Well... The Beatle's song would suggest "Close your eyes and I'll kiss you..." but that ain't what this is about.
This is about "And the Oscar goes to....".. but if you're thinking this is about the upcoming Academy Awards, no.. that ain't what this is about....
It's really about Life.... Huh? The Cereal? The Board Game? The Movie?
Victor, you've given us a Host of things... "Close your eyes,"... "And the Oscar goes to,"... and "Life."
YEAH! YOU FINALLY GOT IT!
Close your eyes.. imagine the Academy Awards... of Life! (Except, in this year of 2019, everybody and their brother/sister has a baby skeleton in their closet - so, the real Oscars ain't got no Host... but in this blog, YOU/ME are the Host!)....
OK, I'm kinda understanding.. Do I have to dress up to walk on that ritzy red carpet? No.. .heck, even pajamas are ok.
First, let's talk about the Statues.. I really hadn't analyzed 'em... from afar, they look like some dude with his arms crossed in great consternation...but as ya zoom in closer, it appears to be someone, yes, in great consternation - arms crossed, but holding onto a tall microphone.
So........ in life, we do that. We cross our arms and consternate this, that. Perhaps a statue of "The Thinker" would be more fitting, but, someone, some day, invented, drew, cast the Oscar - so that's what we have.....
So...... consternate your life. Cross your arms. Think.
Walk down that red carpet. Strut baby, we don't get many chances on stage in life, so, strut. You look fine. Up those steps, behind that podium - and stare out at all those in the audience who have touched you in life. Yep, that's a lot. Yes, scattered will be empty chairs - for there are many in our lives who have touched us, helped create "who we are" that ain't no longer here.. RIP, but they'll always be here, in our minds.. Us, the Host.
Categories. The game show Victor? No, not the damn game show. The Oscar categories - of life.
For example, Best Original Song. We each have our tastes in music. Our own criteria. Our own reasoning behind what is our own "Best Original Song."... For me - Victor, nobody asked. Yeah, I know, but I'm writing the blog so you're stuck. For me, the criteria is: my song kinda tells a story about my own life.. my song is fun, upbeat.. and mebbe the biggest criterium (is that a word? should be)..when you pull up to a stop sign, and there's a good chance your neighbor, your preacher, some kid you taught coached, someone you maybe sang in the choir with - IS NEXT TO YOU in traffic - you don't care. You crank that mug up as loud as you can, BECAUSE, because it has won the Oscar (your Oscar, in your life) for Best Original Song.
My own? I thought you'd never ask. It's "You can't always get what you want" by the Rolling Stones (oh life's lessons!) The long version is 7 minutes, 4 seconds. I turn it up to a level threatening to burst my speakers, but I don't care. It puts me in a zone, a happy place, not a care in the world. I absolutely WILL NOT turn the car off until that song finishes. What song wins the Oscar in your life for Best Original Song?
Best Animated. Yum, I love this award. Think about it.... Animated: lively, spirited, energetic, excited, enthusiastic, eager, alive, active, vigorous, vibrant, bouncy, bubbly, sparkling.. When thinking about this, and who would win in your life - does it bring you smiles? Does me. I'd have a REALLY hard time picking just one - and hey, that's ok if it's the same for you. My list? My sister, my mother inlaw, coworker Kendra, and, don't laugh, a couple hounds in my life, Smokey and Nascar. Hey, animation often involves dogs, and when you reread all those traits (to me anyways) dogs certainly fit in the role. Who perks your heart when you think about the Animated award winner in your life?
Best Costume Design. Where'd your eyeballs go? Mine went to a few buddies who, in my lifetime, I've told "If I had your clothes, I'd throw mine away." Classy. Stylish. You hate (love) 'em because they always wear 'what's right.' Your choice(s)?
Best Foreign Language... hmmm... I have relatives who speak French, they're on the list.. A buddy I worked with at an airline (cool dude named Fernando Papi - and he said his name real fast [Fernando Papi] and he was famous for the phrase "It not my yob man, it not my yob.).. My award would have to go to a buddy who actually speaks English. Huh? Yeah, a fun, fantastic buddy who moved here from England 40 years ago and I STILL can't understand him! I won't embarrass him. Your thoughts, in your life for Best Foreign Language?
Best Makeup and Hairstyling? A great field.. Many, many, along the way in life I've admired. You?
There are so many Oscars to award in our lives... for the sake of time, and fear of you falling asleep, we'll switch to "The Biggies."
Best Actor. For many, I assume this would be your husband. For me, and most men I would believe, it's our BFF. Many, many great, truly wonderful friends in our lives - but there has to be a winner in this category and my own personal choice is easy - my buddy Sanford. We don't see each other like we usedta, but when we do, it's just like it was when we were in 5th grade so many years ago. Who is the Best Actor in your own life?
Best Actress.. Again, assumed your wife. Or, very well could be your BFF like above. I have to go with my ex here (the mother of my child).. So many wonderful women in my life (Yes Victor, we've observed.. Bite me, maybe I'll put them on the Supporting Actress list,)..this one (and the best actor) could be a tough choice for many.. Yours?
Best Director... I've had many wonderful bosses. Many wonderful teachers. Many wonderful coaches. Of course, God. And heck, even (or especially) our parents! I've got a list in my own mine but I won't bore you with it. Please take this moment to reflect on who has been the best director in your life?
Best Picture. This one is broad. Could Best Picture be the view from your shoes of the ultra-happiest time/era of your life? Could it be the very favorite place you've been to, and you will never forget that Best Picture in your eyes? Fun to think about. I am so thankful for all my favorite ultra-happy eras, just as I am to all the beautiful places I've been to, seen in my life time. Close your eyes. (I won't kiss you!).. but think on your Best Picture(s) of life.
It has been pointed out "Victor, you're stuck in yesterday"... Frankly my dear.. Hey, speakinowhich, Gone With the Wind won TEN Oscars including Best Picture!
My Best Actress used to tell me (lovingly) "Victor, not everyone gets excited about your ideas like you do.".. Frankly, er, I mean, that's cool.
I like to sit in my easy chair. Close my eyes. Cross my arms like Oscar. Reflect on yesterday, the year before, 30, 40, 50, 60 years ago and remember all the great "movies...songs...animations.. roles.. actors...actresses...scenes..laughs..loves..pictures....Oscars" of my life. You?
Popcorn?... And... drum roll... your Oscars go to?"....
By Henry Oscar Gibson,
Love, Victurd
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Sunday, January 27, 2019
That's fine..........
I was gonna post a title of "You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille (with four hungry children and crop in the field)" BUT, I then Googled to find the actual origin of the song, there are about 27 different stories as to how it came about so.......... the most interesting thing to come of that for me was........... Kenny Rogers was in a hurry the day they wanted to record... wanted to leave.. they finally talked him into recording.. took all of 15 minutes.
This was his first solo song.. he'd just departed The First Edition... musta worked out.. his net worth is listed as $250 million. You picked (and sang) a fine time to leave The First Edition.
Emphasis, the word fine. This is a recording, I'm a word nerd. Fine is a really fine word. (S'more research relates that's a 'circular definition', when you use the term as a part of the definition. I'm fine with that.
"A fine or mulct is money that a court of law or other authority decides has to be paid as a punishment for a crime or other offence." In addition to learn about Lucille's origin, I'd never heard the damn word "mulct" before. Appears to be a fine word.
