Anybody remember the character Lou Grant from the Mary Tyler Moore Show? After MTM ran it's course, they gave Ed Asner his own show. Instead of being another comedy, CBS decided they needed a drama and this was what we got. It was a pretty successful show, but then CBS cancelled it for no reason. Rumor has it that the Reagan Administration pulled some strings because... truth had a liberal bias and the Reagan Administration liked truth about as much as vampires like garlic and mirrors. There was this joke:

"Reagan cancelled education grants, science grants, and Lou Grant."

Okies, I'm sorry for the poor quality, but the story should make up for that. This episode of Lou Grant is one of the best ghost stories of the 1980s. So enjoy https://youtu.be/xJw_BOIiQns

Until you've ridden out an earthquake in a wheelchair, you haven't lived.

The End https://readcomiconline.to/Comic/Th.....-193?id=157578

I'm watching the Tom Hanks movie for the first time. Its got me wondering if maybe I'm really alone on a desert island and all of you are volleyballs.

It happened when I was younger. We had been snowed in for a few days and my girlfriend needed cigarettes. She was driving me nuts, so I threw on my winter gear and took off for the grocery store which was a three hour hike from where we were (mountain country). I was planning to be there at dawn when the store opened so I could pick up some other things we needed.

There was a full moon that night, so seeing wasn't a problem. It was bright enough to read by. about an hour into my journey, I thought I heard a woman laughing. I stopped. Looked around, and listened. Nobody. So I kept on trucking.

Another hour later, I hear some more laughter and I catch something from the corner of my eye. I turned to look and saw the Woman.

The Woman was my girlfriend's size. Maybe 5'2". She was in her late teens/early twenties. She was a brunette who wore her hair in a bun and had skin as white as milk. And she was completely naked.

I could do nothing but stand there and look at her. The Woman acted as if she was impervious to the cold, and it was cold! She never said anything, but she laughed a little while she sized me up. Finally the Woman turned around, shook her bare ass at me and then motioned for me to follow her off somewhere.

I didn't move a muscle. You see, my grandfather was a Scotsman who believed in fairies and he had told his grandson all about the dangers of meeting strange women in the woods.

The Woman turned around and saw I wasn't coming. That got her mad and she took up this 'I'm so angry at you" Tinkerbell pose with her hands on her hips. I started to walk away and I could hear her sputtering in anger until she was out of sight.

A couple hours later, I'm in town and I report the woman to the constable. He said his guys would be on the lookout for the Woman (I found out later I wasn't the only person who saw her). Then I went to the store, bought the cigarettes and a few other items, like some oatmeal cookies which my grandfather said would help if you were lost in the woods and maybe pixy-lated.

Got back home before noon. My girlfriend was pissed that I had taken so long. She didn't believe my story either. That summer, I dropped her and got me a new girlfriend who didn't smoke.

Give him a follow https://mobile.twitter.com/Mykel_Snow

My foot/stump is getting better, but now I have some new problems.

In the past three months, I've regained all the weight I lost and gained 40 more pounds in top of that. How that happened is a mystery. It might be the antihistamines they're giving me for my allergies which are getting more worst all the time.

The other day, my brother Robert took me to see Avengers: Endgame. I was having so much trouble getting in and out of the theater seat because all the weight is around my middle. I'm hoping it's water weight, but things are never that simple for me.

I'm also turning gray faster than before. My new nickname is
going to be Whitey or Snowy.

I want to go home so bad. But as you guys know, home burnt down three months ago. I want a hug.

I just video called an old girlfriend of mine. I'm 61 and she's 51 MAX. I haven't seen her for 30 years. We started the video call and here's this woman who looks like my grandmother. I'm turning grey, but that's from nerves.

Jeez. I don't want to be sexist or agist or a bad guy. And I didn't expect a young woman, but damn!

I hope they come out with fembots soon. It's not about sex. It's about a partner who isn't on Death's door.

There is only one god emperor and his name is Donald Trump. What do we say to Donald Trump?

John McCain.

Now what do we do? Make giant butterfly nets?

Some guy is going to be by later to try and sell me an electric wheelchair. I don't need one, but I kind of want, you know?

If another resident here at the rehab tells me about his junk rotting off, I'm grabbing my stuff and going over the wall.

P.S., My junk is doing just fine, thank you.

