Friday, February 06, 2009

I've got the Blogging Blahs...
I can't think of anything to write about...

So I guess I'll write about THAT. Sometimes I'm absolutely bursting with different subjects to blog about, and other times, I find it hard to even Access this blogsite, 'cos if I do, I know I'll have to post something about something, and, if you've got the impression I'm Grinding This One Out, you are totally accurate. Blah, blah, blaaaaah...
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Well, okay, I could write about Experiences at the Dentist, since I'm doing a lot of that lately. In addition to the Dinner Plate in my head (my upper dentures), I now have a Soap Dish (thankfully, without the soap) adorning my jaw...that's right, I've got lower dentures, too. Before that, a couple of weeks ago, "yank! yank! yank! yank! yank!", that's right, I had 5 teeth pulled. I now have two teeth in my entire mouth, one each at the front corners of the jaw, which serve as anchors for the lower denture. Have you ever seen a Piranha from the front...two teeth stick up out of its jawline? That's how I look until I pop in the lower denture. It's alarming to be eating something, and have the upper denture fall down at the same time the lower denture slips upward, while you're trying to keep your tongue from burning by the hot food you're trying to eat. Talk about Alarm Bells going off in yer head...it felt like I was drowning in a sea of hash browns and country gravy. Thankfully, the dentist re-lined the upper denture...and things are now a little better. They don't slip. As much, that is. Tougher getting used to the lowers, tho. It's still a bit uncomfy to wear them more than a few hours. I think I have Water over my Troubled Bridges. Ack.
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As far as Political stuff, well, look...President Barack Obama, in my humble opinion, is doing his level best to Boot the opposition firmly in the ASS and get 'em to do something, anything, to get this economy going again. Today, Obama gave a speech in which he said the Republicans were expressing disdain over a Stimulus Package because it involves SPENDING. "ISN'T THAT THE IDEA?", Obama asked in a most direct and incredulous manner. Spending Money, after all, is pretty much the basis for ANY economy. Look...No One Person can do Everything Perfectly, but, dammit, I want a President to LEAD, and so far, from all I've seen and read lately, Obama is Leading. Congress sometimes is so damn monolithic and sluggish, and I think we've needed, for a long time, a leader to FORCE stodgy legislators to Do Something Different. Nothing is a 'sure thing'. Obama will make mistakes. My Dad, who I didn't agree with much, used to say, "Do SOMETHING...Even If It's Wrong." Yeah. Congress...DO SOMETHING, okay?
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If I see one more of those "FREE-TRIPLE-SCORE-DOT-COM" commercials ever again, I'm gonna spike my TV set into the ground! Those commercials feature about twenty different people, all saying the same thing. First Person: "What Is Free-Triple-Score-Dot-Com?" Second Person: "What Is Free-Triple-Score-Dot-Com?" Third Person: "Listen, You better tell me what 'Free-Triple-Score' Is or I'll put out a contract hit on you!!!" Fourth Person: "Why do I need All Three Credit Scores?" Fifth Person: "Why Do I need All Three?" Sixth Person: "Why The Living Hell Do I need All Three?" Seventh Person: "Cos One Score By Itself Ain't Enough, you IDIOT!" Eighth Person: "You Need All Three, you slimy piece of evolutionary-rejected pond scum!" Tenth Person: "Why isn't one credit score enough? Seventh Person: "Why Do I Need All Three?" Seventeenth Person: "'Cos without all THREE, your ASS is GRASS!!!" Thirty-Third Person: "Well, you don't have to YELL at me!!!" Ninth Person: "Isn't This The Most Obnoxious Commercial Ever?" Eighteenth Person: "Where Do I get All Three?" Twenty-Fourth Person: "How Much am I getting Paid for this?" Forty-Seventh Person: "Where the LIVING HELL do I get all THREE Damn Credit Reports, you Imbeciles?" Back to Third Person: "Free-Triple-Score-Dot-Com!" Twenty-Seventh Person: "Free-Triple-Score-Dot-Com!!! "Forty-third Person: "FREE TRIPLE-SCORE-DOT-COM, you illiterate birdbrained son of a BeeHive!!!" And it's about at this point in the commercial that I begin screaming at the TV, thusly: "Shut Up!" SHUT UP!!!" "SHUT THE F**K UP, DAMMIT!!!" Followed by me thinking, "Where the Hell is the Remote so I can mash the Mute button?" They've finally done it. They've made a commercial more irritating than "RING AROUND THE COLLAR!" P.S. I've used a little bit of linguistical enhancement in the above writing. No Small Animals were hurt in the printing of this paragraph. There. I feel a lot better now. Let's hear it for venting...
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You Can Call Me The Breeze: For those of you who may not know, Lynyrd Skynyrd's longtime keyboard player, Billy Powell died a few days ago; I guess he'd had heart problems. Powell was amazing to watch, because he could play piano in an almost pneumatic-hammer fashion, and within the context of a Loud Rock Band, he could match 'em all, pound for pound, on acoustic keyboards; his fingers would literally SMASH every single piano key, and notes would fly out of that keyboard faster than a Free Bird could Fly. If you wanna hear a crash course in Rock and Roll Piano, I can think of no better example than Skynyrd's version of "Call Me The Breeze", in which he gets a long solo break after the guitars are done, and he completes the first turnaround exuberantly, and then plays faster and harder on the Second turnaround of his solo, and even tho he's playing fast and hard, every single note rings out clear and true. Truly amazing. Fly on, Free Bird. Evidently Mr. Powell was severely injured in the 1977 plane crash that wiped out lead singer Ronnie Van Zant and guitarist Allen Collins. Fly on, Free Bird, indeed.
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That's it. That's the post. No fancy pictures or graphics this time around. As a matter of fact, this blog needs some kind of Bail-out. Should I put a "Paypal" insignia up so you can donate to the cause? Easy Payments! Don't Delay! This blog is employee-priced! For a Limited Time Only!

6 Comments:

Blogger MarmiteToasty said...

:) seeing as how you couldnt think of what to blob about you sure did mighty fine LOL

with only 2 teeth you could now get a job in a pie factory crimping the crusts LOL :)

Have a happy Saturday...

x

5:47 AM  
Blogger some guy who blogs said...

Oh, ha, ha, ha, Marmie...any more of those kind of comments and I'm gonna hafta come over to Great Britain and GUM ya. I 'spose that if I had floppy ears and fur, I'd look like a Bulldog. Arf. I think Our Creator blew it when he wanted us humans to have teeth. I think we should've had Beaks installed instead. Chirp.

10:51 PM  
Blogger some guy who blogs said...

Crimping Pie crusts? Does that factory provide free dental care?

10:52 PM  
Blogger Word Tosser said...

Ronnie Van Zant is he is Bruce Springteens band? The one that was on Soprano's?

8:39 PM  
Blogger some guy who blogs said...

Hi, Cis. Ronnie Van Zant (without a 'd') was Lead Singer of Lynyrd Skynyrd...he died in 1977 (airplane crash); that's his voice you hear on "Sweet Home Alabama"...

10:40 PM  
Blogger sheela said...

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