Monthly Archives: February 2019

10 punchlines

1. Is the bar tender here ?

2. I got it at J C Penney . It doesn’t fit in the back either .

3. What , was that the wrong answer ? [ alternate : Should I have said DiMaggio ? ]

4. Well , I’ve been a lawyer for fifteen years  too , but you don’t see me doing this all the time do you ? ( physical joke )

5. It’s only twenty-one thirty now .

6. Sorry , Father , I thought you said goat .

7. Well , you heard him . He’s an incorrigible liar .

8. No , you ride the camel into town to find a woman .

9. No , that’s okay . The smartest man in the world took my backpack .

10. I have an American for a neighbor and you have an Indian for a neighbor .

Bonus ( 11 ). If Princess Margaret were here we could’ve saved the Rolls .

2nd bonus ( 12 ). It quacked up.


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hollywood (again)

Last week a twenty-six year old man walked out into the middle of Hollywood and Vine with a pistol . He had just broken up with his girlfriend . Maybe that’s why he snapped . He shot at passing cars . The video played on the evening news . Pop . Pop . One after another . He seemed limber and relaxed , low keyed .

It was the sort of behavior that the LAPD wouldn’t be relaxed about. There would be no magnanimous cops on Hollywood and Vine . Of course the gunslinger would know that . Wanted a death-by-cop . He needed a cop out and he got it soon enough .

A man passing in his car said he thought it was a movie being filmed . He wondered why someone hadn’t blocked off the street .  He changed his mind abruptly when he heard a bullet rip into metal . And he hoped that he wouldn’t be shot .

I stood behind a disturbed man in the 99 Cent store last week , too . I thought that he was talking on his bluetooth . I didn’t think anything of it . I didn’t listen to the non-sensical jabbering . But he was talking to his imaginary companions . He seemed to be getting the better of the argument , too. I couldn’t hear their responses because they were hidden somewhere in the interior spaces of his brain . And then , I guess , he began losing the argument because he started shouting . He was standing near the glass exit door shouting  .

I was working as a security guard in a counseling center on DeLongpre years ago in the middle of Hollywood . Just before our eight o’clock closing time a man walked in . I need counseling ! He looked like he did , too . He wore a beret and an anxious expression .

The young latina clerk asked him : Where did you come from ?

San Rafael , California . I flew down from there this morning .

What airline did you take ?  she innocently asked .

No , he said , and flapped his arms like a bird . I flew .

Fill this out , she said , and shoved intake papers in triplicate over the counter to him . He filled them out . Name . Answer : God .  Who referred you ? Answer : Lenny Bruce . Education . Answer : Cosmic Universe .  On and on . The counselors were coming out of their offices as God filled out the forms . We all wanted to go home .

I’m not blaming all of this on Hollywood . Hollywood’s just a place and just an idea .  It’s an endless  engine cranking out successes and failures .  And most of us sit in the audience , some of us fascinated and some not . Hollywood is  a projection on a huge screen that no one can really grab hold of .

Pretty Peggy Entwhistle came to Hollywood an accomplished actress by the age of twenty-four , about the same age as our pistol man .  She  walked from Beachwood Drive up the hill and climbed to the top of the H of the Hollywoodland sign and jumped to her death in 1932 . She left a note saying I’m sorry .

No one found a note yet left by the man with the pistol . No I’m sorry . Give me Peggy Entwhistle any day . At least she flew off into oblivion on her own wings . Only she knows why , I guess .

Some cop’s got to go through life from now on mulling over pistol man’s selfish suicide and some ex-girlfriend has to wonder if she’s the reason he climbed out into that Hollywood intersection and made  his own particular jump  from  H .

He should have left a note for the cop and the girlfriend and the man with the bullet hole in his car : I’m sorry . He should’ve sought help so someone could have given him an intake form in triplicate .


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tolstoy , joyce , ezra , & others

Here’s an old one .


Tolstoy , at least , I can understand . He didn’t like Shakespeare much , I guess , and that gives him a few points  in my book . Shakespeare I can understand , too , mostly . It’s not his fault that he lived so long ago . That is  , before the world spoke American . Shakespeare’s  not as bad as that guy  G . Chaucer , who wrote great stuff albeit indecipherably . He calls , after all , a daisy a ‘day’s eye’ , for Pete’s sake !

James Joyce ! Now there was a writer’s  writers’  writer !  There’s a guy who knows his letters . And his  words . His words , for sure , made up and designed for intellectual impact ,  I guess . And he’s Irish , too . That gives him a few extra points in my book . But…

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keepin’ it real at the DMV

So [ I start with “so” because it seems that beginning every statement with “so” is  de rigueur these days ] I went over to the DMV ( California Department of Motor Vehicles ) today . I had made an appointment . I had made an appointment some two months ago for the first date available . Today .

Two months is a long time . I got to the desk at the DMV and was asked , ” Did you fill out an application on line ? ” It was so long ago that I couldn’t remember if I had or if I hadn’t . Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t. I told her I think I did but that I wasn’t sure .(I had done something on -line . That’s how I got the appointment. At any rate , please don’t ask me for a password.)

Turns out I hadn’t.

