Buh!

The Moon and Venus celestial bodies were a sight to behold, just before Ogma’s fickle rising. Many may have taken that sight as a portent, that hunky doriness should come about all over our little globe.

Buh!

Then I glanced over the cover sheet of the dang newspaper right after I checked up on Dilbert's progress.

Buh!

I am a loser again.

Downcast, I journeyed back outside. Ogma was rising. Those stars visible through all the pollution were dimming out. Out they dimmed. Yet just before they all dimmed or winked out, those tiny stars, those glimmering nocturnal jewels, sang out, much like a celestial choir. What were the words to that celestial tune?

Ray is loser today. Ray is a loser today.
Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray is a loser today.

Teary eyed, stumbling with sadness and weariness, I made my way back into the CB domicile. There was my bosom companion, Crumby, struggling with the recycling.

Mournfully, I foretold, Crumby, you shall rip that grocery sack if you try to get all that in it.

Rip!