Loitering: generally $25 to $100
Approaching women on the street. Uh oh Victor, we know where you're going with this. Yeah but, most times one can't think of a good starter conversation, most women are probably out doing other things (not what you're implying here Victor)...lots could work against you (big belly, kinda smelly, pathetic duds, etc) soooooo, instead, you simply turn after they've walked past you to dream about "what could have been", BUT, aha, in New York, when you look at a woman "in that way", it's a $25 fine. Nothing for women looking at men "in that way", not fair, that should be a fine as well. Fine.
We all know George Washington, first Pres, chopped down the cherry tree, admitted it... Threw the silver dollar across the Potomac.. BUT, were you aware he once checked out a book from the New York Society Library, NEVER returned it.. wasn't discovered until 2010, and by then, with late fees, he owed over $300,000? Now that's a fine. Fine, rewrite history boks Victor. OK I might. Fine.
Hand an NFL football to a kid in the first row? Notta. As in notta fine. Well, it's fine, but there ain't no fine. Throw or kick one into the stands, yep, that's $5,787 for the first offense. (Effect/affect, offense/offence, I get confused, that might be offence in the instance.)
My stupid brain. This morning I was at HyVee eating breakfast, which is a no-no as I'm trying to lose weight (go ahead, fine me) and the idea behind this blog - I always read the sport's section front to back, every inch. Toward the back of the sports section, they always list "Transactions".. players traded, cut, signed, yada. .They also list fines. Today, an NBA fine of $25,000 for "aggressively pursuing and directing an obscene gesture towards a game official." To think, $25K for suggesting "We're number one"..
Then, I was perked to lookup other recent NBA fines:
$35,000 for smacking the phone out of a fan's hand.
$15,000 for stepping on some guy's facemask that had fallen off.
$50,000 for inappropriate language towards a ref.
$15,000 for using profane language in a post game interview. (Puts the 25 cent 'swear jar' to shame eh?)
$50,000 for throwing mouthpiece in the direction of a ref.
$10,000 for swearing on Social Media....... holy sh!t, I mean, DANG...
$25,000 for kicking another player in the groin.. (inappropriate language $50K and/or and $50K for a throwing a mouthpiece that couldn't hurt a flea?, holy balls)..
You think mebbe one day after playing careers are over, bank accounts emptied, they'd maybe wish they could go back and do things a different way?
"Money can buy you a fine dog, but only love can make him wag his tail." Kinky Friedman
The idea of this blog was to be the various different usages of the word "Fine", you know, like spoken by a teenager when he/she doesn't get his/her way.. but.. some fines around the world put that on hold:
La Paz, Bolivia - a married woman cannot have more than one glass of wine. (Don't gripe, this evens out the NY "in that way" look we men get fined for.
Noisy footwear not allowed in Capri, Italy.
You will be fined in Ottumwa, Iowa if you are caught winking at a woman. Probably why Radar went to Hollywood to act. (Back to that married lady in Bolivia..I wonder if she's fined only for having a second glass of fine wine, or, if she'd also be fined for having a glass of Winking Owl? Hey, it's only $2.99 at Aldi's)..
In Thailand, it's a $600 fine if you leave the house without wearing underwear.
In Thailand, it's a $600 fine if you drop gum on the pavement. (Uh huh, I know your seedy brain, you're watching them pick it up off the pavement to see if they're wearin' undies ain'tya?)
Were you aware Laurel or Hardy never said "Another fine mess you've gotten me into"? They did make the film "Another Fine Mess", BUT, they never ever used the word fine, - just - "Well, here's another mess you've gotten me into" was the exact quote always used.
How was your day? "Fine" which might be fancy for I don't wanna talk about it, leave me alone, or maybe even, just fine.
How do I look? "Fine." <-- that answer, and the meaning, is all about the inflection with which it's said, the smile (or not) attached, and maybe a lear that speaks to oh baby you really really look fine, I can't wait until we're back home alone. Or, ya could just look fine, passible, sufficient.
FINE. I give up. You win.
Fine. Sometimes means the exact opposite. Sure we've all been on the end of hearing a semi-mean "FINE" when asking if one is ok.
Fine wine. Fine dining. Fine cloths, materials, jewelry. Fine times. It's a fine'a with me.
"Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age." Booth Tarkington
"Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer." John Keats
Return your books to the library. Hand the football to a kid. Don't piss off the refs. One glass of wine, you can still legally drive, wink, wink.
I've always hated that frog hair answer. I've never seen hair on a frog.
Have a fine day.
Love, Victurd
This was his first solo song.. he'd just departed The First Edition... musta worked out.. his net worth is listed as $250 million. You picked (and sang) a fine time to leave The First Edition.
Emphasis, the word fine. This is a recording, I'm a word nerd. Fine is a really fine word. (S'more research relates that's a 'circular definition', when you use the term as a part of the definition. I'm fine with that.
"A fine or mulct is money that a court of law or other authority decides has to be paid as a punishment for a crime or other offence." In addition to learn about Lucille's origin, I'd never heard the damn word "mulct" before. Appears to be a fine word.
Loitering: generally $25 to $100
Approaching women on the street. Uh oh Victor, we know where you're going with this. Yeah but, most times one can't think of a good starter conversation, most women are probably out doing other things (not what you're implying here Victor)...lots could work against you (big belly, kinda smelly, pathetic duds, etc) soooooo, instead, you simply turn after they've walked past you to dream about "what could have been", BUT, aha, in New York, when you look at a woman "in that way", it's a $25 fine. Nothing for women looking at men "in that way", not fair, that should be a fine as well. Fine.
We all know George Washington, first Pres, chopped down the cherry tree, admitted it... Threw the silver dollar across the Potomac.. BUT, were you aware he once checked out a book from the New York Society Library, NEVER returned it.. wasn't discovered until 2010, and by then, with late fees, he owed over $300,000? Now that's a fine. Fine, rewrite history boks Victor. OK I might. Fine.
Hand an NFL football to a kid in the first row? Notta. As in notta fine. Well, it's fine, but there ain't no fine. Throw or kick one into the stands, yep, that's $5,787 for the first offense. (Effect/affect, offense/offence, I get confused, that might be offence in the instance.)
My stupid brain. This morning I was at HyVee eating breakfast, which is a no-no as I'm trying to lose weight (go ahead, fine me) and the idea behind this blog - I always read the sport's section front to back, every inch. Toward the back of the sports section, they always list "Transactions".. players traded, cut, signed, yada. .They also list fines. Today, an NBA fine of $25,000 for "aggressively pursuing and directing an obscene gesture towards a game official." To think, $25K for suggesting "We're number one"..
Then, I was perked to lookup other recent NBA fines:
$35,000 for smacking the phone out of a fan's hand.
$15,000 for stepping on some guy's facemask that had fallen off.
$50,000 for inappropriate language towards a ref.
$15,000 for using profane language in a post game interview. (Puts the 25 cent 'swear jar' to shame eh?)
$50,000 for throwing mouthpiece in the direction of a ref.
$10,000 for swearing on Social Media....... holy sh!t, I mean, DANG...
$25,000 for kicking another player in the groin.. (inappropriate language $50K and/or and $50K for a throwing a mouthpiece that couldn't hurt a flea?, holy balls)..
You think mebbe one day after playing careers are over, bank accounts emptied, they'd maybe wish they could go back and do things a different way?
"Money can buy you a fine dog, but only love can make him wag his tail." Kinky Friedman
The idea of this blog was to be the various different usages of the word "Fine", you know, like spoken by a teenager when he/she doesn't get his/her way.. but.. some fines around the world put that on hold:
La Paz, Bolivia - a married woman cannot have more than one glass of wine. (Don't gripe, this evens out the NY "in that way" look we men get fined for.
