DOOMED WIZARD DIARIES

"La da di, la da da, la da daaa Singing in the shower La da di, la da da, la da daaa Singing in the shower..." So goes the chorus of Becky G's song "Shower," and so goes any hope for lyrical content in pop music as we know it.  Now, before you ask, "Who the hell is Becky G?" that's part of my point.  And before you say, "Has pop music ever had lyrical content?" consider these two aspects: "Shower," came out in 2014 and I had to remind you it was a thing.  "Carry On Wayward Son," by Kansas, came out four decades ago, spent 20 weeks on Billboard Magazine's Top 100 chart, where it peaked at number 11, everyone, even my 78 year old father has heard it, and it contained lyrics such as... "Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know..." Plus, you will never see Sam and Dean Winchester drivi...

I never planned on reading "Lord of the Flies," though, with good reason, I think it's one of those stories we're just born sort of knowing.  In high school, I remember kids reading it, but I couldn't be bothered with anything that wasn't science fiction.   I wasn't a fan of the movie version from the 1990s.  I'd had my glasses smacked off my face enough times to empathize with Piggy, but my reactions were typically the opposite of the poor, whimpering asthmatic. Recently, in a fit of desperation to watch a "classic" movie from Hulu's so-named category, I settled on the 1960s version.  The acting was terrible and the plot lumbered along as clumsily as "The Beast" tethered on the cliff by its parachute, but it left enough of an impression upon me to finally break down and read the book.  I devoured it as rabidly as the little brats on the island devoured the pigs they'd killed.  As a high-schooler, I most likely would...

Failure isn't necessarily failing, it's learning how not to do things that way.  That said, in my family's attempt at creating low-sodium, MSG and TBHQ-free chicken ramen noodles, my daughter Arlaux and I followed the recipe I found to the letter and found it damn near inedible and wound up in the trash.  The second batch, which we tweaked quite a bit, however, came closer.  Our goal is to create a method with which even someone as culinarily-challenged as my son The Toad can come home from school and, within five minutes, be sucking down a bowl of noodles instead of grazing on a bag of chips the way a horse straps on a feed bag.   Why, you might ask, are we going through so much trouble?  Because chicken ramen noodles are awesome.   Duh!   Stay tuned for further details. 

This my first blog post in a few years.  This is a photo of Godzilla antagonist King Caesar.  Have a great day. What?  You were expecting something profound?