Old age is the only legitimate way to commit suicide. All other ways are for cowards.
I Don’t. . .
. . .talk about how humble I am very often. . .
Go ahead, y’all. talk among yourselves, then.
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Beyond Eclecticism
Methinks my Wonder Woman’s “Welkommen” door plaque clashes with my “Go Away” door mat. . .
*scratches head* I Don’t Get It
My Wonder Woman isn’t particularly fond of a song I sometimes sing. Maybe it’s because it features her cat. . .
To the tune of “Muhammad Ali” (Float Like A Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee)
Catrina, Catrina the cat,
Floats like a butterball
‘Cos she is fat. . .
I don’t get it. What’s the problem?
Then and Now
Nearly 70 years ago/last week. So, ya think I look better without the beard? ?
Fun Stuff for New Parents?
Costume Party Idea
I don’t generally like costume parties. The last one I went to, about 42 years ago, was a Halloween costume party. I went as a nearly penniless grad student. *pa-dump-bump*
But, if I were to go to costume parties nowadays, in this age of SJWs berating folks for racism (and all other kinds of pseudo-“isms”and -“phobias”), methinks I might dress up as my favorite characters from books read as a young lad or from even earlier childhood: Little Black Sambo (eschewing the blackface makeup, just cos I don’t wear makeup well, at all, at all ?), Mowgli (now there’s a sight: Mowgli as some Olde Pharte in his seventh decade. Pass the mind bleach, please. *heh*), Uncle Tom (again, no makeup — it’s not you; it’s me 😉 ), etc.
Why? I dunno. Just to provoke some lame brained (or brain-dirtied) idiot into mockable behaviors. Because.
Now you know why I no longer get invited to parties. Works for me. Too many people give me a rash.
Handy Tip (That You Should Not Follow)
PA way to deal with muggers: “Maybe you can help me find my wallet. It’s in ‘urban cammo’ pattern, and I can’t find it anywhere.”
*pa-dump-bump*
A Really Great, Short and Snarky Post
I forgot what I was going to write.
YW.
The Difference Between “Uffda” and “Feeda”
Uffda and feeda are two words commonly used by folks of Norwegian extraction, and while they have some similarities in meaning, the differences were graphically illustrated for me in the summer of 1978, when I visited my Wonder Woman’s family in Minnesota for the first time. One afternoon, while there, my Wonder Woman’s sibs took us to see “Grease” at a local movie theater. The movie was OK, but the highlight of the day came as we exited the theater and made our way toward the car. A couple of guys were walking in front of us, and one of them pointed at some gum on the ground and said, “Uffda!” The other guy didn’t see it in time, stepped in it, lifted his foot and looked at the gum on his shoe and disgustedly said, “Feeda!”
So there you have it. If one merely _sees_ something unpleasant, the proper expression is “Uffda!” But if one _steps_ in it. . .
YW. 🙂