Laska's Script Flipped

I'm Sticking with Netflix

Outside, it is thawing. I’ve been nowhere except Aldi, Trader Joes, ShopRite and the club house gym for three weeks. My head is buried in the feed, and I am feeding the birds, and a whole bunch of critters that are working around nearly three weeks of snow cover.

As part of my less than secret desire to be part of a film production company, I have been watching the whole catalog of Bond films, Netflix has recently made accessible. I am proud (?) to admit I am up to 1987. Without counting, I think I am close to halfway. Which means I have seen the world saved more than twelve times, and three different Bonds, so far doing the saving.

The feed and my Bond film study, seem to be intersecting. Truth is said to be stranger than fiction, and I agree, but I see the connection, as I examine these films.

If you want to understand Epstein, perhaps you might watch Bond films. There is a lot of them in him, as I am discovering. I come here to the Better Duck Inn for respite from all of this, and here I find myself sucked back in to the plotless B movie that I emerged from yet again, on my own time.

Laska remains upside down on the rocks and has been since early November of 2024. Sooner or later, the story must resume, or not. The same for all of us, more or less, at least from where I sit, looking out the window as the last of the roof snow melts.

The next Bond film? Ask Bezos. He’s got the rights.