Saturday, December 14, 2024

Saturday Sleeps

A dirty, unshaven hippie man is painting on a fence. He is painting THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN E with the last word, end, cut off because he ran out of fence.
January 15, 1966
It's because of this why Ted Kaczynski moved to sending explosives through the mail.

People have been predicting and "ushering in" the end of the world for centuries now and all I can say is when is it actually going to happen? I've had my bags packed for years.

Gladys is shouting up the stairs. "Wilberforce, rise and shine!" "Aw, gee!" he whines. "I know it's cold and dark out but you don't want to sleep the day away." Wilberforce, upstairs in bed in his Sleep Sack, says "I'm not sleeping. I'm hibernating!"
It is Saturday. Lemme sleep! My cat sure didn't.