It’s early as I write this and while the hotel is quiet – though certainly not for long – my mind is a whirling torrent of random thoughts, unrealized dreams, useless pop culture trivia and the occasional streak of quickly forgotten brilliance.
But mostly useless pop culture trivia.
I love pop culture. You can learn a lot about a society by examining their obsessions with celebrities. I can only imagine what future generations will say about a culture that gave Kim Kardashian’s progenitor her own talk show solely on the basis of the fact her vagina produced some of the most useless human beings to ever make sex tapes or operate motorized vehicles while intoxicated.
Or what about a society that celebrates the mental deterioration of a young actress whose meltdown plays out in the social media universe?
And let’s not forget the Canadian twerp with the lesbian haircut who appears to be driven to derail his career with one ridiculous stunt after another, including abandoning a poor monkey to the Germans. Does Bieber have any idea how fat that monkey is going to get on a steady diet of strudel and bratwurst?
Let’s talk about something a little closer to home; the elevator strike is finally over, friends! I’ve tried to articulate my feelings about this particular crisis for a while now and wouldn’t you know it? As soon as I finished writing, the strike ended!
Nevertheless, you can read all about my musings on this mess on The NiagaraHub by clicking the link below:
Well, I’ve got to go, friends, duty calls. I have a bus of fiesty tourists waiting to have their “luggages” picked up, and those bags aren’t going to move themselves through the No Man’s Land that the front of the hotel has become since our renovations began lo those many months ago.
Be well and enjoy your Tuesday.