The following happened in a far more gentle and innocent time, before the death of irony (Thank you very much, ill-informed Alanis Morissette), before the death of truth, before “collusional” (street slang combining collusion and delusional) presidents, before apparent fake media, and before 9/11. Most importantly, before my divorce.
This is not to say that it was a golden age, far from it. There was still poverty, pestilence and mass murderers.
Little is known (Actually, there is a wealth of information, but for my purposes, they are rendered moot.) about postmodern poet, e.e. cummings. All you need to know is: it is with the same arrogance in which cummings will not acknowledge upper case letters that he approached his slightly better than average ping pong skills. It is with this similar blindness he supported Joseph McCarthy and the Republican Party.
Batman teams up with a box of facial tissue, but not before an intense game of CSI: Minesweeper.
Batman sat behind the disturbingly large computer screen, his cowl draped behind his head blending into his cape. This was when he was most at ease, the rare moment of openly being both Batman and Bruce Wayne, watching over his city in the way God may look down on Earth, or a peeping Tom gazing into the biggest window. Even though it was Christmas, he was ever vigilant, for crime never acknowledges religious holidays.
The ceiling fan can be as neutral as Switzerland, or as deadly as a shuriken. Use great caution when installing.
Have you ever woken up earlier than you needed to, only to discover one or more of your appendages are missing? Back where I come from, we call that a Dippity Zoo Zah Zay Day. Just to be clear, I shamefully come from America, once a proud country, now a country held hostage by current president, Drama Mama Donald Trump. #NotMyAmerica.