Mimicry (Not Always Flattering)

Throwing rocks with friends.  Your little sister or brother, not to be left out, threw a rock straight up, it landed on their head.  Activities ended predictably, when sister or brother went home crying.

“You were supposed to be watching your sibling.  What kind of example were you setting?  Did you see that big bump on your little brother’s noggin? No more rock throwing.  Up to your room, young man!”

Sub-zero winter temperatures, media outlets showed people throwing pans of boiling water into the air, demonstrating water’s immediate vaporization.

More that a half-dozen imitators were injured attempting the same stunt.  “Don’t try this at home.”  How many times has that been said?

Peppa Pig and friends, a cartoon, popular among toddlers, and the younger set.  The characters speak in British dialect.  Parents have been surprised by their toddlers doing things “straightaway,” wanting to go on “holiday.”

Mimicry could be far worse.  Ersatz Road Runners, “Beep-beeped,” on playgrounds all over the country in the sixties.

“Hey, Hey, Boo Boo.”  Of course that was Yogi Bear, the famed picnic basket scavenger from Jellystone Park.

Bad Donald Duck imitators were among the worst.

Porky, long before Peppa, stuttered.  Don’t stand near imitators, for fear of inevitable spittle baths, from all those “P’s.” in P-P-Porky P-P-Pig.

 

 

 

Much Ado About Trivialities

What did the “b” represent?  Maybe, breakfast?  No, it stood for “burgers.”  What a letdown. IHOb, nee IHOP’s decision, to enter the burger wars was a real head-scratcher.

How will this play out? There’s too much competition already. They kept the “International House of” prefix.

Will they be offering burgers revved up with salsa, pizza sauce, blue cheese, jalapeno, and the like?

At the recent G7 summit, Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s eyebrows, were the topic of conversation in some circles.  Were they real or fake?

Inspired by the Duchess of Sussex, Meghan Markle’s complexion, there were some that aspired to tattooed freckles.

On the home front, my dogs no longer sported their pouty faces, after monthly flea, heartworm, and tick treatments.  Forgive and forget.  That’s one of the reasons why I liked my dogs more than most people.

 

Best States/Worst States

Sensationalist headlines. “Rinsed, lathered, repeated” periodically. Perhaps for benefit of those with short-term memory problems.

The Trump, Macron friendship tree disappeared. Where had it gone? Evil conspiracy implied.  Trees had roots, not legs. Turned out it was quarantined as required, by humans in the agriculture department.

Best states in which to retire? Worst states in which to retire? Best states to visit on vacation? Worst states to visit on vacation?  Not speaking in geographical terms, I would most like to be in the states of happiness and contentment; least desired states, would be sadness and desperation.

Yesterday was annual physical day for the two wonder mutts.  They ran through the entire gamut of emotions, from the elation of going for a car ride, to disappointment, and fear at the Veterinarian’s office.  All turned out for the best.

 

Gambling is illegal in the state of mind, I’m in.  –Melanie Safka, from the ‘Nickel Song,’–

The Melody Of Life

The Wichita alignment
Was practically useless
Blinded by headlights
The entire mushroom army
Couldn’t fix this traffic mess
Time of day, weather delays
Not what you wanted to hear–you say
Not kitten on the keys cute
The psychopathy of the situation
Post-Holiday, Mardi Gras
Valentines day, Winter Olympics blues

Not Earthshattering/But, Could Have Been (If Circumstances Were Right)

From the headlines: Decorating ideas that could make one want to return to college.

A recurring dream.  I’m back at college. Can’t remember my schedule. Working towards a degree–requirements never satisfied.  Decorations wouldn’t do it for me.

Not since the Scopes Monkey Trials, have primates figured in important litigation.  Naruto, a crested macaque, celebritized after taking selfies, with a stolen camera.  A settlement reached over who had rights to the images.  Hope Naruto got a lifetime supply of bananas.

A picture of Billy the Kid, bought for two dollars, was found to be worth a cool five million.  There’s hope for yard sale junkies, collectors everywhere.

We should watch what we do and say, because aliens from other planets could be watching.  I thought only Santa Claus did that.  Could Santa Claus really be an alien?  You didn’t hear it from me.

This morning was like old times for the Retired Old Farts Dog Walker’s Club.  There were almost enough members present for a quorum.  That was, providing the members ever agreed on anything–which was rare.