Noisy footwear not allowed in Capri, Italy.
You will be fined in Ottumwa, Iowa if you are caught winking at a woman. Probably why Radar went to Hollywood to act. (Back to that married lady in Bolivia..I wonder if she's fined only for having a second glass of fine wine, or, if she'd also be fined for having a glass of Winking Owl? Hey, it's only $2.99 at Aldi's)..
In Thailand, it's a $600 fine if you leave the house without wearing underwear.
In Thailand, it's a $600 fine if you drop gum on the pavement. (Uh huh, I know your seedy brain, you're watching them pick it up off the pavement to see if they're wearin' undies ain'tya?)
Were you aware Laurel or Hardy never said "Another fine mess you've gotten me into"? They did make the film "Another Fine Mess", BUT, they never ever used the word fine, - just - "Well, here's another mess you've gotten me into" was the exact quote always used.
How was your day? "Fine" which might be fancy for I don't wanna talk about it, leave me alone, or maybe even, just fine.
How do I look? "Fine." <-- that answer, and the meaning, is all about the inflection with which it's said, the smile (or not) attached, and maybe a lear that speaks to oh baby you really really look fine, I can't wait until we're back home alone. Or, ya could just look fine, passible, sufficient.
FINE. I give up. You win.
Fine. Sometimes means the exact opposite. Sure we've all been on the end of hearing a semi-mean "FINE" when asking if one is ok.
Fine wine. Fine dining. Fine cloths, materials, jewelry. Fine times. It's a fine'a with me.
"Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age." Booth Tarkington
"Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer." John Keats
Return your books to the library. Hand the football to a kid. Don't piss off the refs. One glass of wine, you can still legally drive, wink, wink.
I've always hated that frog hair answer. I've never seen hair on a frog.
Have a fine day.
Love, Victurd
Saturday, January 26, 2019
Sex positions.......
WARNING: Pictures are graphic in nature. Enter at your own risk.
Now that you're here, do you really think I'd do that? HA!
My buddy Google relates...
"Most denominations of Christianity, including Catholicism, have strict views or rules on what sexual practices are and are not acceptable.Most Christian views on sexual intercourse are influenced by various interpretations of the Bible. Sexual intercourse outside of marriage, for example, is considered a sin in some churches; in such cases, sexual intercourse may be called a sacred covenant, holy, or a holy sacrament between husband and wife.""
"Hindu society, in general, perceives extramarital sex to be immoral and shameful."
Muslim men, both Shi'ia and Sunni are allowed to marry permanently up to four." (That would get a tad expensive around Valentine's Day, or even at Applebees.)
"Unitarian Universalists with an emphasis on strong interpersonal ethics, do not place boundaries on the occurrence of sexual intercourse among consenting adults." (Damned Hippies).
"Shakers believe that sexual intercourse is the root of all sin and that all people should therefore be celibate, including married couples. The original Shaker community that peaked at 6,000 full members in 1840 dwindled to three members by 2009."
Today's blog is ultra short. (No comments from the peanut gallery please.)
WHAT? Not the kind of sex positions you were expecting?
To all intents, constructions and purposes - this blog is written to simply prove one thing: YOU are a pervert! HA! (The blog thingy automatically compiles numbers on readership, and it's simply a guess they'll be a tad higher today.)
Most who read this are very old like me.....
The fine print to those: You/we are too damn old for that position, this position, uh huh, that one too.. and the one over there, nope. Flexibility is a thing of the past. Are you serious? You/we have trouble tying our shoes! You/we simply have trouble getting up from the floor, how on Earth would one do that one! I've heard about how you hop all around the damn bedroom trying to put the other leg in your undies! We can't even do the floss move on the dance floor, howinthehell are we gonna... oh, nevermind.
Remember the last time you played Twister? Uh huh, what I thought. (I was the first one eliminated too.)
I removed full length mirrors from my home forty pounds ago. If you still have one, and insist upon fervently actually exploring this "sex position topic" - my advice to you would be:
Since you INSIST, try to find one'a them hotels where you insert quarters into the gadget above the bed so it vibrates. That's about as exotic as you or I should get without Doctor consent..
Good vibrations to you all,
By Brian Wilson and Henry Gibson,
Love, Victurd
Now that you're here, do you really think I'd do that? HA!
My buddy Google relates...
"Most denominations of Christianity, including Catholicism, have strict views or rules on what sexual practices are and are not acceptable.Most Christian views on sexual intercourse are influenced by various interpretations of the Bible. Sexual intercourse outside of marriage, for example, is considered a sin in some churches; in such cases, sexual intercourse may be called a sacred covenant, holy, or a holy sacrament between husband and wife.""
"Hindu society, in general, perceives extramarital sex to be immoral and shameful."
Muslim men, both Shi'ia and Sunni are allowed to marry permanently up to four." (That would get a tad expensive around Valentine's Day, or even at Applebees.)
"Unitarian Universalists with an emphasis on strong interpersonal ethics, do not place boundaries on the occurrence of sexual intercourse among consenting adults." (Damned Hippies).
"Shakers believe that sexual intercourse is the root of all sin and that all people should therefore be celibate, including married couples. The original Shaker community that peaked at 6,000 full members in 1840 dwindled to three members by 2009."
Today's blog is ultra short. (No comments from the peanut gallery please.)
WHAT? Not the kind of sex positions you were expecting?
To all intents, constructions and purposes - this blog is written to simply prove one thing: YOU are a pervert! HA! (The blog thingy automatically compiles numbers on readership, and it's simply a guess they'll be a tad higher today.)
Most who read this are very old like me.....
The fine print to those: You/we are too damn old for that position, this position, uh huh, that one too.. and the one over there, nope. Flexibility is a thing of the past. Are you serious? You/we have trouble tying our shoes! You/we simply have trouble getting up from the floor, how on Earth would one do that one! I've heard about how you hop all around the damn bedroom trying to put the other leg in your undies! We can't even do the floss move on the dance floor, howinthehell are we gonna... oh, nevermind.
Remember the last time you played Twister? Uh huh, what I thought. (I was the first one eliminated too.)
I removed full length mirrors from my home forty pounds ago. If you still have one, and insist upon fervently actually exploring this "sex position topic" - my advice to you would be:
Since you INSIST, try to find one'a them hotels where you insert quarters into the gadget above the bed so it vibrates. That's about as exotic as you or I should get without Doctor consent..
Good vibrations to you all,
By Brian Wilson and Henry Gibson,
Love, Victurd
Friday, January 25, 2019
A night off......
With 12,374 (or thereabouts) TV channels on Hulu to flip thru - I'm easily regimented to just three: ABC (local stuff), CNN, FOX NEWS (Relax please, strictly alphabetical.)
The "relax please" brings to mind last night.
We all need a break. The Wall. Shutdown. Anderson. Hannity. Donald. Nancy. Mitch. Chuck. Flippity guck, gobbledy goo, please give me a break, yuck yuck yuck.
"OK. Howabout a PARTY! Wanna go?"
"Yes, yes, YES!"
"Pick you up fitteen minutes before! Dress warm... Baby it's cold outside, wear your gloves and a hat, I am."
"You excited?"
"YES!"
"Me TOO!.. we've needed this getaway!.. There'll be music, dancing, socializing.. food, drinks."
"Is it a long drive to our party?"
"Nah, it's actually just a few blocks away."
"SWEET!"
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now......
"It's so cold, there's snow, ice on the ground.. you guys jump out here at the door, I'll park the car and be right in."
"K, meet you inside."
