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Wednesday, May 29, 2019
Robert Mueller Feels the Full Wrath of my Limerick in the New York Times
I have come to realize more fully that He wants all of His children to find peace, joy, and happiness in their lives.
M. Russell Ballard
. . . I have come to realize more fully that He wants all of His children to find peace, joy, and happiness in their lives.
M. Russell Ballard
Discovery of peace and joy
should all our strength each day employ.
Such happiness we seek in vain
if foolish views we entertain.
The Father of us all knows how
each furrow of our lives to plow,
and He will lead us unto bliss
if we take not his laws amiss.
The foolish who must ever stray
will keep true harmony at bay.
But those who follow God in love
find cheer today from hope above.
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
Netflix Reviews. The New Adventures of Monkey King. Historical Roasts. Travelers. Flavorful Origins. Patriot Act.
THE NEW ADVENTURES OF MONKEY KING
This Australian series is not bad, not bad at all. No swearing. No overt sexual hanky-panky. The actors are not goslings, and not doddering wrecks either. I recommend it for a family hunker-down on a lazy Sunday evening, or for an individual couch potato binge watching session at any time. There's magic and faint traces of Zen Buddhism and a nice commingling of humor and bonhomie. The plot moves at a brisk, mindless pace, with plenty of twists and turns. Set your expectations to "Medium" and this series will keep you very well entertained.
(And just to fan the flames of controversy Down Under -- it's obvious that the producers of this series are pandering to the Asian market in Australia, even though there's not a major Asian actor/actress in the cast. There's not even a hint of a billibong in this show, either. Just shows how the Chinese are working their mojo in Australia, eh mate?)
BTW: This is my dinner tonight, while reviewing Netflix stuff. Anybody got a problem with that?
HISTORICAL ROASTS
Dirty. Disgusting. Defamatory. Disappointing -- the concept is so wonderful that somebody needs to be arrested for felony creative fumbling on this one.
TRAVELERS
This one didn't even last five minutes. Drug use. Fuff.
FLAVORFUL ORIGINS.
The narrator of this series makes it sound like an infomercial.
Usually when I watch a Chinese food show I get so hungry I start gnawing on the furniture, but in the first episode here, as the doughty country lady made olive pig lung soup, I found myself wishing only for a cold bottle of club soda. This show is like streaming kapok -- nothing but empty fluff.
PATRIOT ACT WITH HASAN MINHAJ
Hasan, boychik, you're smart, you're handsome, your humor is tart and refreshing; why do you spoil it all with so many f-bombs? Oy, you think people will laugh less if you moderate your language? They won't. I'm not gonna recommend your show to my vast audience of viewers (all 30 of 'em), but I'm gonna finish watching the first episode about IPL Cricket -- it's so dang compelling!
FLAVORFUL ORIGINS.
The narrator of this series makes it sound like an infomercial.
Usually when I watch a Chinese food show I get so hungry I start gnawing on the furniture, but in the first episode here, as the doughty country lady made olive pig lung soup, I found myself wishing only for a cold bottle of club soda. This show is like streaming kapok -- nothing but empty fluff.
PATRIOT ACT WITH HASAN MINHAJ
Hasan, boychik, you're smart, you're handsome, your humor is tart and refreshing; why do you spoil it all with so many f-bombs? Oy, you think people will laugh less if you moderate your language? They won't. I'm not gonna recommend your show to my vast audience of viewers (all 30 of 'em), but I'm gonna finish watching the first episode about IPL Cricket -- it's so dang compelling!
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Christ is rest.
Christ is rest.
When my sluggish body can go no
further,
I will take one more step
to find rest.
When my sagging spirit is drained
dry,
I will squeeze out one more
drop of serenity.
And when my heart can beat
no more,
I must will it to stroke
one more time
to rest in Christ.
Monday, May 27, 2019
Another One of My Poems Posted in the New York Times -- This one about UFOs
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Netflix Reviews. The Order. A Tale of Two Kitchens. Revisions. The Society.
THE ORDER
Remember when everybody was complaining about how every other show on TV was a western? Probably not -- I'm talking forty plus years ago. I keep forgetting the world grows younger while I grow snarkier. Anywho, today it seems that every other streaming venue is a black magic/zombie show. Americans used to dote on shotting indians and rustling cattle; nowadays we pine for love philters and H.P. Lovecraft bugaboos. O tempora or mores.
Since beginning my career as a savvy reviewer of Netflix drek, I have formulated several rules in order to safeguard my sanity. One of them is that if a Netflix Original has more than one F-bomb in the first five minutes, I move along to bigger and better things.
I counted six F-bombs in the first five minutes of The Order.
So, I have no idea if this series about magic and werewolves and talking magpies (or is that Heckle & Jeckle I'm thinking of?) is any good. I am too old and set in my ways to start listening to F-bombs while I sip my Metamucil.
Remember when everybody was complaining about how every other show on TV was a western? Probably not -- I'm talking forty plus years ago. I keep forgetting the world grows younger while I grow snarkier. Anywho, today it seems that every other streaming venue is a black magic/zombie show. Americans used to dote on shotting indians and rustling cattle; nowadays we pine for love philters and H.P. Lovecraft bugaboos. O tempora or mores.
Since beginning my career as a savvy reviewer of Netflix drek, I have formulated several rules in order to safeguard my sanity. One of them is that if a Netflix Original has more than one F-bomb in the first five minutes, I move along to bigger and better things.
I counted six F-bombs in the first five minutes of The Order.
So, I have no idea if this series about magic and werewolves and talking magpies (or is that Heckle & Jeckle I'm thinking of?) is any good. I am too old and set in my ways to start listening to F-bombs while I sip my Metamucil.
A TALE OF TWO KITCHENS
This foodie show ends with the stark announcement: "Dedicated to the Latino men & women who grow and cook the food that feeds America."
I watched all of it, licking my chops at several of the dishes that were briefly displayed. But this is really not a cooking show. It's some kind of feel-good about diversity thingy that just happens to take place in two restaurants -- one in Mexico City and the other in San Francisco. There's a lot of good vibes going on in Mexico City, I remember from my several visits there over the years. And San Francisco -- well, that place seceded from the Union a long time ago. You can't get a straight answer from anybody who lives there too long. But the seafood is good. Especially the red snapper.
So if you have a half hour to kill, go ahead and watch this. You won't feel guilty afterwards.
REVISIONS
Anime. Japanese High School kids. They wear uniforms. Those big Margaret Keane eyes. Japanese artists sure are good at backgrounds.
"What exactly is happening?" says one of the characters halfway through the first episode. My question exactly.
But I didn't fall asleep in my recliner during the first episode, so for the sake of untold numbers of Netflix customers everywhere I am steeling myself to watch the second episode.
I just need someone to tell me who the heck "The Oral Cigarettes" are during the credits.
After watching the second episode I've come to the conclusion that I need a bowl of ramen noodles with a wiener sliced up in it and a bit of sauerkraut.
As for Revisions, you could do worse.
THE SOCIETY
Whoever does the programming at Netflix (and I am imagining a cabal of pinheads, with a sprinkling of those nebulous people who are described as 'coming out of the woodwork' during fateful moments) seems bound and determined to make everyone a teenager, or to make them act like a teenager. This is pure Ageism, with a capital A which rhymes with Pay -- and why should I pay 12 bucks a month for this youth-obsessed tripe? Luckily, my daughter lets me use her account for free.
This specimen panders to us with a sex scene during the first five minutes, so I say "Adios muchachos" and ride my prudish steed into the sunset to find something a little less lubricious.
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