Classic City Arcade 0515

Orville Systems Analyst Rand Hugoe prepping for Punge Expo 2015... Mack’s deshannified and back in business... Mr Arthur churning ice cream and boiling peanuts... Atticus and Macska in Men’s Lodge escape attempt… Big Kahuna making rare in-town appearance... Mr Dutch making the donuts...

Who Let the Dogs Out?

Through the dense wood, vines and brush beyond the land of Deaf Kennedy, young Mrachnyy trudged persistently. He reached a clearing and stood for a moment taking in the scene.
  Neatly trimmed fescue. Some shade from nearby trees. And at the end of the paddock, a chain-link kennel. Several German Shepherds paced curiously back and forth within the enclosure.
  This was in the days before PETA, and Mrachnyy was not accustomed to seeing domesticated animals ignored in some pent-up cage, so what he proceeded to do was not some radical act, but a move based on the simplistic mirovozzrenie of any 5-year-old weaned on “Mutual of Heritageville’s Wild Safari” and Laddadog:
  He simply let the dogs out of their pen.
  Unfortunately, repercussions involved Courier One marching young Mrachnyy up to Mrs. Ock, the knyaginya of the estate, to atone for his misdeeds.
  One supposes the kid learned his lesson. But who the heck bothers having pets just to let them languish out of sight and remain ignored?

Fridays at The Continental

After a long week of work, Courier One wants to do nothing more than unwind and outspan. Of course he wishes the same for his spouse — no need for her to fuss with preparing another meal.
There’s a place at the Echelon Facility you can take your whole family to for simple dining and elegant entertainment:
The Continental.

Young Malinconico thoroughly enjoys his grilled cheese and glass of milk — not exactly exotic fare, even for a 9-year-old. But it’s what’s not on the menu that will whet curiosities let alone sate appetites.
Rhythmic belly-dancing complements the murmuring presence of dining families scattered about the deep-gold chamber as they nod along with the melodic beledi.
Fathers elbow their young sons teasingly whilst mothers roll their eyes with a wry grin.
Please join us at The Continental.

Descente de l’Anxiété [33-1/3 r.p.m.]

Kradaínoun to Gorgóneio

Chanock Ave. Issue #6547: Meatspace Content Provisions

Role Strain in the Making

Anyone alive during the last fifty years must be familiar with the tendency and trend of college-age youth to rely on mere spectacle and forced drama to Address Issues and to Raise Awareness.
  Subsequent generations, for a time, witnessed these antics in hindsight, logically noting that such feel-good dramatics at the moment served the hungry ego whilst outweighing any possible practical solutions.
  Ergo, one would think that mature minds would eschew look-at-me shenanigans in favour of persuasive methods with a more rational approach — appealing more to the adult than the child, lest they become a living cliché spouting trite slogans without any thought behind them...

Today’s actual dialogue:

Bystander: “It looks like you strongly believe in your cause. What constructive steps are you taking to remedy the issue?”

Protester: ”Well, um... we’re gonna get together and have a meeting... and decide what actions... like... to take...”

What happened?
  Are today’s youthful protesters unwilling to learn from history or are they unable, given the inarguable dumbing-down of education, nay, even parenting itself?
  Judging from the consequence-free attitude seen in discarded signage left littered thoughtlessly about the quad after their public posturing, one must conclude the worst: the means are the ends themselves — Attention-Whoring 101. Spent theatrics can often be quite a sad curtain call. But let us not allow fading youth get in the way of Nostalgioid Opiates.