Ray's X-Blog

Another holiday, another quiet day. My circumstances are unlike most people.  No family.  And, yes, I do have friends but they're busy with their own families.   I used to go out on this so-called day of thanks, meandering through the deserted streets.  Unfortunately the streets aren't totally lifeless.  One time I found a  guy passed out mid-main-street mid-afternoon.  When I asked him if he was OK he got up and took a swing at me.  Someone else was passing-by and pulled the inebriated ingrate away.  With two of us he decided to calm down. Another altruistic incident that makes me to pause and give thanks for all the positive things in my life. (Next time I'll let someone become roadkill.) Today I enjoyed my traditional meal: a microwaved pepperoni-and-sausage Hot Pocket [TM].  Homemade goodness. Keep your eyes on the skies.  La Carcagne could be lurking.

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Back in the day westerns dominated TV.  Just three networks overstuffed with oat operas.  You had to decide which show would induce less saddle sore.  And there were plenty of hee-haw shoot-them-ups at the movie theater.   Too much killed the format.  Ad nauseam.  There's hardly a new western series on TV. A movie theater is like a ghost town for saddle sagas, tumbleweed rolling through.  You have to watch reruns on TV to get your cowboy fix. Now superheroes are the Big Thing, both TV and movies.  Irony: When I was a kid my peers and some adults questioned my rabid interested in four-color pamphlets.  I would be laughed at for spending 12 cents on a comic book.  Now everyone, not just nerds, are paying 12 dollars to see the same stuff brought to life on a cinema screen. A surfeit of product means each one has to match, even beat, the other one. I watched the pilot film for the Supergirl TV series and maybe ten minutes of the second episode.  This set-up has Kal-El's cous