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“And remember, Muffin, you pee in my ditty bag again and you’ll get what Foxy got.”

Tad’s Mood Today

“You wouldn’t like me when I’m cheerful.”

I’m going out to play some music soon. That’s because I’m just cool that way. (This is joke, people — I’m not cool ANY way. Except that I do my best to be kind.)

Here’s a more nuanced thought than some I’ve had a chance to share. Stuff like the Chik-fil-A issue has resonance on both sides far beyond the issue itself. For people who call themselves “social conservatives”, they seem to feel they are being railroaded into a social vision they don’t agree with, and will fight it however they can.

People like me, on the other hand, feel this is a historical issue that can and will only go one way, that science and world society are on the side of equality, and it’s time to stop shilly-shallying. As with so many other things, most other modern democracies have already dealt with this. It’s ridiculous (to us) that we’re still arguing about whether some human beings get the same rights as others do in the same country.

I myself firmly believe in everyone’s rights to believe whatever the heck they want to. However, when you’re denying rights to a part of the population based on old religious prohibitions and people’s personal discomfort, those who continue to oppose that denial, however genuinely they may believe it’s a freedom of speech issue, they’d better understand that just as you can’t go up to an interracial couple any more and say “People like you shouldn’t be able to get married,” without disgusting everyone around, the same is coming for those who feel the same way about gay couples. Sorry, but you’re on the wrong end of history with the racists and other bigots.

(And just to make my own feelings clear, you’re also a bigot if you automatically equate “Christian” with anything ugly, either. And bigotry sucks.)

After King Zor, this was the coolest Christmas present I ever got. The briefcase itself shot little plastic bullets, and it had all kinds of fly little gimcracks in it. Do you measure how good a present is by how much total fun you have with it, or how high the fun meter goes during the new toy honeymoon? This one spiked the needles pretty good no matter which way — I was espionaging the hell out of that neighborhood for months and months.

Let me tell you, in my day when you were cruising the local scene with this bad boy dangling from your fist, you were straight pimpin’.

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Just saw that Gore Vidal died. I’m a big fan of his historical fiction, and also of his general cussedness. Ave atque vale.

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“But first you must learn to smile as you kill.”

Working Class Hero – John Lennon

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Weird cheesecake of the day: Ginger from Gilligan’s Isle smooching up a pig.

Mary and Bill. So much like all of us.

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I have a quota of at least one stupid pet picture per week. Sorry. The government insists. I blame Obamacare!

They [tiny dog shoes] appear to have sizes. Which suggests tiny little Brannock scales for dogs. Is it any wonder that intelligent life from other planets doesn’t bother to contact us?

Like King Zor (below) this is an example of what we did for fun when I was a kid. If you were a pale Caucasian, that is, because they only made Band-Aid-pink fake fingers.

As I recall, it was part of the spy-era craze in the wake of James Bond and Man from U.N.C.L.E. and such. Many a little brother got shot in the eye. Well, not at MY house, of course…

SIXFINGER TOY BY TOPPER

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Misread on a Forbes Magazine web page:

“Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”

— Mitt Romney

I’m having a private little blues fest. Been listening to Blind Lemon and Charlie Patton and a bunch of other cool stuff like that the last couple of days. Unfortunately, now my woman done left me and the hellhounds are on my trail.

You can tell I’m in the fiction-factory groove, because I only sent off the first draft of HAPPY HOUR yesterday and already I’m trying to figure out what’s going to happen in the next one. Once I get working it’s hard to gear down.

Love this.

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“Be ready for King Zor! He’s ready for YOU!”

He was the best toy I ever had. You can see from the commercial how cool he was.

King Zor commercial ( Ideal 1962)

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Now I can die happy.

WATCH: 12-Second Cat Video Absolutely Worth Your Time

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I always had a deep fondness for Cher. Unlike some men, that never made me want to dress like her (and even if I wasn’t straight, the idea of sleeping with Sonny Bono is pretty disturbing) but I do like her. But the picture is mostly because I thought it was a good continuity from yesterday’s owl. Everything makes sense, you see, in the Tad Plan.

I’m going through old videos and DVDs, including footage my friend Andy Harris and I shot for a television sitcom we wanted to make in 1988. Includes folks like Greg Proops, Michael McShane, Joan Mankin, Marga Gomez, and many other San Francisco comedy notables. Wow. Long time ago.

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Pamela: So Tad, thinking you might find a use for this picture some day ;-)

Tad: This is more than a profile picture, Pamela, this is the horrifying truth of my home life. They keep me drugged so I can’t tell anyone, but really my dogs are…what, Frankie? No, I was just telling my friend how good you are to me. And how you never do anything mean or make me cry. Really!

The charms of making fun of animals never stale.

You’ll know my kids if you bump into them. They’ll be wearing these from now on.

Eye chart for the post-verbal.

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Had to share this, poached from James Dodd. Lois and Perry and the rest of the folks in Silver Age Superman’s life must have felt like they were on a permanent acid trip.

Someday people will collect all the things I write on Facebook into one grand edifice of pithiness. Some will read it and say, “It was a cry for help.” Many more will say, “He sure was weird about his turtle.” Others will only shake their heads sadly, make the sign of the cross, and walk away. And all of them will be at least partly right.

I have made a vow to write at least one thing every day that has no commercial value, not even as self-advertisement.

Okay, that’s the first one done.

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Today’s profile picture, by the way, is in honor of my fish Clark’s new fishbowl. That’s not Clark in the pic, that’s some guy I don’t know. I’m sure he’s very nice, and he may even be named Clark and have a new fishbowl, but he’s not MY Clark.