Hello, my lads and lassies! How are you? We’re finally inching our way up the thermometer. It won’t be long before we’re complaining about the heat and humidity. Life goes in cycles. Psychos? No, cycles.
And speaking of cycles, I’ll get in my weekly nag early about watching out for bikes and bicycles and kids. In many collisions between bike and car, the car driver says, “I didn’t see the motorcycle.” This, in turn, throws more fuel on the motorcycle exhaust noise controversy. A guy pulled up next to me at a stoplight on a full dress hog. He kept gunning the engine. I yelled to him, “Get a Japanese bike, they idle fine.” So he made more noise. Sad. I get very tired very early in the season of boom cars, motorcycles with straight pipes and/or loud stereos, and crotch rockets that curdle earwax as they scream by. Why do these people feel that they have a right to inflict their noisy machinery upon us? There are laws against this, but they are rarely enforced. I guess it just comes with the territory in spring/summer/fall.
I know that today is Tax Day and I hope that none of my Irregulars gets hit too hard. I usually get a refund. This year it was only $52. I remember some years when I pulled in hundreds of dollars. The world is a different place now. I find myself competing against illegals, so-called “psychics,” who set up shop anywhere, even on a street corner, and undercut all of my prices on everything. It’s very hard to compete when the playing field isn’t level. I pay my taxes, but those fly-by-night operators never give a nickel to Uncle Sam. If any of them give me any trouble, I’ll place the dreaded Curse of Zoltar® upon them.
Has anything rocked your world lately? I feel so “blah” these days. Maybe it will disappear with warmer weather.
Señor Zanza and Junior have NOT finished spring cleaning. Whenever I remind either of them about it, they make a half-hearted effort to pick up a few things. Then they hope I’ll forget. Men! I’ll probably end up doing most of it myself.
Below is a short film/video entitled “Gift.” It’s a Hungarian production from https://www.facebook.com/DeadLensPictures. I’m not quite sure what to make of it. I went to the Facebook site. Of course, it’s Hungarian. I used Google Translate to try to get the gist of the video. I still don’t completely understand it.
Anyway, it seems sad and we’ve had enough of that. All of you, Irregular or otherwise, who read my blog make my week. I love my readers.
Hungarian in one short lesson: MadameZoltar@jtirregulars.com
Enjoy the spring, my dears. We paid for it by enduring winter. Get out there and sprain something. It’s the American thing to do.