Disjointed Continuity...

...that oxymoron pretty-much describes this post...

FUEL PRICES ARE ABSOLUTELY PLUMMETING: (I knew that would get your attention)...actually, they're not, but prices have gone down a bit, although I never thot I'd see the day when $4.09 a gallon represented a lowering of prices at the pump. Maybe, just maybe, though, enough folks have collectively curtailed their driving enough that it's having an effect on gasoline prices. Maybe there's more carpooling going on, or perhaps the ol' SUV isn't being used for commuting or shopping excursions; perhaps more Ford Broncos, Chevy Blazers and their ilk are being kept closeted in the garage, only to be used on the occasional weekend getaway. Still, I'm still seeing a lot of Dodge Rams and Ford Rangers out there, mega-trucks which are almost as heavy as Tanks...so it could be a year or two before gas goes down to, say, what we were paying for it six months ago. Even your everyday average Super-Hero is feeling the gas crunch these days...


Holy Economy! Where's Robin, The Boy Wonder? Well, Batman had no choice but to lay him off...

Finally, a little humor with which to close out this portion of the post...Batman and Robin got run over by a steam roller. After that, what were they known as? "FLATMAN" and "RIBBON". Like I said...a 'little' humor. Very 'little'...
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BROADWAY BRETT?: Turns out Brett Favre didn't have to compete for the quarterback position at Green Bay after all. That scenario was mercifully called off, and Brett is now a New York Jet. Huh? What? (That's what I thot when I heard it, too.) My theory: If the Packers Organization had Wanted Favre, then he would've been the Packers' QB. Brett flirted with retirement at the end of last season, saying he didn't know if he had the energy to play another year. That was just the opening the Packers organization needed. And so for better or worse, the Aaron Rodgers era begins in Green Bay. So why did the Packers not want to keep Brett around? I think that Favre's past interceptions combined with his being somewhat headstrong had something to do with it. Brett was Bigger than the Organization, after all. I think the Green Bay Packers' quarterback position was Brett's to lose. And he lost it with his 'retirement dalliance'. that's my take on it, anyway.

Of course, you may remember that the Jets' first quarterback was "Broadway" Joe Namath. Joe liked to party. All up and down Broadway. He had terrible knees, but a great arm. And now, for a "little" humor, once again...Have you heard about the "New York Jets Cocktail"? Two of them and you forget what your "Namath". (cue rim-shot...or not) As far as Baseball goes, the Team That Everyone's Doing Better Than, The Seattle Mariners, beat a first-place team, the Tampa Bay "Rays" (not the "Devil Rays" anymore) tonite, not that it matters (which is probably why they won), since the M's are hopelessly locked in last place for the rest, lying at the bottom of their division, submerged deeper than Davy Jones' locker. I truly live and die with the M's. In a figurative sense, anyhow.
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A VERY STRANGE BIRD IS THE PELICAN...As I watch Pelicans near the beach, they bring to mind the sinister image of Kamikaze Pilots as they near their targets. These big birds are truly something to behold, and if I was a fish, I'd stay away from the surface, or at least, I'd try to if I thot pelicans were around. But fish aren't really capable of deep thought, which keeps the pelicans happily satisfied...



...his beak holds more than his belly can: Observing a Pelican in flight also reminds me of a biker riding a "chopper" through town with those big long forks holding the front wheel in place and the biker actually reclines a bit when he rides. Pelicans, in flight, actually appear to have their heads cocked back a little bit, and really, a flock of these birds prowling for fish gives off an ominous appearance, like some sort of Avian Death Squadron.

When a pelican spots a fish, it goes into total, wild, abandoned free-fall, as it finds itself careening downward in a sort-of death spiral with absolutely no regard for life and limb (its own or that of Mr. Fish), heading towards its target at a speed approaching Mach I...



...he holds in his beak enough for a week: The pelican gains momentum as it hurtles towards the water as Mr. Fish swims around, perhaps even getting some sunshine near the surface, perhaps jumping above the waves to catch an insect or two, totally aware that Death In The Form Of A Bird is only a split-second away...



...and I don't see How in the Hell he can: SMACK!!! POW!!! BAM!!! Mr. Fish never had a chance. It was an instantaneous, merciless, savage death. I'm sure that those who've lived their entire lives on the Coast might think nothing of this at all, but it never ceases to amaze me. The sheer impact these birds endure, all in the name of food. One would hope that the Pelican's aim isn't off, or he'd acquire a concussion or two trying to spear himself some lunch. In regards to this whole pelican-diving-thing, I perform much the same act in all-you-can-eat restaurants as I dive for food.
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Finally, I'll close this post on a religious note...I recently saw this message posted on the front lawn of a nearby church: "If you're looking for a Sign from God...this could be it." Nice touch; a little bit o'humor alongside the proverbial Fire and Brimstone...although, I'm pretty sure lines like this won't be making the rounds of The Vatican anytime soon.