My blog was taken over by a stranger, a crazy man, who thought that this might be a place for serious social intercourse without lubrication. That individual has been captured and locked away in a basement room in Omelas.
You won’t be hearing from him soon.
The Matulich clan, like most families, has its own series of family in-jokes and schtick. When two or more of us spend time together, it’s the return of vaudeville.
An inanimate object falls to the floor, for whatever reason:
“It was depressed.”
Since every member of the family is under treatment for depression, or should be, this shouldn’t be a recurring gag. But, Hell, we all take our meds or engage in art therapy, it can take care of itself, too. Besides, we’re always there to pick the object back up.
“C’est la vie.”
The ultimate press conference gotcha moment, usually performed by two to amplify the weirdness:
“Senator, how long have you been ripping the nipples off baby ducks?”
“Baby ducks don’t have nipples.”
“YOU GOT THEM ALL?”
Thank you, thank you! We’ll be here all week. Remember to tip your wait staff, and then return them to their original upright position.