My appointment was at 11:00 am. When I arrived 15 minutes before 11:00 I was surprised , shall we say somewhat dismayed , to see a line curling around the side of the building. Ah, but I had an appointment ! I hoped to heck that these were not the appointment people . I walked right into the building , passing the poor souls in the long line . A security guard inside the building asked me what the hell I was doing there . Well , he didn’t use the word “hell”. When I said I had an appointment he directed me to a line of people . ” Get in line behind the black coat .”

I took my place in line . Some other souls soon lined up behind me . Black coat and about five others were ahead of me . Not bad, I thought. Everyone stood still . The line didn’t move for 15 minutes . A man behind me speculated that they were waiting for 11:00 to begin the process . Everyone in line seemed to have an 11:00 am appointment . We all waited . Patiently.

There were two clerks checking-in  all the arrivals. At first they alternated between those hoards without appointments and us few with appointments .  I reached the clerk about 11:15 . Still not bad. ” Have you filled out an application on line ? ”

She sent me to  another room to do the on -line application with all the others who hadn’t done the on-line stuff yet . It didn’t take long . Multiple-choice questions for the driver’s license . I had to ask a DMV employee what color I should put for my hair color . Always used to be “black”. What now ? Black ? Bald ? White ?  The woman said , ” It’s sure not black any more . You’ve still got some fuzz,” she said .  Fuzz ! “Put white ,” she said . I put white.

” Go back to the red carpet ,  she said . The red carpet was the first line that I had been in, the one for those with appointments.

” Back to the line ,” I said.

“Oh , I don’t think there should be a line ,” she said. Maybe it was a joke , but  it sure seemed like she believed her own prediction . The job at the DMV was affecting her judgement.

There was a line .buick la sabre 1951

I eventually spoke again  to the same woman I had first encountered . ” Okay,” she told me and handed me a paper with a number scrawled on it . ” Wait over there until your number is called .”

20 more minutes passed . While I was waiting an Asian man came  and sat next to me . He had been in an accident and needed to file some papers with the DMV. He wanted my help in filling out the papers . The trouble was that he spoke no English . Maybe a couple of words ; but only a couple. We struggled with the first question : ” What is the value of your vehicle ?” That was a five minute exchange. ( He wrote 4000 .) The second question asked what was the cost of the change to the vehicle . I tried to communicate with the guy but I realized that it was useless . I told him that he could probably get a Chinese interpreter . They had Chinese speakers all over the place. No lie.  I told him that I could not help him . I had assumed that he was Chinese . I told him that he would have to do it in Chinese .

He pointed at me . ” Chinese ? ” he said , as if I had just told him that I  spoke only Chinese . I guess he was not Chinese after all . ” Yes,” he said and left . Funny , I don’t look Chinese . Must have been my facial expression that day .

My number was eventually called , but not before the Chinese woman who had been behind me in the original line sat down next to me . It seems she was recently separated from her husband. He was the one in their relationship , she said , who used to do all of the DMV stuff like renewing her driver’s license ;  but now it was all up to her . She had already had her picture taken and now she was again waiting around for the next little requirement . ” I didn’t know before I came here ,” she said . ” I’ve been here two hours . ”

Me too , but I hadn’t even had my picture taken yet .

The next DMV guy took my documents . We’re told that we need identifying documents to prove that we’re true red-blooded cracker-jack Americans with legitimate social security numbers and local residences so that we can get what they call a “Real ” ID or driver’s license so that after 2020 we can be allowed to fly on airplanes and allowed into government buildings , and stuff like that . Ada says that she won’t do it . She has a passport for flights , she says .  Maybe I shouldn’t have gone for it either . On principal . I’m weak.

Can’t they just put little chips under our skins to track all of us ? No chip and you go to federal detention with all of the other outlaw renegades .  I guess maybe that would generate a black market in stolen chips ? Anyway , they could call it “REAL” identification if they like . Larry Page or Mark Zuckerberg would be in charge of the whole operation , I suppose . The politicians would have to choose what platform for all of us sheep constituents to use and then we’d all be stuck with whatever one they choose. Heaven forbid someone tries to change platforms ! I’ll go with Zuckerberg — he seems caring and sincerely interested in my fate ( Not .)

Any way , there was another  line to get to the camera for the required photo . The camera operator was the woman who had suggested that I answer “white” for hair color . She was nice enough . Another DMV employee came into the camera room to yell at us a little : ” Keep the line moving ! Face the other way , sir ! Make room ! Keep the line moving forward ! ” It wasn’t going to make the line move any faster . There was only one camera. At the camera one had to put a thumb on the fingerprint device and then scrawl a signature on computer glass . I say scrawl because mine comes out a scrawl nowadays . Every one is different and childish , and not even close to my traditional signature. I wouldn’t believe that that is my signature even when I’m writing it . Why would anyone else . Like , in the real world ( I mean , the REAL world ) what’s the point ? My electronic signature is not my real valid identifying signature . Just saying . (Where’ that little under-the -epidermis chip ?)execution-by-cannon-in-shiraz-iran

I was told that I’d  get my new REAL license in the mail . I might have asked how many weeks it might take to get it , but I was discouraged by then .  As it was I waited ( only about 10 minutes !) to get a temporary license from the same guy who had taken and copied my documents . The temporary turned out in the end to be a generic form letter including  no specific information of any kind . I’d like to see a cop’s reaction if I have to show him/her that . ” I have a chip on in my shoulder ,” I might otherwise have said . ” If you have your detector device then we can get about our business, Officer   . See you on Facebook  ! ”



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sail away



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