion of (t)his two-hour Sadutday after before during and after it becomes Another Sadurday night and I Ain’t Got Nobody (hooker please, -id.) after shift of hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Ba©k to Baltime-moirs and out / of jui©e, what with the videeing of the Quyon Ferry crossing back / and forth the Ha®bor as we do and that was just after taking place, not to mention the audeeing of the tunes and .mp3s streaming – the ‘diah-Rio’ the wit on the radio besmerched the ongoing Olympics in Brazil better for the ©esspools that serve as its rowing and sailing events, ‘Games’ – out your man Tosh the laptop’s desktop POKE / Totally Unautho®ized ®eproduction music folde® , hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Ba©k to Baltime-moirs and out / of jui©e is all / we gots.

 

First up streaming (no it’s just / playing audio files, do you really think you gets the internet and / or its shadow the ©loud / out here, Tesla ? -id.) from POKE / the Desktop folde® is ‘Kashmir’ from Led Zeppelin IV and cinfamously licensed as a rare permission granted by your men Robert Plant and Jimmy Page and the rest of the band to be used in Amy Sederling’s Fast Times at Ridgemont High, getting the Led out is all / we gots.

 

Course Cin was only just / now before during and after trying to get the Led out just / minutes ago as he sped in his land ©ruiser / Don’t Let the Suba®u Fool You from (y)our (wo)men their M and P Noslouc’s place up on out on up on out on up on out onup on out on up on out on up in here in Luskvegas on the Quebec side to the Quyon Fe®ry twenty minutes up / the Highway 148, or ‘ the bloodbath’ as (y)our man one of the Larry Darryl and Darryl towtrucke drivers of (y)our youth called it / better. 

 

After a not entirely cinauspicious start to hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Ba©k to Baltime-moirs and out / of jui©e , though, when he was after buying a pack / of da®ts – ‘that’s’, ©in said it better to the depanneu® lady after she reached into the now all-but hidden drawer where depanneu®s have to store the da®ts now because so©ial engineering, and pulling out a pack of Player’s ®ed, the ones with the graphic Do Not Smoke video playing on the wrapper on it that shows a 30-second movie of the g®uesome  ope®ation sure to be required to be performed on any cinsumer ®ash and ®eckless enough to buy / the same, ‘fine’ - Cin and your man Subie B®Z got stuck behind a Sadu®day afte® d®iver on the 148, and had to keep it below 100,  a bloodbath is all / we gots.

 

That, and the visual of the hot-tp-t®ot fellow-driver in the BMW and ostensible Quyon Fe®ry lover with Quebec plates who just showed and parked next to Subie B®Z here at the Quyon Fe®ry laun©h, or anyway next to the ha®d plasti© picnic tables with their ha®d plastic umb®ellas of the same, where ©in has been known as of late to ©amp out for two hour shifts of wo®king from home and / or hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and ha®d plasti© umb®ellas, ©amping out for two hour shifts of wo®king from home and / or hulk-smashing away at this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and ha®d plasti© umb®ellas is all (that’s enough -id.) / we gots.

 

Course he sticks out like a so®e / thumb up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on  up / out here, what with your man Tosh the laptop playing Bla©c music (wait, what, oh yeah it’s true, it’s Aloe / Blacc -id., followed and he kids / you not, everything / nothing coming up ©in today, one from Bla©k Sabbath, God Is Dead ?, innit God, out its speakers, and (y)our man ©in surrounded by lo©al types or from elsewhere in Quebe© anyway gathered at the Quyon Fe®ry ha®d plasti© umbrellas and trying to enjoy the(ir) hot dogs and hamburgers sans distraction and distraught, trying to enjoy the(ir) hot dogs and hamburgers sans distraction and distraught is all / we gots.

 

  ‘When will this nightmare be over’ Ozzy akses it better, ‘when can I empty / my head?’, and then the pun©hline, innit God (that’s enough, -id., you can see the spires / of St. Mary’s from here, bro) 1, ‘is God really / dead ?’, ‘have you ever seen a place,’ Sean Connery’s Brother William of Baskerville askes it better of his novi©e, played by a young Christian Slater of all people innit Christ, after being aksed / the same, or wo®ds to that effect, in Jean-Jacques Annaud’s immo®(t)al film take on Umberto Eco’s (first!) novel that five-lettered wordle The Name of the Rose – no it was ‘is this a place / abandoned / by God?’ idiot, -id. – to which (y)our (Scots)man Sean Connery RIP had to reply of course ‘ have you ever seen a place where God would have felt / at home?’, abandoned / by God (hooker please, -id.) is all / we gots.

Go(o)d times, innit go(o)d, (t)his Sadu®day after before during and after it becomes another Sadurday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody after shindig evidently more of a to-do than Cin foresaw, no end of vehi©ular traffic now pulling in and disgorging / its occupants, everyone of course drinking beer as though it were water and having mad / fun as a result, meanwhile your man ©in under ®egime ze®o quaffing gallons and gallons of ©offee all of this ©i®cus of hu(wo)manity taking place not twenty metres from the local Lion’s ©lub, where their grandpappy Noslouc was once G®and Poobah (oh please hooker, that’s / The Flinstones, -id), Pops Cimbah is all / we gots.

