Pynchon

I'm back. Nobody is saying it, so I think I will.

"So, John. Basically, over the weekend you acted like an old woman (and apologies to any sensible old woman who might be reading). You panicked. You worked yourself and your lady love into a tizzy over nothing. The cat wasn't dying, he was just unwell for a couple of days. If anybody had listened to you, and heeded your advice, you would now have a dead cat on your hands and it would have been your fault. You really are just a weak, lillywhite, motherfucker."

Hmm... Yes. That just about covers it.

Moon The Cat was alone in the house all day today. He met us at the door when we arrived home. Fitter than I have seen him for ages. I think he is taking the piss.

I feel a prat, but I am glad to know such concerned people. I mean it.

Anyway, a joke.

There are two men in a bar. The first man turns to the second man and says, "I fucked your Mother".

The second man looks at the first man and then turns away.

The first man says, "I fucked your Mother. She loved it."

The second man looks at the first man, shakes his head sadly and again turns away.

The first man says, "I fucked your Mother. She really loved it. She really wanted it. I took her from the front and then I took her from behind and then..."

The second man turns angrily to the first man and says, "Dad! Go home. You're drunk."

Don't blame me! Lorraine told me that joke. And there I was thinking that she was a prude.

Sometime I need to write up "Lady In The Water", but not now. Now it's time for "Lost".