Celebration

[rejectomorph]

Flags are out at many houses, hanging limp in the hot, still air. In one place, a faint scent of freshly cut grass. Another place, the dank odor of mist drifting from a lawn sprinkler. Other than that, the day smells of dry, sun-baked soil and weedy brown fields. It is quiet, but for the chirping of a few birds and the occasional bark of a dog. Cars pass but rarely, making the evening seem like late night, or like some evening long past, when there were only a few houses scattered among the woods and orchards. It is as though half the town has gone away. In a while, I will hear the soft concussions of rockets exploding miles away, and perhaps the squeals and whistles of small fountains set off by a nearby lawbreaker or two. I think I'll make popcorn. Pop! Pop! Pop!

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[rejectomorph]

And I just discovered that a channel provided by my cable service is showing Masters of the Universe in Spanish tonight! More explosions, and Skeletor sounding like Pancho Villa! What could be better?

[scottobear.livejournal.com]

Ah, si, Senor.

Bad movies dubbed En Espanol is a beautiful thing.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!