(I've never played darts with Ted Turner.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served Korean pancakes for dinner. The meal was comprised of fried batter mixed with vegetables and squid. My kids love that kind of stuff. For me, however, the fare was just a little bit too ethnic. But I didn't complain. I smiled and ate my vittles like a happy young retarded boy. I'm wonderful that way. The glass is always half-full in Smith's neighborhood.
I downloaded a series called The Divide. It centers around an innocent Caucasian who stands accused of slaughtering a black family. The show's filled with a shitload of HBO veteran actors. You'll recognize a lot of familiar faces. I find the premise quite shocking. In the liberal media, the white man is always the villain. So this change is quite refreshing.
I paid homage to the Christ God. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy atheist. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I asked Jesus to give me more patience. Lately, I've been quick to anger. This unwanted fury often eats at me like a cancer. Conversely, forgiveness and serenity are wonderful for the body. They make us both spiritually and physically healthy. Trust me. Emotional baggage is for the birds.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream about playing darts in a bar with Ted Turner. Mr. Turner was the owner of the tavern. He kept hurling insults at me. I called him rude and informed him that I'd never drink in his establishment again. He promptly expressed remorse for his bad behavior. I refused to accept his apology.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The Asian Games are coming to the peninsula in September. The Korean squad is expected to win the gold medal in baseball. Japan has the strongest professional league in Asia. However, their team is made up entirely of amateurs.
I turned on Fox News. Robin Williams committed suicide. I loved Mork and Mindy. I also marveled at his mad stand-up comedy skills. But most of his movies sucked complete ass. He frequently played pompous know-it-alls. Patch Adams was so bad that I damn near cried during the film. No kidding.
Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats. Here's Alex Jones. He believes that Osama Bin Laden is still alive.