Paid our cover charge - the place was'a hoppin'. Bright lights, music blaring, conversations near toppa the lungs so they could be heard over the music. Everyone who was anyone was there.
"Say, do you need one of those walker things for assistance?"
"Nah, I think I'm ok, but he might."
"OK, done deal.. here ya go, hang on, be careful."
Nearly 30 minutes in, there was no mention of Mueller, left, right, unpaid TSA, ATC, yada.
"This is great! And all of our friends are here! Did you see Simone's outfit? She looks awesome!"
"Yep... Austin looks pretty slick too!"
Oh, but there were still rules. "Everyone keep'a moving, and please, no 'wallflowers' tonight, let's not hang around the wall! We're here to have fun! Get out and shout!" Yeah but, DANGIT - we'd gone so long and someone finally had to mention 'The Wall,', eh, OK - party on.
Hits from the 60's, 70's, 80's blared away - the social interaction was incredible - sure, clicks here and there, but that's kinda life ain't it?
"Let's take a break.. howabout a frozen fufu drink?"
"YES! My fingers and toes were frozen solid when we got here - buy since we took our coats off, and started'a bee-boppin', I've worked up a thirst and I could use a drink!"
There were a few falls, but 911 was never dialed up and I don't really think it had nuttin' to do with the fufu drinks.
The disco lights flickered on and off in cahoots with the background music - friends talking with friends, occasional hugs, and sure, even a tad bit of flirting.
So refreshing - fun was on our mind - ne'er even a baby blip about Ocasio-Cortez, Cruz, Military plane trips and State of the Unions speeches that ain't gonna be. A much needed break, excitement ruled the evening in our eyes, our movement, and due to forgetting all about politics, the weather, and really grumpy people.
We'd plotted our fun (I DID NOT SAY COLLUDED!) and followed through. With purpose, we'd not recorded Baier, Wolf, Tucker or Jake - 'twas a night off needed, for heaven's sake.
As happens daily (according to George Carlin's weather forecast), "Light, turning to dark." Yawns snuck in intermittently.. By now there were more seated in chairs than there were out boot-scooting.
"Hey, you guys think we should maybe go home?"
"Yeah, not a bad idea - I'm getting kinda tired.
"HEY WAIT! THE LIMBO! (Then we'll go)..."
Every limbo boy and girl
All around the limbo world
Gonna do the limbo rock
All around the limbo clock
Jack be limbo, Jack be quick
Jack go unda limbo stick
All around the limbo clock
Hey, let's do the limbo rock
Thank you Northland Rolladium. Thank you Ridgeview Elementary, kindergarten through fifth-grade kiddos. Thank you grandkids. A night at the skating rink, just what the doctor ordered. Love, Victurd
The "relax please" brings to mind last night.
We all need a break. The Wall. Shutdown. Anderson. Hannity. Donald. Nancy. Mitch. Chuck. Flippity guck, gobbledy goo, please give me a break, yuck yuck yuck.
"OK. Howabout a PARTY! Wanna go?"
"Yes, yes, YES!"
"Pick you up fitteen minutes before! Dress warm... Baby it's cold outside, wear your gloves and a hat, I am."
"You excited?"
"YES!"
"Me TOO!.. we've needed this getaway!.. There'll be music, dancing, socializing.. food, drinks."
"Is it a long drive to our party?"
"Nah, it's actually just a few blocks away."
"SWEET!"
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now......
"It's so cold, there's snow, ice on the ground.. you guys jump out here at the door, I'll park the car and be right in."
"K, meet you inside."
Paid our cover charge - the place was'a hoppin'. Bright lights, music blaring, conversations near toppa the lungs so they could be heard over the music. Everyone who was anyone was there.
"Say, do you need one of those walker things for assistance?"
"Nah, I think I'm ok, but he might."
"OK, done deal.. here ya go, hang on, be careful."
Nearly 30 minutes in, there was no mention of Mueller, left, right, unpaid TSA, ATC, yada.
"This is great! And all of our friends are here! Did you see Simone's outfit? She looks awesome!"
"Yep... Austin looks pretty slick too!"
Oh, but there were still rules. "Everyone keep'a moving, and please, no 'wallflowers' tonight, let's not hang around the wall! We're here to have fun! Get out and shout!" Yeah but, DANGIT - we'd gone so long and someone finally had to mention 'The Wall,', eh, OK - party on.
Hits from the 60's, 70's, 80's blared away - the social interaction was incredible - sure, clicks here and there, but that's kinda life ain't it?
"Let's take a break.. howabout a frozen fufu drink?"
"YES! My fingers and toes were frozen solid when we got here - buy since we took our coats off, and started'a bee-boppin', I've worked up a thirst and I could use a drink!"
There were a few falls, but 911 was never dialed up and I don't really think it had nuttin' to do with the fufu drinks.
The disco lights flickered on and off in cahoots with the background music - friends talking with friends, occasional hugs, and sure, even a tad bit of flirting.
So refreshing - fun was on our mind - ne'er even a baby blip about Ocasio-Cortez, Cruz, Military plane trips and State of the Unions speeches that ain't gonna be. A much needed break, excitement ruled the evening in our eyes, our movement, and due to forgetting all about politics, the weather, and really grumpy people.
We'd plotted our fun (I DID NOT SAY COLLUDED!) and followed through. With purpose, we'd not recorded Baier, Wolf, Tucker or Jake - 'twas a night off needed, for heaven's sake.
As happens daily (according to George Carlin's weather forecast), "Light, turning to dark." Yawns snuck in intermittently.. By now there were more seated in chairs than there were out boot-scooting.
"Hey, you guys think we should maybe go home?"
"Yeah, not a bad idea - I'm getting kinda tired.
"HEY WAIT! THE LIMBO! (Then we'll go)..."
Every limbo boy and girl
All around the limbo world
Gonna do the limbo rock
All around the limbo clock
Jack be limbo, Jack be quick
Jack go unda limbo stick
All around the limbo clock
Hey, let's do the limbo rock
Thank you Northland Rolladium. Thank you Ridgeview Elementary, kindergarten through fifth-grade kiddos. Thank you grandkids. A night at the skating rink, just what the doctor ordered. Love, Victurd
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Hi.....
Again, the struggle with topics....
Finding myself tired, lacking energy occasionally, I thought about writing about that... what could be done to change all that.. but, #1, I'm old (that, me thinks, lends itself to one being tired) and #2, I shouldn't attempt to step where I don't know whatintheheck I'm talking about...
Very quickly on that, of course, consult with your doctor. There could be many reasons (in addition to simply being an old fart like me)... and he/she could help there...
While we're on energy, most of the suggestions I found Googling are, of course, things we probably already know:
Get enough sleep
Take your vitamins
Do strength training (I hadn't thought about that correlation, but they say "resistance training is one of the best ways for people over 60 to boost their energy levels.")
Drink more water
Partake in healthy foods.
Take a 5 minute walk ("if you are tired and the craving monster is beginning to make noise, you might consider taking a 5 minute walk. It really is amazing how invigorating a short walk can be.")
LAST BUT NOT LEAST OF THE 6 THINGS THEY LISTED:
"Spend time with Lilies not Leeches." Oh baby oh baby does that make sense. Not respected? Feel like you have to hide a piece of yourself? Energy drained?.. It's a thought I didn't think of - but - I feel maybe easy for us all to see/feel/experience knowing exactly why it's advised to congregate with Lilies, and not the other kind.
