Bemused Amusements

Well, I had myself quite a week. On Wednesday night I saw a quilt exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts. The quilts were hung on these white walls, complete with spotlights, A-V commentary, and wealthy personages from the suburbs to admire them. Of course, the quilts themselves were created 70 years ago by poor blacks from Alabama who, at best, might have been hired to trim these personages' lawns, but what the heck. On the way out of the building, I noticed that the Museum's posted occupancy license had expired months ago.

The next night was the Manga and Anime presentation at the local library. This seems to be the primary past-time of individuals who, in a previous generation, might have devoted their lives to compiling Esperanto-Klingon dictionaries. The kind of people who could tell you Nichelle Nichols' cup size, then giggle hysterically for 5 minutes after they said it.

At the very least, I now know who owns all of the black t-shirts in Quincy.

After 70 minutes of Managa and Anime, I rushed home to catch the last 90 minutes of WWE SmackDown. JBL hyping his Great American Bash match against the Beast, Batista. Batista is this dude who's more juiced than Anita Bryant. His varicose veins are larger than my muscles.

I don't know -- the world of entertainment rocks, I think I need something new and stimulating. When does Classic Regis come out on DVD?