FenelonSpoke: "And I think I posted this cartoon before, but I'm going to do it again because it makes me laugh:
http://www.reverendfun.com/?date=20140207"
At first I wasn't going to click, thinking, I subscribe to Rev Fun anyway, and sometimes just find the humor only so-so. This was one of the truly funny ones, though. Glad I clicked. Thanks.
This has been going through my head this morning, so I thought I might as well share.
"Right smack dab in the middle of town,
I've found a paradise that's trouble-proof...."
https://youtu.be/puM1k-S86nE
(ad runs first)
Uh-oh. Refreshed the page and there were no new comments. I'm caught up! What will I do now? panic!
Need bacon! And coffee! BRB
"Two drunk SS agents run into a WH barricade..."
just seems like it should continue with something like "and the bartender says..."
"Canadian tourist killed by jumping whale..."
We aren't taking you land-dwellers abuse anymore! Revenge of the Sea!
"Now Holder has blood on his hands."
Since at least OKC, Apr/95.
"The spotlight installation will include 124 spotlights, totaling over 7.5 million lumens the equivalent of 29,100 bulbs, and will be visible from high vantage points all around the city."
But no incandescent bulbs in private homes because global warmeninging.
"Americans are dropping TV by the millions."
Well, yeah, but only the young and hip are doing that... like me & Vic....
Morning, Glories!
Not Pixy Sticks. PICK-UP STICKS. The kind you played with, not the tubes full of colored sugar.
I'm ribbin' ya, Pete. Surely I've mentioned I was condemned to Beloit for my college years. I left when I discovered that "four-year" college kept changing things so I'd be there much longer.
Wasn't a complete waste of time. Got to be a DJ on WBCR-FM (5 watts, with a Northern wind you could pick us up in Rockford). Funny to see the Beloit Daily News mention - when I was for a term news director for WBCR, I'd read it every day.
Oh, yeah… one other small matter. Beloit was where Milady and I met. She was one of several transfer students imposed upon our rapidly-failing college-owned Frat house. One day, we kissed. …♥
Is this the geriatrics ward? Let me get my Geritol and Metamucil and check it out. Shuffle shuffle shuffle cough wheeze.
I brought up the first picture and said, this is the first Barbie. Milady looked at it and said, yes, it sure is. She remembers. My little sister, who is about the same age as Barbie, had Barbie, Ken, the whole cast, the house, the car. Despite our best attempts to shield our daughter from such gender-biasing toys, she also always had a lot of the dolls (many inherited) and all the clothes. And shoes. Oh, the shoes!
It's a contest in my mind which is more painful to step upon barefoot in the middle of the night, a one-dot Lego or a Barbie high heel. Jacks beat both of those, of course. I'm sure I've stepped on all three. Repeatedly.
Don't remember what guns we ran around with as kids. Went through a lot of caps, I remember. Never enough things that went bang.
Didn't have the Kenner projector, but I did have a projector that would show View-Master disks on a wall. Not as cool as seeing them 3D in the viewer, but better for group viewing. We had a huge stack of the disks. Being 4th of 5 kids meant I benefited from some media-accumulation.
The 3-D viewer:
Magnetic drawing, and lift-to-erase drawing pads (the poor man's Etch-a-Sketch) - mostly played with those over at my buddy Tom's house. And I mean played with until those lift-to-erase boards would hardly take an image. Tom was 3rd out of 4 kids, so his house also had a lot of accumulated goodies.
Those paddleball sets pictured were the worst. Thin wood, tiny paddle, cheap rubber band which, if it didn't break, would stretch out. Seems t'me there were slightly better models which worked well and you could really get a steady rhythm and high count going. Maybe that's just my once upon a time imagination. Or maybe my older brothers did custom modifications.
Out at the Farm, as we called it as kids, there were games for when we were not out baking our brains in the Oklahoma summer sun. There were Pixy Sticks, dominoes, other old standards. And Cootie. There was some game you were supposed to play to assemble the bugs, but we usually just stuck parts together any weird way we could. Then the Farm house was abandoned for a quarter century. All those toys rotted away in a drawer in a cabinet. It was a punch in the gut when I tore the rot out and found the old toys in the ruins. That's the house we live in now.
Aside: The house had planters underneath the windows. When I was very young, I was playing with a toy metal car, dropped it into the shrubbery, and never could find it. Over the decades, the planters caused water to be funneled into the house. After we acquired the farm, I tore out those planters. I found the car and immediately remembered losing it, after not having thought about it for decades, That was a strange, deep feeling to make that time-travel connection.
I recall having a punching bag clown when I was really young. Probably didn't last long, as somebody got too rough with it. (Not that my brothers were ever hard on my toys.) Wish they'd kept it in good repair. As a kid, I had a real need to punch something frequently. Come to think of it, I still could use one. Punching bag rodeo clown. :O
Superballs were great. Dangerous. But great.