My brother went back to the condo for another final sweep. He recovered the one computer from off my desk. Hopefully the hard drive is salvageable.


I almost lost it yesterday when a ride to a medical appointment came within spitting distance of the condo. I started crying so hard, the driver wanted to take me back to the rehab. But we kept on going and that was that.

The one wound care nurse I have here at rehab even creeps out Annie Wilkes. She beats out homesickness as my number one reason why I want to get out of here.

At my funeral I want somebody to take the bouquet off my coffin and throw it into the crowd to see who is next.

Yep. Bad mood today.

This is the open world zombie game I've been waiting for.

I've been watching YouTube channels PartiallyRoyal and DemoStorm for videos on how to play this game. I am truly impressed.

I might have to wait until next Christmas to play, but play I will.

I'd like to get something going for just us furries. No outsiders. That way we can reduce the number of griefers coming in (I've been looking at their videos too, and their mistakes are a lot worst than the mistakes their victims make, although not immediately apparent). I wouldn't mind inviting Rabbi-Tom in to show us the tricks he probably learned in Vietnam (the demo is free).

What I'd like to do is build a city in the game, with enough furries to defend the perimeter. That would be so cool.

I think the condo crisis is over. My brother is going to make one last sweep of the place to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything. I wish I could go, but I'm stuck here in rehab.

The stress is getting to me too. My blood sugar is up and my hair is turning snowy white which has happened before. Add to that a wound care nurse that won't follow my doctor's orders.

I'm getting into the idea of moving to Austin. There's just nothing here for me. All of my true friends are long gone. All of my hangouts are history. And a change of scenery will help me deal with the memory of that entitled fatass scaly I used to love.

At least I won't die in a cheap apartment in a crackhouse neighborhood.

I just wish Texas wasn't so out of its mind conservative.

Okay, my brother has finished salvaging stuff from our condo and he's finally gotten his story straight.

Most of my books are okay. Instead of hundreds, I lost hopefully only a couple dozen. My miniatures are okay. One day when I'm ready to sell those, I'll unleash the last regiment of unseen mechs upon the world.

My massage table is fine. But my bolsters were ruined by black mold. My computers weren't thrown out with the trash, so maybe I'll get the hard drives back after all.

I had a huge collection of DVDs. Mostly science fiction and fantasy, including some cult favorites. A beam from upstairs had fallen through the ceiling and speared the boxes they were in. Then water dripped on them for three weeks. Throw in some more black mold and we're done.

Don't talk to me about Hulu.

My brother gave some of my kitchen stuff to his girlfriend as a thank you for helping. Weird one there. I had a heavy cast iron pan meant for making hush puppy like goodies i had ordered by mistake from Amazon she fell in love with. She also wanted an ice cream maker I never got to use because my brother bogarted the freezer space in the refrigerator. No big deal.

My trademark London Fog jacket is at the cleaners. Here's hoping it's fixable.

Now we're working on getting me to Austin to join my other brother and his family. I'm sick and tired of Las Vegas. The last thirty years has been like a loveless marriage. It's time to move on and get in a few years of happiness before I die.

Got bored and attempted to use cheat codes on the rehab's vending machines. My success was not favorably looked well upon.

My brother Robert was finally able to get into our condo and save what was left. After fighting with the HOA for two weeks, somebody pulled the boards off over the doors and windows and let him in.

Most of his belongings are gone. No more comic books or clothing. I lost big too. Maybe half of my collection of vintage paperbacks were ruined by water damage and black mold. Later on tonight, I'm going to ask the nurse for a pill to help me sleep. I'm pretty sure all of my Conan The Barbarian paperbacks from the 1980s are destroyed. Weird Heroes too (it was a bitch getting the who!e set), some of the early RPG tie-in novels, some Lovecraftian themed books. Now all lumps of black mold.

Most of my renfair stuff is gone too. I still have my ebony wood staff though. That thing is nearly indestructible.

My massage table appears to be okay. I doubt I'll ever use it again, but it's a nice reminder of something I accomplished.

My gaming miniatures survived (pewter you know). I can still run a game of CoC and D&D and OGRE.

But the books...

Just found out my two computers are toast. I just lost an incredible amount of furry art, photographs of my cats, Haggis pictures that were never scanned in (I had pictures of Haggis facesitting other Furry Fight Farm female regulars, including the big scaly herself). Fuck this black mold shit.