"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." Groucho Marx
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“We been runnin away from
Somethin we both know
Weve long run out of things to say
And I think I better goSo dont be getting excited
Oh when you hear that slammin door
Cause therell be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the morninAnd weve been hidin from somethin
That should have never gone this far
But after all its what weve done
That makes us what we areAnd you been talkin in silence
But if its silence you adore
Therell be one less set of footsteps
On your floor in the mornin”
One Less Set of Footsteps-Jim Croce
Some of my favorite songs are those that tell a story. I’d like to be able to write as well as old Jim and so many other songwriters. Or maybe what I am saying is that I’d like to be able to write a song. It is something that I have played around with quite a bit, but never really delved into.
Brevity is not my strong suit and it seems to me that songwriting requires that. Afterall how many really long songs are there. I suppose that you can list Freebird, Stairway to Heaven, Bohemian Rhapsody and Layla among those, but I haven’t got the stones to try to place my stuff in the same category as those guys.
Gun ownership for private citizens is always a hot topic. But I am guessing that most people will agree that if you can’t keep your pants up while shooting, you aren’t responsible enough to own a gun.
Here is another sample of how some of you ended up here. Some of the searches kill me because they are just so out there. I am half tempted to spend some time using these search terms to write a post.
Anyway, I left a few comments about the terms. They are on the right.
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interpretations evel knievel (Sounds like someone is writing poetry in honor the departed E.K.)
arabic thomas the tank
grammatical errors and mistakes in harry potter (They need the fixus mistakus spell.)
meaning going commando (A picture illustrates this beautifully.)
how long does love last?
how to teach a child to lose gracefully
throw roses in the rain meaning
human eaten alive by animal
what is the meaning in princess bride? (Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. Prepare to die!)
guinness book of world records most bras unfasten in one minute ( This is why I carry a scissors.)
why women like to suck (Five words. Something tells me that three and four should be removed.)
how to use sex doll (If you need instructions you aren’t old enough to use the doll.)
how much is sperm worth
why do hard-boiled eggs spin
orthodox shave norelco
is it ok to have a beard if you are bald? (Not unless you have a prescription from your doctor.)
I spent part of the evening listening to Clannad and a few Enya songs. You can find a partial list below:
The Theme To Harry’s Game
In A Lifetime
I Will Find You
Only Time
It’s In The Rain
Exile– From L.A. Story– this one always catches me. There is that great quote in the beginning of the video “Why is it that we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when it ends.” That got me through more than one rough moment.
Today marked one week since I had the splint removed from my finger and two weeks since the dislocation. The docs told me to take a full two weeks before I started playing ball or lifting anything heavy again. I made it one full week.
Over the weekend the kids spent some time with their grandparents. My mother took the opportunity inspect my hand and reminded me that she and my father had given me fingers that were straight. I smiled and waved a crooked finger at her. It is not quite clear to me yet whether the crookedness is due to the swelling or if that is going to be a souvenir of the incident.
Some people tell me that I have fat fingers, others have described my hands as being meat hooks. I don’t really know. What I can say is that life has left me with quite a few scars and a host of stories. As long as the finger works I don’t worry too much about whether it is straight or crooked.
Today I chose to test it. I returned to the gym and played ball for the first time in two weeks. I was a bit rusty. I felt a bit tentative about it, so I made sure to bring some tape along. Alone in the locker room I sat and taped my my ring and middle fingers together. Before I went out I made a point to try and flex them and then I lightly punched the locker. No pain meant that I felt confident about playing.
I’ll be cautious and take tomorrow off, but come Friday it will be time to do battle again.
A while back the Shmata Queen asked me if I had ever considered a career as a professional writer. Now mind you, the Queen never asks just one question at a time. She is a one woman interrogation squad who can fire off 1,298,098 questions off of a single breath.
I have learned through trial and tribulation to always carry chocolate with me. As soon as the first barrage hits I toss her the bar and for a couple of moments I am free to speak without interruption.
Anyway, as I told the queen I’d love to make enough money to support a family by blogging, or at least make enough to provide a nice supplemental income. The question has always been how to make this happen. There are various companies out there that are searching for bloggers to work for them. Most of the time they are interested in people who are experts in a particular field.
I am an expert in a number of areas. The problem is that these areas are already being covered by other bloggers or they haven’t any interest in paying for information about my areas of expertise. There is not a whole lot that can be done about that, aside from using “da Godfather” technique of leaving a horse’s head in their bed. Do you know what kind of heat you get from PETA for killing horses. It is unreal. Besides, there is nothing worse than the lecture I get when I come home covered in blood and smelling like a stable.
So what is a blogger to do when he/she can’t find an employer to pay them to blog? The answer just might be to Bleg.
Bleg
A blog where one asks for donations; a cross between blog and beg.
The confession of the evening is that I have considered blegging…many times. Want to know why? Good, I am glad that you asked, although in truth it is probably not that interesting.
As the 17 longtime readers know I am a very curious man who likes to push the limits. Sometimes I am curious to see what would happen if I asked people for money. I wonder how much I could generate. I have all sorts of smartass ideas that I would use of it. Maybe I wouldn’t get any, or maybe I would get quite a bit.
What would happen if I could convince everyone who comes through to donate a quarter a day. I just might earn enough to pay for the good people of cleveland to get out and move somewhere decent.
Who knows.