Wednesday, July 17, 2013

...I Think I'm Done Here...

"I must bid adieu. For now I begin an adventure anew" (art by Andy Wilhite)
I have this thing apparently known as “Exploding head syndrome.”

Figures. Sounds just like something I would have.

Prior to that people tried to dismiss it as popping ears.  Let me tell you, it most certainly is not a pop, but a bang.
Like a cannon. Deep inside your head.
You wake up thinking your brain exploded but of course if it had, you couldn’t possibly wake up to be annoyed about it, right?

After a particularly large bang one night, I was too sleepy and incoherent to fully wake up, but too awake to get any real sleep.

And a number of conversations came together in my head as if it was always one solid message for me:

Put one down so you can pick up the other.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

..."What I Feel is the Joy of Life"...

This movie has popped up for me twice in the last week.

Once when  there was some discussion about movies that make you sob hysterically.

And again, with the whole Paula Deen thing. You know, the part where Lucy wakes up in 1969 after years of being catatonic and thinks it’s still 1926.

Anyway, this is a great, great movie. Still one of my all time favorites to watch on a lazy Sunday and give those tear ducts a good cleaning.


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

...I'm Working on My Muscles...

I had a busy extended holiday weekend.

My mom wasn’t feeling well again so we spent seven hours in the emergency room and ended up leaving with a prescription for Motrin and instructions for her to follow up with her regular doctor.

I can’t believe those people get paid for that.

But mostly everyone was nice and we were lucky to get a room. They had those half cot/half gurney thingies lined up all the way around the hallway. I saw some injuries that I still can’t explain including a guy that I can only assume got himself stuck halfway into something.
He was sliced up pretty bad, but darn evenly on one side of his body from head to toe. The other side was completely unscathed.
Like when you hit reverse on your paper shredder.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

...He Was on the Wrong Show...

Had it been called, The Songwriter he could have gone all the way.

But some names just don't come to mind right away when you're thinking of strong vocalists.

Fun editing anyway... John Lennon blind auditions for the Voice.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

... I Owe You One...

I owe you a “Sunday” post and since most of you probably still have some last minute BBQ prepping to do, let’s keep it simple, shall we?

I was thinking of this old cartoon, specifically the scene with the flag, and had been meaning to post it once I found the title.

I should warn you that this is unedited so the less than politically correct parts are included.

{Yankee Doodle Bugs}

And because it was right there and I’ve loved it for so long…

{Rabbit of Seville} (I still can’t give someone a scalp massage without humming Rossini to myself)

Have a Happy 4th!