Punch Gun

The bad thing about optimisim is that it is nowadays false and opportunistic. In the age of “life coaches”, optimisim comes at a price. It is as marketable as a pair of sneakers. People naturally want to feel happy so they seek out optimism, which, in turn, contorts it into a commodity to be sold by TV personalities and on t-shirts.

Fuck you, Oprah. Get a soul.

Wearing hats is a tricky proposition. When a person wears a hat, he or she is saying, “Fuck you! I’ve got self-confidence, and charisma, bitch!” That’s why not everybody can wear a hat. That’s why those rich aristocrats who attend the Escot races wear stupid crazy hats. They don’t care if you think they look silly. Their hats are an extension of their wealth and station in high society. Their appearance and identity are beyond criticism because they’ve got the affluence and the socio-political status to back them up. And a way to display that to the world is to wear a hat.

This poor rabbit came to our backyard to die. The kids were rather enthralled with seeing a dead animal (should I be worried?). I gave it a burial inside my garbage can.

RIP. You will be remembered.