We don't work
We don't have to (blow raspberry)
To RobinTo RobinTo Robin by cskadoz
Thank you for sharing your many gifts these 40-some years. Seems like yesterday the Fonz and I first met you, and let you take over the show. Then those poignant morality tales on Mork and Mindy — how you transformed from clown and hero to chorus and guide. Your amazing physical ability and strength made everything you did; mime, stunt gag, dance, animated reaction; so effortless and smooth. And the roles over these past decades you chose so well, each a stand alone monument. Your range had no limits.
We grew up together these past 40-some, on some strange parallel path. As my life went through changes or deep ponder, there you were to respond. Perhaps the most meaningful to me are Dead Poets’ Society, when friends made me question my writing; What Dreams May Come, during a quest for answers; The Fisher-King, when a 2-dimensional girlfriend empathized until we left the theater; and never tire of Hook — you ‘da P
Doctor Who and Human EvolutionI sat watching the good Doctor when I realized something: We have grown since he began. Back then the world was still very much more territorial than now. Things like Social Media and open sharing were unheard of, even in the USA, recently having experienced McCarthy-ism black-listing and social persecution. Sound familiar? Hey, I didn’t say we grew much. Now that people struggle more, work harder and addicted to gadgets — isn’t D/A the greatest?Doctor Who and Human Evolution by cskadoz
Whovians around the world share here. In the early 60s, national networks didn’t. BBC legally could not allow him into US homes except through PBS. Fortunately enough folk enjoyed other BBC shows and word spread through certain circles. But still most people didn’t understand the kid in the upside-down trash can with suspenders and spray-painted safari hat holding a plunger and toy space gun, Exterminate! That would be an influential cousin. An Aunt and uncle watched, and so I discovered the strange and wonderful
ICE HarvestSomewhere near the border:ICE Harvest by cskadoz
A group of men and women tour the facility of cyclone fencing and signs designating gender and age. Children and teens slumber and lounge, looking hopeful yet uncertain.
HHS Official: They're younger than expected.
ICE Official: Good. We can develop them.
Commerce Official: Develop them? Hey, I like that -- fetch better prices!