Going with time, used to be normal now it races.

The pitch is a demented geezer uses dual narratives to justify his outreach to dementia. The outline goes from imagined sharp accomplisher to a feeble can't remember shit guy. You seek out answers and end up on a site about the guy who says yes to the blankets instead of the no - coat- Kennedy thing.

We can't begin when the westworld masks the angst about water. It will be dealt with without hyperactivity or debbie downer dong droops.

So the click-click of the sprocket used to exemplify time gets moved to the small tv screen in the background just as the sonic swish sounds accompany the galaxy-spanning enterprise. This is to signify when time went from tick-tock to streaming and the feeling time flies but we still remain the pilots.

Still rolling in the glory of sunday's prime rib reunion.