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Family Entertainment with Alex Zerbe (Marysville, WA)

Posted by Kudos Community (264) Posted on 02/10/2019 at 07:32AM Community Event Humor Neighborhood Other See more by Kudos Community (264)

When was the last time you laughed as hard as your kids? With captivating amounts of energy, Alex Zerbe will be performing some family entertainment on Sunday, February  24th, 2019 at 2:00 pm! Alex Zerbe is a professional "zanic" who juggles, dances, sings, beatboxes and performs magic tricks. Alex is a two-time Guinness World Record holder - a hacky sack world champion and the Pacific Northwest's funniest prop comic. This is a one-of-a-kind fun and zany performance that won't let you down! All ages are welcome. Doors open at 1:15 pm and the show starts at 2:00 pm with general admission seating. Refreshments will be available for purchase. Kids under 2 years old and sitting on laps are free. Come enjoy some healthy family fun!

Address: 1225 3rd Street, Marysville, WA 98270

Phone: 360-363-8400

The fog was thicker than a stray dog with fleas.
We were leaving a Mission Bay Bar, if you please,
But the fog was so thick you could probably seize
Big hunks of it that clung to our car
Like tufts of cotton candy you see at the fair.
We had to drive with the door open so we could see
The yellow line on the street, below our knees.
This was in the 50's, on our way back to base.
Driving slowly was all we could do,
So it was a very slow pace.
There were no street lights, like there are today
Just the pitch black of night fog, as we went our way.

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Loy • 02/05/2019 at 09:04PM • Like 1

I like this one a lot.

I see you. Do you see me?
Or am I cloaked, with invisibility?
As we sit at the table and await thee,
But with no recognition, you must not see
That we came in here, for a small bite.
So please understand; don't be contrite,
A simple hello or I'll be right there
Is all that I need that you are aware
Of our presence is now understood,
So we can order some items of food.

This seems to be more prevalent in some establishments.

Up in the tangled branches
of the mostly, barren trees,
I heard a squeaky sound,
"Would someone, help me please?"
I was looking and I found,
then I saw some movement,
high amongst all the limbs,
of a small, tiny creature,
I knew that was him.
A small owlet, colored grey.
Body moving, with the breeze,
kept repeating, pleating to me,
"Please, Sir, help me please."
Not being agile or spry,
as I used to be,
I climbed up, ever slowly
onto limbs of this tree.
I finally did reach him;
he said, "Thank you please,
can you unhook my claws,
stuck tight to the tree.
I did and quickly as a bee
he flew now I'm stuck
high up in the tree.
Help, I yelled very loudly,
I'm stuck in this tree.

The slab showed up unannounced, a 4 foot by 4 foot concrete square sitting at the edge of the little park I caretake, a mystery to me. Maybe the county had decided to bring in artwork, who knows, maybe a commemorative sculpture of me, Ranger Daddle. I know, not too likely given the fact the county may not know the park even exists or if they do, who is doing the maintenance. But a mystery, like winning the Lottery, is mostly about firing our greedy imaginations.

A week went by … then two. A month. No bronze Skeeter appeared one morning. No plaque. Nothing. Just that square of concrete poured apparently by hand in the dark of night either by aliens or South End tricksters. I mowed around it and pondered its meaning the way astronauts in 2001: A Space Odyssey pondered the Black Obelisk, knowing only that some intelligence had brought it, who knows whether for good or ill. All I knew was I wouldn’t be moving it, not a half ton of concrete.

After a few weeks I stopped paying attention to my mystery square, stopped guessing what its Maker intended, stopped seeing it at all … until a few days ago when the phone booth showed up, one of those rectangular booths from a time just before the cellphone made public telephones obsolete. Clark Kent would have to change in a McDonalds bathroom hereafter and every citizen, no matter how impoverished, would need to purchase a personal phone and a plan.

And yet … here was the Last Phone Booth on the South End, possibly in America, maybe even the world!! In my park. Under my care. Which, considering I do not own a cellphone, is Totally Apropos, as if the Gods of Wire Transmission or the Ghost of Alexander Graham Bell had anointed me Keeper of the Dial Tone.

Of course it arrived without a working phone, just a payphone with no incoming line off the street. Most gifts, if you think about it, come with strings attached. Mine did, but not the useful ones. Nevertheless, I’m the Ranger, an American Dr. Who with his very own nonfunctioning Tardis. I would find a Way, count on it, because that’s my job. The concrete square was, it turns out, my new purpose, better, I suspect, than winning the Lottery where the end of my days would be filled with South Enders begging for loans.

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So the World Health Organization just declared a new psychopathology, Gaming Disorder, the addictive propensity to sit for hour after hour with an X-box, disdaining sleep and food and exercise. Good diagnosis, guyz! But you forgot to include Facebook, You-Tube, computer addictions, porn and cellphone. Maybe, just maybe, they’re really all one disease. Ya think?

I guess the Facebook zombies actually stop to eat. And it could even be argued that this social media is really social. A new social, I guess, no face to face necessary, just tweets and instagrams, nothing too up-close and personal. Tim Cook, the new warden at Apple, recently declared sitting at a computer terminal to be the new cancer. Thanks, Tim, for asking the troops to stand up. How about asking them to go outdoors and exercise? Or quit their carcinogenic jobs? Or get a life?

We’re rewiring our brains, no doubt about it. B.F. Skinner and the Pavlovian dogs, peck a button and the bait, I mean the reward, comes tumbling out, time after time, predictable as an IV of opiods. Try this experiment if you’re a doubter: put away your cellphone, turn off your computer, unplug the TV and peripherals and devices, see how long you can last before the shakes and the fevers start. I bet about an hour. We might be missing important stuff. You know, Trump, Beyonce, Oprah, the photo from a friend you rarely see, Trump, the latest movie star scandal, did I mention Trump? If I did, let me add Trump again anyway.

This is our reality now. We even made a reality show huckster our Leader. We get what we deserve, the old adage goes in regard to a country and its rulers. Times certainly change and now they’re changing in hyper-drive. If anyone thinks, myself included, that there will be a cure for this disorder, we got another think coming. In about two tweets.


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Recently I ordered one of those cool robot vacuums called a Roomba. It’s pretty amazing. It will quietly clean an entire floor while only mildly terrorizing the cats. And when it’s all done, it returns to its charging station and goes to sleep.

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Rio Hillman Comedy Tour! (Lake Goodwin, WA)

Posted by Kudos Community (264) Posted on 06/01/2018 at 08:40AM Community Event Humor Neighborhood Other See more by Kudos Community (264)

Come laugh with your friends at Rio Hillman's No Name Comedy Tour! The tour will be at the Paddle Pub on Monday, June 4th, 2018 at 8:00pm! Free Cover! Enjoy some tasty dinner and drinks while you watch the show! 21+ event.

Address: The Paddle Pub- 4915 Lakewood Rd, Stanwood, Washington 98292 

Phone: 360-652-4156

Please tell me your tale of woe,
On this bright and sunny day,
Of how you came to lie,
On the shoulder of the highway.
You lie there, as cars zip past,
As quickly, as if to fly,
With dust, a swirl, as they pass.
Did somebody, cast you out,
As not quite fit to wear,
Or if you were about,
To be thrown, into the air?

Paperwork abounds,
Strangling the top of my desk,
Like a great, white,
Ever groping Octopus.
Interruptions, by many;
Excuse me, it's the phone.
Oh, I'm sorry to tell you
But Mary had to go home.
It's your wife that's calling,
Are you leaving town today?
Tomorrow we have to budget.
Oh my God, let's runaway.

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