How could I have been so self-absorbed to forget? This blogging gig has gone on for six years.
“My how you’ve grown. Looking forward to first grade this fall?” Adult comments, most kids hated.
Starting new posts felt a lot like the first day of first grade. “Attention everyone, when I read your name, stand up, tell a little bit about yourself–hobbies, what you did on summer vacation.”
Reflections? Changes? There are a few worth mentioning.
There have been fewer lengthy posts. That’s probably a good thing.
Times and tastes change. I don’t desire to touch complicated political or social issues. There are enough people doing that already. Rational discourse replaced by incoherent screaming altogether too often. The “Boy Who Cried Wolf” fairy tale came to mind.
Screams of delight were an obligatory part of being six years old. Acceptable blog birthday gifts? No gifts, but a cake with one chocolate, and one vanilla layer, with chocolate icing would be nice. Other suggestions: Pony rides. A birthday party with all my blogging friends. Funny clowns, streamers, noisemakers–those afraid of clowns, look away.
Excuses went hand-in-hand with procrastination. Why didn’t you mow the lawn today? Sorry, it was too hot. Maybe, tomorrow or next week?
Nothing would ever get done if I succumbed to excuses. Procrastination was much too easy and I felt guilty afterward. Credit my upbringing for a well-developed sense of guilt.
The dog ate my homework. The check’s in the mail. I couldn’t help speeding, Officer. I had a cramp in my accelerator foot. Did people still use these? And did they still work?
Perhaps the reason so much work got done, on my part this week, had to do with a celestial phenomenon? Planetary alignment had been a favorite excuse–in the past.
Pluto aligned with the rest of the solar system for the first time in nearly a century, according to Avery Thompson in Popular Mechanics.
On July 12th, Pluto crossed plane of the solar system for the second time since its discovery. This won’t occur again for another 161 years. This was a unique opportunity for viewers from earth telescopes.
I didn’t know any of this happened last week. I was much too busy. What if Hell really did freeze over? So much for procrastination.
Cooked your goose
Didn’t have good sense
God gave a goose
Lord love a duck
Duck, duck, goose
Fast talkers–lips moved
Fast as duck’s butts
Be kind to our web-footed friends
That duck could be somebody’s mother
Even if I could be
I think I’d never
Want to be
I’ve never seen
Never seen me
Did wallaby babies
Whether they did
Electronic Parts Advice: Inspired by my ‘Chapter 5 WWII Letter’ Post (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge).
Top overall solution to your theatre problem. Allowing thermoplastic to heat up allowed coiled cords to stay coiled.
Kudos To My Web Host: Excellent blog here. Additionally, your website lots up real fast. Kudos to web host. Inspired by my ’99 Word Flash Fiction’ Post?
Short Term Loans Bad Credit: Expedite process by having paperwork ready before loan application.
There was a news flash I wouldn’t soon forget. ‘I prefer P’ was the mentioned post. ‘P’ for paperwork–I supposed.
Promotional Wristbands: Write more, that’s all I have to say. It seems as though you relied on the video to make your point. You clearly knew what you’re talking about. Why throw away your intelligence on just posting videos when you could be giving us something enlightening to read?
Compliments, followed by advice. Silicon bracelets from the spammer would help the most–of course.
From My ‘Red Wing Blackbird’ post: Perhaps the best one of all?
The greatest thing about God Larry discovered, was that He could help him with his homework.
Spam bots never rested. I’ll end with some spam profundities.
What an information of unambiguity and preserveness of valuable familiarity about unexpected feelings.
I’ll take those oblique references as compliments of the highest magnitude.
It’s Sunday night and I’ve done little blog activity today. That was not how relationships were supposed to work. Relationships needed cultivation–just like gardens. Maybe that’s why my gardens ended up as patches of weeds.
What “they” didn’t want you to know. Why was this still a popular headline? Maybe there were more conspiracy theorists than I realized?
Sonic drive-in restaurant franchises are offering dill pickle slushies. For those tired of the usual sweet-syrupy offerings. I happened to like Kosher dills–the crunchier the better. I’ve heard that drinking dill pickle juice, after perspiring from heavy exercise, replaced lost body salts.
Recurring dreams: Last night, I experienced a varied version of a recurring dream. I was back at college–in Marston Hall. I looked for a seat, most were filled. None of the students were familiar to me. I found a seat, left my books. Went up front to talk to the professor. When I returned, my things were gone. Nobody fessed up to anything. Just like that–in a finger snap, the dream ended.
Recurring dream #2: My car was left parallel parked on a city street. It was a small town with lots of free parking spots. I returned later, from some non-specific activity, and couldn’t find my car. I doubted myself. Where had I parked? Had it been two blocks in the other direction? Cars owned in the past were also featured. My black 4 door Ford sedan, or the blue, two-door sporty, compact sedan, with mag wheels.
A post never finished from this past May. Today was about errand running, started with going for lawn mower gas, right before a driving rainstorm. Took my laptop in for repairs, trip timed perfectly to get involved in gridlock on the I-10, because of a serious bay bridge accident. Some creative detours later, stopped for lunch, and all ended well.
Secret awesome sauce
Bad memory foam
Space probing questions
Lucky in luck
Knot the hole thing
Reverse osmosis day
Hat attacks on windy days
Wear whir you?
Wye, why, Wye?
Her name was McGill, She called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy–The Beatles–