This week’s Bumbastories Sunday Magazine Section begins with a candid (not!) admission from the Editor.
Admission from the Editor
As editor of Bumbastories Sunday Magazine I would like to state that in my long and distinguished career (a good couple of months already) as editor of Bumbastories, and also including all the many newspapers and newscasts I’ve seen and heard over the years, that I have I never seen or heard a news anchor or editor to openly declare, ” Well folks, nothing much happened yesterday. It’s been pretty uneventful”.
This modicum of honesty is ne’er to be found in the entire history of print, video, or electronic news coverage to the best of my (admittedly limited) knowledge!
So in a first-of-its-kind journalistic breakthrough, Bumbastories hereby announces that it’s been a quiet weekend so far here in Los Angeles. Nothing much has happened. But nonetheless and all the same Bumbastories would like to present this week’s
Featured this quiet week are an As I Sat On The Bus just to keep you on your toes.
An update on the Carls’ construction (I told you nothing was new)
A song just recorded earlier by Bumba and Maybank.
As I Sat On The Bus (AISOTB #38?)
As I sat on the bus I was seized this time by a sudden urge to….
Hold on a second, Keep this clean! …….
….to ponder the fate of humankind and the far reaches of the universe, its underpinnings…..
…..Well, maybe a little spice…. a bit of flash….
…I pondered the principle of sex….
……Now you’re talking!…..
……a principle or a practice (practice makes perfect!) that might well be a local Earthly phenomenon, not a universal. But in any case, on earth at least, sex is the evolutionary wrinkle that splits the organism into slightly different reproducing pairs which can then re-unite over generations to produce increased genetic variety, thus accelerating the pace of evolution. ….
……Our pleasure in sex would then be another evolved, hard-wired, transmitted-through-the-generations set of behaviors and organ systems that insures the continuation of the species and accelerates the pace of evolution. A definite icing on the cake.
….Now you’re talking again. Tell me more about the icing….
“Sects, sects, sects!” complained one Franciscan monk to the other, “That’s all you ever talk about!”
Here’s a song of longing and OK, I’ll keep it clean. It’s Sam Cooke’s Bring It On Home To Me, recorded a few weeks ago by a Bumba and Maybank.
Follow-Up to George Packard’s coverage of the Carl’s construction
As indicated earlier, nothing much happening here in L.A. Our roving reporter can report only modest progress made in the Carls’ construction, although the keen observer can now discern the beginnings of the Drive-Thru lane.
Wishing everyone a pleasant week…….