(True Detective is the best show on television.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady brought home a pizza for dinner. My boys were ravenous. They devoured the entire pie in less than five minutes. I only ate a couple of slices. But I didn't complain. I'm wonderful that way. I just smiled and snacked on some reheated egg rolls. I washed the food down with several glasses of Coke.
I downloaded the latest episode of True Detective. The protagonists find two children locked away in a storage shed. They immediately murder the meth-heads responsible for the crime. One of the reprobates is actually blown in half by a landmine. You get to see his torso flying through the air as if it were a fleshy canon ball. Pretty cool if you ask me. Now that's first-rate entertainment.
My eldest son James-uh is a huge fan of The Walking Dead. He told me that the extras have to go to zombie school for a period of two years.
I said, "Bullshit."
He said, "It's true. Being a zombie isn't easy. You gotta learn it in college."
The Children of the Rice are a couple of nerds. But I couldn't be happier. I don't have to worry about sports injuries or drug abuse. Nor is teenage pregnancy much of a concern. James-uh is thirteen. He's certainly no chick magnet. I just wish they were better at math. I used to think all Asians were good with numbers. Silly me.
I paid homage to Christ. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. It's not like I'm some enlightened godless humanist. My raison d'etre comes from a higher power.
I went to bed at 1 a.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 7 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. There was an interesting article about comfort women.
The Japanese were some real bastards during their days of empire. In fact, many Korean females were turned into sexual slaves for the entertainment of the imperial army. The ROK is still pissed, demanding more reparations for the surviving victims. Good luck with that.
I turned on Fox News. The Five discussed the Netflix series House of Cards. I watched season one. I'm not a huge fan. I found it to be a tad overwrought. But I'm no Harvard graduate. Poor old Smith is probably far too stupid to appreciate the intricate nature of the show.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Night Fever by The Bee Gees. God bless.