BLOG IDEA #2. Baggage. Did a tab bit of research.. ending up deciding "Victor, these are really two negative ideas to blog on, move on." Agreed, but before I do - one of the best articles I found related:
There are two kinds of baggage. EXCESS (the kind we are well aware of... the baggage you see but choose not to acknowledge or unload can become a problem.) And HIDDEN baggage, ie, tolerating a job with countless hours, low pay, no appreciation (back to that term 'leeches' eh?), or maybe a self centered friend who will talk your ear off because "you've always been quiet anyways," again - leech comes to mind.
Their suggested cure? Make a list of the critical ways your baggage has impacted you. Write down things like: “I was neglected as a child, so I have relationships where I am neglected”; “My parents escaped from pain by overindulging in food/alcohol/ drugs, and I do the same”; or “I have always feared failing, so I don’t put my best foot forward with my family, friends or job.” THEN,
Put this list in your purse, billfold, backpack, briefcase, yada.. carry it wherever you go. THEN, in 30 days, it's time for a symbolic gesture to let it go. Take the list out. Reread it. Then, say "I'm letting this baggage go." Tear it up, throw it in the trash, or throw it in the fireplace to burn.
I liked all that. Seems just becoming cognizant really helps.
THIRD IDEA.. Death touches us all and it's occurred all too frequently of late. Life is short. Make a call. Send a text. Write an email. Touch. Love. Don't be a stranger. (I write to us all, me of course included.) A buddy today shared info of one of our classmates passing.. His words perhaps summed it up best:
"Let's all take more time for each other. Love begets love."
God Bless,
Love, Victor
Finding myself tired, lacking energy occasionally, I thought about writing about that... what could be done to change all that.. but, #1, I'm old (that, me thinks, lends itself to one being tired) and #2, I shouldn't attempt to step where I don't know whatintheheck I'm talking about...
Very quickly on that, of course, consult with your doctor. There could be many reasons (in addition to simply being an old fart like me)... and he/she could help there...
While we're on energy, most of the suggestions I found Googling are, of course, things we probably already know:
Get enough sleep
Take your vitamins
Do strength training (I hadn't thought about that correlation, but they say "resistance training is one of the best ways for people over 60 to boost their energy levels.")
Drink more water
Partake in healthy foods.
Take a 5 minute walk ("if you are tired and the craving monster is beginning to make noise, you might consider taking a 5 minute walk. It really is amazing how invigorating a short walk can be.")
LAST BUT NOT LEAST OF THE 6 THINGS THEY LISTED:
"Spend time with Lilies not Leeches." Oh baby oh baby does that make sense. Not respected? Feel like you have to hide a piece of yourself? Energy drained?.. It's a thought I didn't think of - but - I feel maybe easy for us all to see/feel/experience knowing exactly why it's advised to congregate with Lilies, and not the other kind.
BLOG IDEA #2. Baggage. Did a tab bit of research.. ending up deciding "Victor, these are really two negative ideas to blog on, move on." Agreed, but before I do - one of the best articles I found related:
There are two kinds of baggage. EXCESS (the kind we are well aware of... the baggage you see but choose not to acknowledge or unload can become a problem.) And HIDDEN baggage, ie, tolerating a job with countless hours, low pay, no appreciation (back to that term 'leeches' eh?), or maybe a self centered friend who will talk your ear off because "you've always been quiet anyways," again - leech comes to mind.
Their suggested cure? Make a list of the critical ways your baggage has impacted you. Write down things like: “I was neglected as a child, so I have relationships where I am neglected”; “My parents escaped from pain by overindulging in food/alcohol/ drugs, and I do the same”; or “I have always feared failing, so I don’t put my best foot forward with my family, friends or job.” THEN,
Put this list in your purse, billfold, backpack, briefcase, yada.. carry it wherever you go. THEN, in 30 days, it's time for a symbolic gesture to let it go. Take the list out. Reread it. Then, say "I'm letting this baggage go." Tear it up, throw it in the trash, or throw it in the fireplace to burn.
I liked all that. Seems just becoming cognizant really helps.
THIRD IDEA.. Death touches us all and it's occurred all too frequently of late. Life is short. Make a call. Send a text. Write an email. Touch. Love. Don't be a stranger. (I write to us all, me of course included.) A buddy today shared info of one of our classmates passing.. His words perhaps summed it up best:
"Let's all take more time for each other. Love begets love."
God Bless,
Love, Victor
Monday, January 21, 2019
What, me worry?
But I do. Victor, this is a recording, you can't begin a sentence with 'but'.
Butt off.
I worry about keeping you here, uh huh I do. I've thought about a way to make this blog financially plausible, but then I looked at my combined checking/savings/miniature 401K accounts - and I don't really think I could pay each of you more than 3 cents a day to come back day after day. And if I did, I couldn't do so for more than 7 years, 3 months, 12 days.
When I Googled one of those "How long will I live?" sites, and HONESTLY answered questions about smoking, drinking, eating/exercise habits, family health history, yada.. it said I was gonna keel at age 72 (6 years or so, I'm 66) - so, presto, a tad bit leftover for cremation. You're welcome son.
A typical day in your not-so-average (or should I use 'normal'?} person who blogs:
Bed-time varies from 8pm to 10:30pm, but occasionally it's a tad earlier, and rarely, a tad later.
Tonight, I laid me down to sleep (nap) at 6:45pm. I purposely left the TV on, 'cause I'd formally labeled it a nap, and it was hoped I would awaken before midnight (ie, NOT sleep for 7-8 hours, only to awaken twiddling my thumbs at 1:30am, assuredly awakening others in this crappy old 2 story house that's split into three apartments with paper thin walls.)
I remember, as I slept, having dreams about different people - and laughing, being semi-coherent and yelling out to my mate about so-and-so, interacting...giggling...awakening at 10:13pm, only to run into the living room to see who it was I was talking to because I ain't gotta mate. (Again, you clicked the link, I no twisty your arm, and I haven't setup the 3 cents a day thing yet. I'm quite aware I'm weird, but then again, aren't we all?)
Then I thought of topics. That's a lie, because I watched Jimmy Kimmel's two-year Donald Trump Presidential anniversary show... so, my first blog idea was to compile a bigass list of fun, interesting tidbits from Donald Trump's Tweets... I Googled "Donald Trump's Twitter Archive", were you aware there are over 30,000 of them? Wow, figured I couldn't do that blog because, remember, I'm keeling in 6 years. Besides, almost half voted for him, don't wanna run folks off.
Next idea was to Google "How to be Happy." That would be kinda Joel Osteen-like though and while I actually am/was curious what the 'experts' say about how to be happy, to parlay that here would be preaching - and you know the routine, I'm here, writing to me/for me, hitchhikers welcome. (I love words like hitchhikers and teammate where you add the same consonant but it looks funny. Close your ears, one time I flirtatiously text challenged a gal to play 'scrable', relating "I will kick your ass." Funny ha ha, the yoke was on me.)
So, I Googled how to be happy, found:
Don’t start with profundities.
Strengthen the regions of your brain responsible for remembering positive things.
(I hope this doesn't offend you, but I stopped right here because it reminded me of 6 pot smoking yuppies in a room solving the universe, and I was looking more for things like "Get a dog", "Take a spin in the country", "Buy a pretty flower arrangement," yada.)
So, with my grumpy take, the next idea was "What should you say to a grumpy person?",... some results:
Who ate your bowl of sunshine this morning, thundercloud?
Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal..
Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find your brain back there..
I feel so sorry for you (and by the way, you look awful.)
Then, no, no.. that wouldn't make a good blog, and you'd be saying "I'm only getting 3 cents? For reading THIS?"
HOWINTHEHELL DO YOU WRITE A BLOG?
