Tag Archives: world events

Hey, Punkin!

Yow.  It is that time of year again, where the overkill has returned.

Pumpkin pie.

Pumpkin tea.

Pumpkin bread.

Pumpkin soup.

Pumpkin coffee.

Pumpkin waffles.

Pumpkin creamer.

Pumpkin pancakes.

Pumpkin ice cream.

Pumpkin air fresheners.

Pumpkin flavored candy.

Pumpkin scented candles.

Pumpkin flavored whipped cream.

Pumpkin blow-up yard decorations.

Pumpkins.

©2022, excerpt from “Holidays on the Edge”

Meaningless Tripe

A few words and phrases that have lost any meaning, if they had any logical meaning in the first place:

Climate change

COVID

Global cooling

Global warming

Green

Racist

Reimagine

Social distancing

Sustainable

Unsustainable

Vaccine (and all forms of the word)

Virtue signaling

Woke

“I’m from the government, and I’m here to help you.”

©2022, excerpt from “Supreme Theater”

Ribbon Sindwitchez

Attending a dinner party Friday night last, someone suggested we trade stories of the strangest incident that happened to us the past week as we headed out to the balcony for digestifs.

One-by-one, we played raconteur.  The stories were hilarious, some a bit naughty, a few over-the-top.  Laughter permeated the night air, and soon my turn came to be the anecdotist:

Earlier that week, my planned supper was kielbasa (a type of Polish sausage), sauerkraut, and rye bread.  All I had at home was the sausage, so a walk to the grocery store was in order.

As I was checking out with a loaf of Jewish rye bread and a bag of sauerkraut, the young male checker asked, “ ‘r’  ya makin’ ribbon sindwitchez?”

“Pardon me?”

“ ‘r’  ya makin’ ribbon sindwitchez?”  He smiled largely.

Only understanding the word “makin’,” and not understanding the rest of anything else he was saying, I winged a response.

“Oh, I’m making Polish sausage tonight.  Sort of a tradition on Tuesday nights.”

He smiled.  I smiled back and wished him a good day.

I strode out of the grocery store.

It was only until I got outside that I realized he was asking if I was making Rueben sandwiches.

©2022, excerpt from “Tales from Yodel-O Land”

So It Begins

It has been a long time since any blogging was accomplished by this writer.  There was a time, indeed, under a different blog name, where the posts flew fast, every day, and with a gentle mission of something close to journaling.  Then the posts dwindled down to four a week, then to one, then it was time to press the “delete” button and move on with life as it were.

Now, a couple of years later, this blog has returned.  New name.  New purpose.  Same blogger. Fresh beginning.

The purpose of Colcannon Metropolis is to encourage intelligent thought and discourse about the world, everyday life, as mundane as it might be at times, and to provide entertainment in thought-provoking ways.  There will be posts about daily life, world events, and whatever tickles the writer’s fancy.

Why “Colcannon Metropolis”?  This writer is an observer of people, life, and events and has the background and education to put forth intelligent and firm observations. 

The “colcannon” of the name refers to the famous mashed-potatoes dish of Ireland.  The “metropolis” is in reference to the famous 1927 German dystopian film, Metropolis,directed by Fritz Lang.  Therefore, “Colcannon Metropolis” is a blend of the mashed-up world and dystopia that every person is a part of in the 21st Century, yet underneath there is something delicious.

The frequency of these posts has not yet been determined, and there will be a regular schedule to entice, electrify, entertain, and awaken readers to the realities and logical aspects of life.