Futnuckery. A Helluva Vision. The Film-Flam Man. Conjugates of the Infinite.

Be tolerant with others; be strict on yourself. -Marcus Aurelius.

TCM is marking Warner Bros.'s 100th anniversary with a few(more than a few) Warner Bros films, including one of the first all-sound films.  Stars include John Barrymore, Clark Gable, Edward G Robinson, and William Powell over the current weekend. Warner Bros site with tribute video.

Merriam Webster's word of the day today was "shenanigans" , one I at first chose for my page, but opted-out without a reliable trail of provenance.  Plenty of shenanigans today, already.

pookah , noun (Celtic origin) A spirit animal that represents something in the real world, usually a person. (word used prominently to refer to the character's imaginary friend in the classic film Harvey. )

  d My concern about this scene, Irvin Kirschner, was that it was easy to apply the dialogue to either the protagonist or the antagonist: thus its, well, good for the body politick, who frequently toss the same arguments back and forth for alternating causes of the proverbial red or blue, such as the present, "two-tiered justice system".  Former VP Pence has somewhat threaded this needle, notwithstanding present legal actions, noting the political targeting of a certain prosecution, and not the validity of the prosecution, but the motive for pursuing the prosecution. But in politics, so often, so much of what is done is wholly un-necessary, and seemingly designed to feed a dialogue, seeming sometimes to me like the elected officials intentionally feed their media counterparts, in order to keep the daily trudge of political news going.  In fact, there are times when it seems the various television outlets are focused solely on the two party figureheads, and I have to rely on

I loved thee well; I loved thee true-- forestalled ambitions at the knell, so much else, to ignore, or to do. If as my father, me you saw, you would also love me well, but remind me so much of my flaws. If I had a megaphone, a plastic yellow mouthpiece at my beckon; all from the quaint ingenuity, of a man dictating from the between the walls of his home: of a man of pale fog-colored obscurity speaking thoughts that were none but his own. Or if I were Dave Ramsey, or Alex Jones. If I spoke my truth-- would those words ring your ears; would any of it seem comprehensible to you? What if I were a brown-eyed ewe, who without the wisdom of her years, forsook her own eyes to have hers turn blue? A homosexual who owned a logging company-- once, me: knees-up, him: with his cool hand in my mouth, spoke of things I should do; By experience many worlds in betwixt and between, but nevertheless, his searching, longing spirit calling out,  he had spoken, lost on me, his own truth. Would my truth be b