Ughhh

  Foul Mouths and Forked Tongues 

will say otherwise... 

But *I* say these were actually GOOD: 

The cast nailed it 

The script was witty - cohesively setting up the series 

And the special effects were decent  - for a farce 

 

Smiling, Thus Far, Eh?

Smile...

...languish later! 

When's That Comeback Again...?

Yeah, okay - don't wanna beat a dead horse here 

or anything like that - however... 

THE LANGUISHING QUESTION KEEPS HAUNTING 

MANY A SOUL OUT THERE... 

(well, maybe just one or two fans, tops...?) 

REGARDING ALL OF THE FOLLOWING 

- AND MANY, MANY MORE, OUT THERE... 

WHEN WILL THEY MAKE A COMEBACK? 

HUH? 

... the answer, my friends, is blowing in the wind; 

the answer is blowing in the wind! 

*  meaning: never more 

Ghost Hotel

Quickly now: solutionize me this, unriddle me that! What predicament is closer to the ultimate concept of what the sentiment of languishing can be?

Waiting to be drilled at the dentist's...?
Awaiting acceptance letters for 1001 things throughout our dreary lives, be it admission into the (supposed) dream college, getting that precious desired assignment or obtaining the green light for thy manuscript to go forth into the printer's office...?!
Waiting with baited breath for the end of the game to be absolutely sure that you (and your favourite team) will indeed savour victory and not disappointing, crushing, and oh-so-disheartening defeat?
Or - being stuck to haunt an old hotel forevermore!?

No question, in my mind: the haunting gig has to be it!

Of all the (many - oh, so many) reputedly haunted places that have been spoken about in media of all sorts, over the years, this one stands out now: and, of all places to have got it, Milwaukee has it!

The Pfister in Milwaukee is the most haunted place these days - simply due to the fact that so many ballplayers go through there as they come to town to play the miserable Brewers! But that is another story...

One might feel for the poor baseball jocks that, routinely now, get scared shitless every single time...! This is not their kind of hotel, surely - but one cannot always get what one prefers, right Sparky?

Here, on the languishing blog, we will feel for the poor ghosts -whoever they are, whoever they might have been during their living years- that have to stay put there, for whatever reason, and put up with wave after wave of classless jerks such as the Dodgers, the Pirates, the Giants - and any edition of the New York Mets!

And we won't even cover interleague play here...!

For those ghosts we languishly ask ourselves today:
just how long is eternity again?!?



This is the lobby of the Pfister Hotel in Milwaukee. The Pfister is Milwaukee's most regal address, having hosted every U.S. president since William McKinley and scores of celebrities. Today it's the place to stay for upscale business travelers and out-of-town visitors, including many Major League Baseball teams, authors and politicians.
(THE ASSOCIATED PRESS/Morry Gash)




A shot of the hotel at night - looks scary and gothic alright, does it not?
Photo courtesy of the Pfister Blog!

Where Have All The Good Times Gone...?

Now... ALL of these artists 

appear to be languishing about 

where their good days have gone to - 

where in blue blazes have gone 

the best times of their lives?!? 

SERIOUSLY? 

What they're really wondering about 

is how to turn a little profit 

(an LP!) 

while feigning to verse nostalgic 

*striking that sensible chord* 

in most everyone out there... 

$triking it good - that is! 

However, in the remote chance 

that they are sincere in their 

languishing for the past here, 

the answer is clear: 

your 'good times' folks 

they're most likely 

GONE - FOR GOOD!