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Page 20 EXIT ZERO November 26, 2020<br />
ones and showing the world I<br />
could still hit the high notes on all<br />
those Wings songs. Maybe one of<br />
these days…)<br />
I generally love the Hallmark<br />
Channel, but the constant banner<br />
ads and countdown to the<br />
premiere of their next Christmas<br />
masterpiece are super-distracting.<br />
I imagine it’s how a squirrel<br />
goes through its day. What was<br />
that? Did I miss something? Shit!<br />
What did that say? That aside,<br />
it’s at least nice to know there’s<br />
a landing spot for faded B-List<br />
TV stars, aging former hunks and<br />
one-time Supermans.<br />
I’m working on my own<br />
Hallmark-like script, “Christmas<br />
in Cape May: A Love Story:<br />
Yuletide Reunion: Nana’s Bakery:<br />
Snow on the Beach: Lighthouse<br />
of Love: Chapter Three: The<br />
Beginning: Chapter One.” It’s like<br />
a normal Hallmark movie but<br />
with more swearing, blood and<br />
graphic sex scenes. Tom Wopat<br />
and Nancy McKeon are attached.<br />
I’m not gonna lie, for a long<br />
time I thought Tide Pods were<br />
stupid. Now I can’t imagine my<br />
life without them.<br />
I do a fair amount of work<br />
(writing, updating distribution<br />
lists, playing solitaire) in the<br />
publishing office at Exit Zero<br />
Filling Station. My best friend<br />
Tish Roussos is kind enough to<br />
let me use her desk. She’s got<br />
a little pillow on her chair that<br />
cushions my sensitive bum. I just<br />
have the heart to tell her how<br />
much I fart on it.<br />
Beard & Weight Watch: I’m<br />
sitting at 229.5 this fine Sunday<br />
morning, which I consider a gift<br />
given I haven’t been to the gym in<br />
three weeks (sick for two weeks<br />
plus a week of my wife begging<br />
me not to go because she’s afraid<br />
I’ll get Covid but I’m starting to<br />
think that maybe she just wants<br />
to keep me fat because all the<br />
girls are checking out my heinie)<br />
and I haven’t been super-great<br />
about my diet (still eating about<br />
85% healthy but allowing the<br />
occasional slice of pizza or bowl<br />
of pasta to sneak in because I am<br />
but human). Anyway, I’m going<br />
back next week and still think I<br />
can get to my goal weight of 199.5<br />
by New Year’s Day. 2027. The<br />
beard also had a bad week since<br />
I had to shave it off in preparation<br />
for an acting job I booked.<br />
No, it’s not something you’ll<br />
ever see (unless you’re a pharmacist-in-training),<br />
but… and I<br />
hope you’re sitting down… there<br />
has been talk of the return of<br />
Larry Crinkle. (The uninitiated<br />
should search Youtube: Davis<br />
Hyundai Burlington NJ.)<br />
Why is it that when we order<br />
out pizza I can only eat 2-3 slices<br />
but when I cook a DiGiorno I can<br />
easily eat the whole thing?<br />
I’m not on Facebook much<br />
these days, just long enough to<br />
post about my gigs or chuck in<br />
a joke-y reply on a friend’s post,<br />
but what’s up with this new algorithm?<br />
I mean, I like both Ginny<br />
Murray and John Cooke, but I<br />
don’t care if Ginny comments on<br />
John’s sunset photo. As, I’m sure,<br />
they could care less if I comment<br />
on John’s comment on Ginny’s<br />
sunset photo. Also? Why so<br />
many sunset photos? There’s one<br />
every day and I know where to<br />
find it if I want to see it.<br />
Two of my kids want the new<br />
Sony Playstation 5 for Christmas.<br />
They sell for $800-1000 on the<br />
internet, which is significantly<br />
more than I paid for my first car.<br />
Though, in their defense, a PS5<br />
probably has more resale value<br />
than a 78 Chevette.<br />
I could not think of a more<br />
apt metaphor for the past<br />
eight months than watching a<br />
bad Eagles team play a mediocre<br />
Brown team in the Ohio<br />
rain and mud. Who won? Who<br />
cares? We’re all just ants sitting<br />
on a blue-green marble hurtling<br />
pointlessly through space for the<br />
equivalent of a blink of an eye<br />
until the sweet cold blackness of<br />
oblivion claims us for all eternity.<br />
But I’m pulling for the Eagles.<br />
’Til next week, don’t get<br />
caught in The Undertow.