don't cross over.

duders,
is there a line that can be crossed?
what i mean is-
is there a TOO-cynical limit?
a client warned me about it today.
at first,
i blew it off as do-goodery,
which you know i have no tolerance for whatsoever.
but,
after a little minute,
i started wondering...
how cynical can one man's perspective get?
and at what point is it too far?
just sayin',
ferris bueller told us we can never go to far,
and i tend to agree.
plus,
it's probable that rational pragmatic assessment is,
and will always be,
regarded as cynicism
by the uderestimable rose-colored glassy-eyed optimists.
i dunno, neighbors,
i'm just documenting real life as it unfolds.
that happened.
and now you duders know about it.
what do you think?
***********
it's the weekend.
finally.
and it's flippin' downright cold outside.
that's how new england gets busy, b!tchbags.
wild, drastic, dramatic swings.
mood, temperature,whatever.
as long as it's stormswept and savage,
the wide-ranging gypsy turbulence of change
is what we want, need, and have to have.
that's real.
so,
we're here.
there's lots and lots to do, too.
yard, and home, and garden, and all that.
luckily,
it's s'posed to rain all dang day long tomorrow.
that's right.
last week, it was a blisteringly hot one,
this week it's a waterbabyish wet one.
hard styles are the only ones we rock, y'all.
we've got days off.
that's what counts.
who's coming over?
i hope you are, my ninjas.
it's guns, birdseed, and home improvements,
and you're invited.
that's real, too;
never quiet, never soft.....