I did find one guy that helped. He chanted "BICHOK" when he tried thinking about what to write about. HUH? Yeah, BICHOK. Butt In Chair Hands On Keyboard. I likes that, I really likes that. So that's what I did, and that's where I'm at, now.
It's 1:39am. I figured I've slept about three and a half hours, I needs maybe 4 more hours. So, maybe I selfishly end here so I can go back to my dreams and talk to my 'mate'? OK, OK, OK, I won't go. Instead, maybe I'll Google some things to say to a selfish person. Here ya go:
Thanks for listening to my problems and making it all about you.
Please tell me less about yourself.
Get over yourself, not everyone wants to be you.
You must be exhausted from talking about yourself all day.
Why yes... yes I am. Selfishly, I'm going back to bed.
Lucky for you, only 5 years, 8 months, 21 days until I keel. Damn I hope Mahomes brings us one before then. Damn I hope I get a dog between now and then. Take a few spins in the country. Buy a new houseplant. BICHOK a bit more. Get laid. VICTOR! Sorry, going to bed now.
By Henry Gibson
Love, Victurd
Butt off.
I worry about keeping you here, uh huh I do. I've thought about a way to make this blog financially plausible, but then I looked at my combined checking/savings/miniature 401K accounts - and I don't really think I could pay each of you more than 3 cents a day to come back day after day. And if I did, I couldn't do so for more than 7 years, 3 months, 12 days.
When I Googled one of those "How long will I live?" sites, and HONESTLY answered questions about smoking, drinking, eating/exercise habits, family health history, yada.. it said I was gonna keel at age 72 (6 years or so, I'm 66) - so, presto, a tad bit leftover for cremation. You're welcome son.
A typical day in your not-so-average (or should I use 'normal'?} person who blogs:
Bed-time varies from 8pm to 10:30pm, but occasionally it's a tad earlier, and rarely, a tad later.
Tonight, I laid me down to sleep (nap) at 6:45pm. I purposely left the TV on, 'cause I'd formally labeled it a nap, and it was hoped I would awaken before midnight (ie, NOT sleep for 7-8 hours, only to awaken twiddling my thumbs at 1:30am, assuredly awakening others in this crappy old 2 story house that's split into three apartments with paper thin walls.)
I remember, as I slept, having dreams about different people - and laughing, being semi-coherent and yelling out to my mate about so-and-so, interacting...giggling...awakening at 10:13pm, only to run into the living room to see who it was I was talking to because I ain't gotta mate. (Again, you clicked the link, I no twisty your arm, and I haven't setup the 3 cents a day thing yet. I'm quite aware I'm weird, but then again, aren't we all?)
Then I thought of topics. That's a lie, because I watched Jimmy Kimmel's two-year Donald Trump Presidential anniversary show... so, my first blog idea was to compile a bigass list of fun, interesting tidbits from Donald Trump's Tweets... I Googled "Donald Trump's Twitter Archive", were you aware there are over 30,000 of them? Wow, figured I couldn't do that blog because, remember, I'm keeling in 6 years. Besides, almost half voted for him, don't wanna run folks off.
Next idea was to Google "How to be Happy." That would be kinda Joel Osteen-like though and while I actually am/was curious what the 'experts' say about how to be happy, to parlay that here would be preaching - and you know the routine, I'm here, writing to me/for me, hitchhikers welcome. (I love words like hitchhikers and teammate where you add the same consonant but it looks funny. Close your ears, one time I flirtatiously text challenged a gal to play 'scrable', relating "I will kick your ass." Funny ha ha, the yoke was on me.)
So, I Googled how to be happy, found:
Don’t start with profundities.
Strengthen the regions of your brain responsible for remembering positive things.
(I hope this doesn't offend you, but I stopped right here because it reminded me of 6 pot smoking yuppies in a room solving the universe, and I was looking more for things like "Get a dog", "Take a spin in the country", "Buy a pretty flower arrangement," yada.)
So, with my grumpy take, the next idea was "What should you say to a grumpy person?",... some results:
Who ate your bowl of sunshine this morning, thundercloud?
Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal..
Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find your brain back there..
I feel so sorry for you (and by the way, you look awful.)
Then, no, no.. that wouldn't make a good blog, and you'd be saying "I'm only getting 3 cents? For reading THIS?"
HOWINTHEHELL DO YOU WRITE A BLOG?
I did find one guy that helped. He chanted "BICHOK" when he tried thinking about what to write about. HUH? Yeah, BICHOK. Butt In Chair Hands On Keyboard. I likes that, I really likes that. So that's what I did, and that's where I'm at, now.
It's 1:39am. I figured I've slept about three and a half hours, I needs maybe 4 more hours. So, maybe I selfishly end here so I can go back to my dreams and talk to my 'mate'? OK, OK, OK, I won't go. Instead, maybe I'll Google some things to say to a selfish person. Here ya go:
Thanks for listening to my problems and making it all about you.
Please tell me less about yourself.
Get over yourself, not everyone wants to be you.
You must be exhausted from talking about yourself all day.
Why yes... yes I am. Selfishly, I'm going back to bed.
Lucky for you, only 5 years, 8 months, 21 days until I keel. Damn I hope Mahomes brings us one before then. Damn I hope I get a dog between now and then. Take a few spins in the country. Buy a new houseplant. BICHOK a bit more. Get laid. VICTOR! Sorry, going to bed now.
By Henry Gibson
Love, Victurd
I've grown accustomed to your pace......
Knocking at the Door:
A boy hears a knocking at the door, he opens it, he looks left, he looks right, he looks up and down, and sees a snail. He throws the snail into the yard about fifty feet. Thirty years later the man hears a knocking at the door, he goes to the door, looks up, looks right, looks down, and then sees a snail at the door step. The snail says "What the heck was that for?"
That, pretty much, is life as a Kansas City Chief's fan.. It'd certainly been awhile since we knocked at the door - but hey, at least it was nice to be up on the stoop. It very well could be worse - we could live in a city without a franchise... Or,
We could be the Bengals, Bills, Browns, Cardinals, Jaguars, Lions, Panthers, Texans, Titans or Vikings... those franchises have NEVER won a Super Bowl.. The Browns, Jaguars, Lions and Texans have never reached a Super Bowl.
I did a little Google research - until I got dizzy - but never could find any hardfast stats on "What % of NFL players never win a Super Bowl?" The average playing career is under 4 years.. Only one team (of 32) wins the Super Bowl annually (3.125%)... everything I read suggested 90% of players (or more) never win a Super Bowl.
Victor, alla the above and a dollar plus tax will get me a cup of coffee at McDonalds - but it doesn't make me feel better. Besides, we are among the most elite in the league as far as 'sacks', but, hells bells we didn't even get one, so I can't even get a 'buy one get one' Big Mac Sack Attack' to go with my coffee. Heck, I wasn't even born yet in 1970.
"If Bob Sutton weren't our coordinator... if the damn refs... roughing the passer? Really?... if Dee Ford lines up correctly... it was too cold, dark, windy... Reid shoulda called... coin toss was rigged...it shoulda landed 'tails' insteada 'heads', we always win the coin toss... Saints got screwed too, I ain't never watching anudder NFL game....and so is your old man.."
Or maybe, New England was the better team last night. I really think, we, collectively, knew our fate when New England won the coin toss for overtime as by then they'd already scored 31 points, and two other times had made it to the one yard line.. Al Bundy played three more years of high school football than I, so who am I to say - but - from what I saw, I remember just once, one of our pass rushers getting within a foot of Tom Brady. Their offensive line was stellar. Ours, not so much. Yes, Brady threw two interceptions, but he made the plays when he had to. We hold Edelman and Gronkhoweveryouspellit with disdain, but they too were pretty damn good - especially when they had to be.
