Will there ever be an end to acronyms?
I seriously doubt it, as long as social media exists in its various forms.
What in the world was FOMO? FOMO was short for, “Fear Of Missing Out.” Missing out on what?
Missing out on latest trendy things on social media.
I’ve coined a new one. FOTMA, “Fear Of Too Many Acronyms.”
What were influencers? A word birthed by social media, and nurtured by social media followers.
I only know about You Tube, Facebook, and Twitter. That’s adequate for me. I don’t choose to be influenced by those I don’t know.
How-to You Tube videos are a personal favorite. One particular gentleman collects and refurbishes old Greyhound buses. He’s got his own “handle” and theme song. He travels across the country in his vintage 1947 Greyhound to assist others with their antique bus needs.
I admire his dedication and repair skills. That doesn’t mean acquisition of a used Greyhound is in my future. Even though the sound of a resuscitated Detroit Diesel makes my pulse beat faster. I once worked for a trucking company.
There would be no influencers, if people were unwilling to be influenced. As a natural-born skeptic, count me among that group.
Every summer, when prime time TV shows went on hiatus, out came summer replacements. One example, the John Gary Show filled in for the Danny Kaye Show.
The replacement show must not have made much of an impression. I don’t remember much about John Gary–except that he was a singer. It would be safe to say, it was of the variety show genre.
Guest lists would have included the likes of Lola Falana, Sergio Franchi, and Liberace. These old TV shows can easily be accessed on Me TV or on You Tube.
Three entertainers passed away recently–Doris Day, Tim Conway, and Peggy Lipton. I’m more familiar with the work of the first two. Nevertheless, their styles of acting, entertaining, will never be replaced.
What started in March as March Madness, is over. Virginia won it all. Being away for all of March, I missed most of it.
This weekend, the Masters tournament begins. For those inclined to follow–another diversion.
Which leads to the greater question. Who’s minding the store? The worker bees, of course. Work still needs to be done.
My diversion for the weekend, the big-box warehouse store. Easter is approaching. Sure to be even more crowded, with even more than the usual annoyances.
Advice to all–choose your diversions carefully this weekend.
Day after tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I’m ready for it, as usual. Our trip to Australia next month is my gift.
Random references to Tuesday in culture, poetry, and song: Moody Blues, “Tuesday Afternoon,” Rolling Stones, “Ruby Tuesday,” Sixties actress, Tuesday Weld, from the “Beach Blanket Bingo” era. Tuesdays child was “full of grace.” Pity poor children born on Wednesdays that were “full of woe.”
How am I today? Thanks for asking. I’m not bad for a rainy, drippy, Tuesday. For the record, I wasn’t born on a Tuesday. I was born on a Saturday. Need I say, “Saturdays children worked hard for a living?”
I’m in a catch-all bad mood today. There’s no logical reason for it. Because of that, I’m trying to think positive thoughts. “Two negatives don’t a positive make.” Didn’t Newton say that?
When the Beach Boys, Pet Sounds album came out, I was a teenager and completely bummed out. There weren’t any Good Vibrations to be found anywhere. It was such a departure from anything done before. Weren’t the Beach Boys about fast cars, surfing, and California girls?
I almost gave up my Columbia Record Club membership. Those subscribed to Columbia Record Club knew, it was nearly impossible to unsubscribe. They’d send more LP’s–I’d listen, like them, and continue.
There weren’t a lot of surfer dudes shooting the curl in Midwestern lakes and creeks. Side B, the last cut, “Caroline No,” expressed how I felt at that time–and a little of how I feel today. Sending out Good Vibrations on a gloomy, gray day.
Went on my monthly visit to the local warehouse, food and domestic supplies store.
The whole process from arrival to departure took only one hour. Not that I’m complaining–just that it was very unusual.
Traffic lights, for the most part were green, instead of the usual red. The Holiday season isn’t that far off.
That’s when people should be jolly, but, instead will be at their worst. No wonder more-and-more people do their shopping on-line.
Maybe the rest of my weekend will be just as enjoyable?
With, three opened
Not, hard to guess
Where this madness
Happened to be
With made-up names
Filled up tanks
Checked the oil
Give me your wallet
Said, winsome, handsome
Drivers, with doors left open
Gulped from big, sippy cups
Danced cheese doodle, two-steps
Excessive content alarm
Buzzed, to the point
Old sayings, adages, there were bunches of them–and many variations. Some carried the intended meaning, some were head-scratchers. How about some new, old sayings?
Between a rock and a hard place. Misinterpreted as, between a rock and a hot plate. The alternative would be much more painful.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. What about, people in glass houses, should always be discretely and appropriately attired?
Even a blind hog finds the acorn sometimes. The blind animals varied, blind dogs, squirrels–all searched for acorns.
If you grumble, you’ll often stumble. I made that one up for constant complainers.
A rolling stone gathers no moss. As far as I know, no one ever said, “A Rolling Stone gathered no moths.” It would also be true. This was probably inspiration for the famous rock band with Mick Jagger? What about Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone?”
Empty barrels rattled the loudest. This could be modernized to, “Those with nothing to back arguments, talked the loudest.”
If it thundered in December, it would snow in May. This one from my upbringing in the upper Midwest.
He who laughed first, laughed last. On this first day of Spring, Mother Nature had the last laugh.