‘Sundown’ your man Gord Lightfoot sings it better now from his song of the same name and Gord’s Gold (File  Save As  Cu®rent Poke) , ‘you better take care / if I find you’ve been creeping ‘round my backstairs’, and perhaps the best cho®us of all time, ‘sometimes I think it’s a shame, when I get feeling better when I’m feeling / no pain’, thinking it’s a shame, when I get feeling better when I’m feeling / no pain is all / we gots.

Cintermission

 

Course  this Sadu®day of all Sadu®days – and like all Thi®stdays that never get any / more or any / less thi®sty because Regime Zero, Sadu®days do not come any / sadder, though this part of the wo®ld this time of year is fall-down beautiful and surely not a place abandoned / by God, innit God, why not 100 metres from here is the house of Father ©ostello (f®ee ! flog, ‘we’ ©in said it better of the same to his aunt Big ®ed (f®ee flog !) the Noslouc family matriarch before during and after (y)our man Father ©ostello was flown in to serve as M© of at one or another family wedding and / or funeral and / or baptism, and doing a bang-up / job, ‘should hire / that guy’) where (y)our man Cin and his Da Noslouc had coffee with Father ©ostello after his 11 o’clock number at the 11 o’clock Mass at St. Mary’s metres / from here – and though he had nearly cinvinced  himself that his cinvitation to and cinvocation of the third annual Viking Wa® Hall would be heeded, such was not / the case, (y)our man ©in surely thought that he would be elsewhere, namely at the recently-cinvoked Viking Wa® Hall, hundreds of miles to the No®th.

 

      Course it’s always a bit of a relief – and under ®egime ze®o a brief bit of balm for excruciating / anxiety magnified by orders / of magnitude because no liquid ®elief  in sight / ever – when an event of your own devising becomes a total non-event, as opposed to a nea®-miss or a fias©o or cringe that six-lettered wordler or god forbid a half-ass / thing, innit god (that’s enough, -id.).  He sent out cinvitations 3 months ago almost to the day for the Viking Wa® Hall – and far worse left two unreturned voi©email messages for the leaders / taste-makers of the group, snubs which Cin will not soon ever forget (hooker please you forgot / already, -id.) because tough as nails until thin-skinned, ‘he forget everything’ is the pun©hline for the joke about the I®ishman with Alzheime®s, ‘except / the g®udge’  - and no Vikings / came, unless of course there are Vikings there now  aksing what the fu©k, even as your man the Cinveyor (conveyor ? little help, convoker ? ©invoker ?  -id.) of the Wa® Hall is 500 miles south, hulk-smashing away at this Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moirs and will not soon ever forgive or forget because tough as nails until thin-skinned .

 

Course as with all things and Things and contingencies and cintingencies associated with living under ®egime ze®o , ©in has taken extreme ©ounter-measures for such / eventualities as organizing a pa®ty to which no one / came.  For soon ©in will be after filling up one of his sippy ©ups / travelling ©offee mugs with the ©offee brewed as a touch of ©ustomer appreciation – not bad, usually, for pe®colator ©offee, ‘the amusing’ the Smithsonian scientist says it better to Agent Sta®ling in Jonathan Demme RIP’s movie take on Thomas Harris The Silence of the Lambs as he akses her out / for a date, of the likely beverage of choice of the same, and as your man his fellow Quyon Fe®ry Picnicer takes a piss now on the house / t®ee right on front of CIn, ‘house / wine’ – at the Shawville Independent (f®ee flog !) twenty minutes up the 148, before during and after ®etail-therapying any and all frozen and / or fried food that will fit into his black burlap sack as  we do, for to (m)eat / his How Does It Feelings of this evening, (m)eating / his How Does It Feelings of this evening is all / we gots. 

 

Oh please hooker, it’s not the end / of the wo®ld that five-lettered wordle.  A triple-dose of Plan © will © / (pl) ease his pain until tomorrow mou®ning anyway, a triple-dose of Plan © to numb / ease his pain until tomorrow mou®ning anyway is all / we gots.  And though your -id. is omni-present before during and after ®egime ze®o as an unwelcome visitor and by-produ©t of / the same – ‘a real’ Jeff Bridges’ the Big Lebowksi says it better in the Coen brothers’ movie of the same name, of the Police Chief of Malibu, and Cin How Does It Feels the same about most of the po-pos who have crossed / his path so far during (t)his ©ameo up on out on up on out on up on out on this Dog and Pony Show so far, and not / without ®eason, ‘reactionary’ – and most notably just cinserted him / her / it self into the first sentence of this paragraph (notably is right, I wrote it ! -id.), still ©in’s ego is healthy enough to survive this failed cinvocation of the Viking Wa® Hall that four-lettered word that / wasn’t, innit perfesser, surviving (t)his Day That Will Live / In Cinfamy, is all / we gots.

 

Thank you for reading (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and Viking War Hall