Look at the bright side. Of the 30 million-plus tuning in, surely we've gained a fan or two (Hint, the 2014 KC Royals certainly did.). We most certainly will globally as well, (true story) as over 150 boxes of T-shirts that are screen printed "Kansas City Chiefs, 2019 AFC Champions" are being sent to foreign countries, intended to be handed out to homeless folks there. Besides, Tavia and Clark Hunt have three children that will certainly lead us into tomorrow.
I like our future. Exactly one-half of starting NFL quarterbacks are age 30 and over. Some really good ones, are certainly toward the end of their careers: Rothhoweveryouspellit/36, Rivers/36, Manning/37, Brees/39, Brady/41. Heck, even Luck, Newton and Wilson are 29.
Our guy just turned 23, and he's special. No, he wasn't 'especially special' last night, but he got us to where we were one score, one coin flip, one offsides from being where over 90% of NFL players have ever been. And, rumors afloat he's gonna sign (or at least be offered) a 'George Brett why don't you stay here your entire career'-like contract.
At age 66, I just hope that damn man doesn't throw this snail very far this time.
Hail to the Chiefs,
By Henry Keepmatriculatingtheballdownfieldboys Stram Gibson,
Love, Victurd
PS: I wasn't homeless, but I've got a "Kansas City Royals, 1980 World Champions" T-Shirt.
A boy hears a knocking at the door, he opens it, he looks left, he looks right, he looks up and down, and sees a snail. He throws the snail into the yard about fifty feet. Thirty years later the man hears a knocking at the door, he goes to the door, looks up, looks right, looks down, and then sees a snail at the door step. The snail says "What the heck was that for?"
That, pretty much, is life as a Kansas City Chief's fan.. It'd certainly been awhile since we knocked at the door - but hey, at least it was nice to be up on the stoop. It very well could be worse - we could live in a city without a franchise... Or,
We could be the Bengals, Bills, Browns, Cardinals, Jaguars, Lions, Panthers, Texans, Titans or Vikings... those franchises have NEVER won a Super Bowl.. The Browns, Jaguars, Lions and Texans have never reached a Super Bowl.
I did a little Google research - until I got dizzy - but never could find any hardfast stats on "What % of NFL players never win a Super Bowl?" The average playing career is under 4 years.. Only one team (of 32) wins the Super Bowl annually (3.125%)... everything I read suggested 90% of players (or more) never win a Super Bowl.
Victor, alla the above and a dollar plus tax will get me a cup of coffee at McDonalds - but it doesn't make me feel better. Besides, we are among the most elite in the league as far as 'sacks', but, hells bells we didn't even get one, so I can't even get a 'buy one get one' Big Mac Sack Attack' to go with my coffee. Heck, I wasn't even born yet in 1970.
"If Bob Sutton weren't our coordinator... if the damn refs... roughing the passer? Really?... if Dee Ford lines up correctly... it was too cold, dark, windy... Reid shoulda called... coin toss was rigged...it shoulda landed 'tails' insteada 'heads', we always win the coin toss... Saints got screwed too, I ain't never watching anudder NFL game....and so is your old man.."
Or maybe, New England was the better team last night. I really think, we, collectively, knew our fate when New England won the coin toss for overtime as by then they'd already scored 31 points, and two other times had made it to the one yard line.. Al Bundy played three more years of high school football than I, so who am I to say - but - from what I saw, I remember just once, one of our pass rushers getting within a foot of Tom Brady. Their offensive line was stellar. Ours, not so much. Yes, Brady threw two interceptions, but he made the plays when he had to. We hold Edelman and Gronkhoweveryouspellit with disdain, but they too were pretty damn good - especially when they had to be.
Look at the bright side. Of the 30 million-plus tuning in, surely we've gained a fan or two (Hint, the 2014 KC Royals certainly did.). We most certainly will globally as well, (true story) as over 150 boxes of T-shirts that are screen printed "Kansas City Chiefs, 2019 AFC Champions" are being sent to foreign countries, intended to be handed out to homeless folks there. Besides, Tavia and Clark Hunt have three children that will certainly lead us into tomorrow.
I like our future. Exactly one-half of starting NFL quarterbacks are age 30 and over. Some really good ones, are certainly toward the end of their careers: Rothhoweveryouspellit/36, Rivers/36, Manning/37, Brees/39, Brady/41. Heck, even Luck, Newton and Wilson are 29.
Our guy just turned 23, and he's special. No, he wasn't 'especially special' last night, but he got us to where we were one score, one coin flip, one offsides from being where over 90% of NFL players have ever been. And, rumors afloat he's gonna sign (or at least be offered) a 'George Brett why don't you stay here your entire career'-like contract.
At age 66, I just hope that damn man doesn't throw this snail very far this time.
Hail to the Chiefs,
By Henry Keepmatriculatingtheballdownfieldboys Stram Gibson,
Love, Victurd
PS: I wasn't homeless, but I've got a "Kansas City Royals, 1980 World Champions" T-Shirt.
Saturday, January 19, 2019
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.........
Disc jockeys loved this song, "Thank you Iron Butterfly... the whole back side of this album is over 17 minutes..Lotta TIME. I play you, I go poop.. and then go smoke... and then maybe fire on the new secretary".. oh, relax ladies, to be sure, it could be a female disc jockey going to fire on the new sale's rep..
Anyways, it's about TIME. Ain't everything in life?
My golfin' buddy. He ain't never on TIME. "Hello, golf course?"... "Yes?".... "This is Vic, I'd like to make a tee TIME.. howabout 4pm?".. "Sure Vic, we can do that, got you penciled in."............ ring.... ring... "Hey buddy, this is Vic" (of course he has caller ID, he knew that.. called ID saves TIME).. "got a tee TIME, we're playing at 3:40pm."... "OK, I'll see you there then. (at that TIME)" HA!... He pulls into the golf course at 3:55pm - perfection. Works, every TIME.
During the day, I nap. I watch ABC all of the TIME. Well, that's not wholly true, someTIMEs I watch CNN, but, definitely not the TIME to talk about that. Where was I? Oh yeah, naps. So, when I nap, I leave my TV on. It's 12 feet or so from my bed. When I awaken, I listen to what's on the channel I've got memorized by heart.... General Hospital is on? Ahh, thank goodness.. I've got more TIME for a nap until Steve Harvey comes on..or,.. Ellen's already started? Crap, TIME to get up.
During the night. I try to get 8 hours. Rarely do, but it's the TIME I aim for. Now I lay me down to sleep, it's 9pm so you've got 'til 5am you little creep. Or, 8a-4p, or 10p-6a, 11p-7a, you get the drift. I've been so sleepy all the TIME, so I honest to goodness, last night as I laid down to sleep (9pm, Dolly's song always reminds me that means I need to sleep until 5).. I actually Googled "How many hours should a 66 year old male sleep?" in hopes of the result turning up to be at least 9, hopefully 11 or 12 hours. CRAP. "7 to 8 hours of sleep are normal for a 65 yr old." Not enough TIME for me.
My friends always say "Remember that TIME we..."... NO, I don't, how do you remember? .. Brain cells.. I've lost too many brain cells. I've got friends, hell you prolly got 'em too - on Facebook. They'll post that "Please leave one word about the where/the TIME we met." I TRULY SORRY, I DON'T REMEMBER YOU!... TIME takes its toll.