Thank you for the update, Pete. And the pix; a pleasure to see Tyler's smiling face.
Beloit… Beloit… seems I've heard of that place. Has a college?
Russia, the Caliphate and the Shadow of World War III
Terresa Monroe-Hamilton, Noisy Room
http://bit.ly/1C4HIBZ
...If you dig deep enough behind the radical Islamist groups and behind those moving Europe, you will find Russia. In the end, Russia wants the destruction of Israel and the US. They are in the way and a nuisance to their global agenda. Vladimir Putin has called Andropov an "outstanding political figure." Along with his admiration of Andropov, Putin is reviving the cult of personality for Communist dictator Joseph Stalin, the restoration of the Soviet Union's national anthem as the anthem for the Russian Federation, military invasions of Georgia and Ukraine and the erecting of statues to former Soviet Communist leaders such as Yuri Andropov. He is orchestrating intense nationalism within Russia, using the Russian Orthodox Church as an instrument to do so and to justify his aggression in Europe. Radical Islam is another tool being used to clear the way for Russia across the planet. One that is deadly and effective....
Dang! I thought it was just a gnat fluttering around my screen. lt was a MOSQUITO! First one of the season.
He is dead now, and all his potential descendants.
Oh, gawd! He's still wiggling, crawling along my desk.
Gunge!
I sure hope this isn't a sign we're evolving tougher mosquitoes.
US Sends Heavy Armor and 3,000 Soldiers to the Baltic States to 'Deter Russia'
War News Updates
http://bit.ly/1b1JlG7
"The United States is sending 3,000 soldiers near Russia's doorstep for training exercises with the militaries of Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania, the Associated Press reported Monday...."
Our military policy, as far as I can tell, is under the direction of General Willy Nilly.
Morning, Glories. No Vic News? Dock Vic's pay!
Salute to Vet
Top Right News
http://bit.ly/1FKM7ZW
"For his 92nd birthday dinner on Feb. 21, a World War II veteran's son took him to Outback Steakhouse. When it came time to pay, instead of a bill, the son found a hand-written note that brought 'tears' to his eyes."
h/t: BFH, I Own the World Report
http://bit.ly/1BqmlKM
One last link I thought folks here might appreciate.
An Oklahoma City mother hopes to give her son a birthday to remember with the help of good samaritans on social media.
Colleen Evans posted the request to Facebook on Monday.
“My autistic son Patrick’s big 18th birthday is coming up this month,” wrote Colleen. “I’m hoping that my Facebook friends will send him a postcard or just a small note with their name and address.”
The simple request might seem a little strange, but the proud mom says, “His biggest obsession in life is addresses and cities and states and countries.” Once Patrick hears an address he remembers it for life.
According to Colleen, a note or card would leave him overjoyed. …
*sigh!* Try that again, with the link this time.
Delta Honor Guard – 3:14, BenLynnVideo on YouTube, c/o Miss CJ of Chicks on the Right. Baggage handlers at an airport in Atlanta unloading the caskets of a fallen K9 unit soldier and his dog.
So, in a comment, we get a maximum of three wishes before it goes into moderation. Oh, I mean links. … Rather than embed these three videos, I'm just going to link them here, with attributions not linked.
National Debt for Dummies - 3:09, theronniebuss, on YouTube, c/o Mockarena, Chicks on the Right
God Only Knows - BBC Music - 2:50, BBC on YouTube.
Delta Honor Guard - 3:14, BenLynnVideo on YouTube, c/o Miss CJ of Chicks on the Right. Baggage handlers at an airport in Atlanta unloading the caskets of a fallen K9 unit soldier and his dog.
I am no fan of Tim Burton, but it's hard to argue with success.
His reimagined live-action/CGI Alice in Wonderland generated over a billion dollars for Disney. Maleficent with Angelina Jolie brought in three quarters of a billion. So Disney gazed at its naval and said, how else can we rip off our classics? So, Tim Burton is working on the live action/CGI remake of Dumbo, which "will add a unique family story that parallels Dumbo's journey."
I saw it in theaters in the second re-release, 1959. I wonder if the re-make will have the drunken clowns; maybe they'll update it and do meth. (You know, our generation saw the Pink Elephants on Parade scene, Dumbo gets the DTs, and folks wonder why psychedelics held any attraction!) The clip below came right after Dumbo's drunken hallucination. In 1959, I thought it was a great song. And I still think it's great, and it was the perfect refreshing wake-up after the intense, and somewhat frightening for little kids, deleriums episode. Wonderfully illustrated, voiced by the Hall Johnson Choir (uncredited, IIRC). Gotta wonder how Tim Burton will re-do these guys.