Back to CNN. Yuck, patooey, the now, as in "this TIME" of our lives. From alla the above I deduct "It's a good thing TIME has a way of making us forget, 'cause I don't wanna live in the TIME all the TIME...one day, it's fer sure, I will forget this TIME of life".. Marcia Clark? Yeah, vaguely. Anita Hill? Kinda.. Jim Jones? Yuck, that one I remember. Jessica Hahn? Eh, not for sure, but I bet People That Love TIME will remember her.
I coached basketball. "OK, see this rectangle? They call it the lane. You can only be in there 3 seconds TIME on offense.... and, if you ain't in there, but you're on this halfa the court, and you've got the ball, and someone is guarding you within 5 feet, well, you only got 5 seconds TIME before you have to pass or shoot... if you miss, or even if you make, the other team has 10 seconds TIME to get the ball past half court.. and they have 30 seconds TIME total to shoot." Quarters, halves, 12 minute TIME out, 8 minute TIME out, once a team is behind by 30, the clock, TIME keeps runnin', they don't even stop for a free throw (or a 30 second TIME out, or a full, 60 second TIME out.)" Time, it's all about time. "Remember that TIME we lost to..." NO! I DON'T. You ask me that every TIME... There's no In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida in coaching.
New George Foreman grill. Yum, cooks good, saves TIME. Steak, was it 5 minutes TIME for rare or 6? Hamburger? 6 minute TIME or 7? I have learned though, give it some TIME to cool down. Them removable cooking plates remain vely hot for a long TIME. I wonder if George made more money in his boxing TIME or his grill peddling TIME?
Your alarm goes off. You still gotta work. HA HA HA (sorry).. How do you TIME it? You make TIME for a quicky? Sorry, just curious. Got the TIMEr set for the coffee? How much TIME do you allow for S-S-S? (Ahm, that's Stand, Shower, Shave.) Your commute? Dark? Rainy? Snowy? Icey? How much TIME does it take? Save TIME to swing by so-and-so's desk, he/she is hot. All the TIME.
You been married how long (TIME)? Wow, that's a long TIME. Do you fight/argue alla the TIME, some'a the TIME, or never? "Never." Ahem, so do you lie alla the TIME or just some'a the TIME?
Remember that TIME when dad took the training wheels off? You'd play whiffle ball in the day TIME, kick the can in the night TIME? Remember the first TIME your folks left you alone and you ate 13 cookies?....
It's now 8:43am in New York, 7:43am in Des Moines, 6:43 in Phoenix <-- and them basta's always confuse me, ain't they the ones that don't do Daylight Savings TIME?.. 8:43pm in Bangkok.. 7:13pm in New Dehli..WHAT? it's "43" everwhere else, how come it's "13" in New Dehli? Something about the equator Victor, don't waste your TIME worrying about, remember, Jimmy Buffett says "it's 5 oclock somewhere."
The other day. Winter storm TIME. Power went out. Crap. (Ever crap in the complete dark?).. Anyways, no TV, no radio, no HEAT, no nuttin'. HEY, HOW DO I KNOW WHAT TIME IT WILL BE ONCE MY CELL PHONE BATTERY DIES? Wait, I've got a clock radio back there somewhere, maybe it's battery operated too.. IT IS!.. Crap. (Just said it this TIME, didn't have to go.) Said it because the damn battery was dead. Wait, I think I've got another in the junk drawer. CRAP! (Again, didn't have to go, but, I gotta remember to close the upper cabinet doors all the TIME).. that one was dead too. I'm lost without knowing what TIME it is. HOW WILL I KNOW IF I'VE NAPPED ENOUGH? WHAT? I CAN'T WATCH ELLEN THIS TIME? With Hulu streaming, can I go back in TIME?
Uh oh, gotta go. TIMEr on George Foreman went off, must mean the bacon is done. Normally 3 minutes TIME, but I like it crispy, so, went 4.
"Life is all about having a good time." Miley Cyrus. Thanks Miley, twerk away.
"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more TIME." Thomas A. Edison. Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell that one to the Power and Light company next TIME the light bulb goes out Thomas. Next time, I'm getting a room at the Motel 6 'cause...well, you know.
TIME flies when you're having fun. For a good TIME, call 867-5309. Hurry up and wait. Damn train. TIME is on my side. That's the last TIME I'm loaning you money!.. "Your wait TIME is 1 hour, 17 minutes" <-- Ain't the DMV fun? I wish we did this TWICE a year!
When it's TIME to relax.............
If you've go the TIME...............
33 hours, 25 minutes, 12 seconds until it's TIME to kick some Patriot butt. GO CHIEFS! IT'S ABOUT TIME!
Only TIME will tell..
By Henry Timex Gibson
Love, VicTIMEturd
Anyways, it's about TIME. Ain't everything in life?
My golfin' buddy. He ain't never on TIME. "Hello, golf course?"... "Yes?".... "This is Vic, I'd like to make a tee TIME.. howabout 4pm?".. "Sure Vic, we can do that, got you penciled in."............ ring.... ring... "Hey buddy, this is Vic" (of course he has caller ID, he knew that.. called ID saves TIME).. "got a tee TIME, we're playing at 3:40pm."... "OK, I'll see you there then. (at that TIME)" HA!... He pulls into the golf course at 3:55pm - perfection. Works, every TIME.
During the day, I nap. I watch ABC all of the TIME. Well, that's not wholly true, someTIMEs I watch CNN, but, definitely not the TIME to talk about that. Where was I? Oh yeah, naps. So, when I nap, I leave my TV on. It's 12 feet or so from my bed. When I awaken, I listen to what's on the channel I've got memorized by heart.... General Hospital is on? Ahh, thank goodness.. I've got more TIME for a nap until Steve Harvey comes on..or,.. Ellen's already started? Crap, TIME to get up.
During the night. I try to get 8 hours. Rarely do, but it's the TIME I aim for. Now I lay me down to sleep, it's 9pm so you've got 'til 5am you little creep. Or, 8a-4p, or 10p-6a, 11p-7a, you get the drift. I've been so sleepy all the TIME, so I honest to goodness, last night as I laid down to sleep (9pm, Dolly's song always reminds me that means I need to sleep until 5).. I actually Googled "How many hours should a 66 year old male sleep?" in hopes of the result turning up to be at least 9, hopefully 11 or 12 hours. CRAP. "7 to 8 hours of sleep are normal for a 65 yr old." Not enough TIME for me.
My friends always say "Remember that TIME we..."... NO, I don't, how do you remember? .. Brain cells.. I've lost too many brain cells. I've got friends, hell you prolly got 'em too - on Facebook. They'll post that "Please leave one word about the where/the TIME we met." I TRULY SORRY, I DON'T REMEMBER YOU!... TIME takes its toll.
Back to CNN. Yuck, patooey, the now, as in "this TIME" of our lives. From alla the above I deduct "It's a good thing TIME has a way of making us forget, 'cause I don't wanna live in the TIME all the TIME...one day, it's fer sure, I will forget this TIME of life".. Marcia Clark? Yeah, vaguely. Anita Hill? Kinda.. Jim Jones? Yuck, that one I remember. Jessica Hahn? Eh, not for sure, but I bet People That Love TIME will remember her.
I coached basketball. "OK, see this rectangle? They call it the lane. You can only be in there 3 seconds TIME on offense.... and, if you ain't in there, but you're on this halfa the court, and you've got the ball, and someone is guarding you within 5 feet, well, you only got 5 seconds TIME before you have to pass or shoot... if you miss, or even if you make, the other team has 10 seconds TIME to get the ball past half court.. and they have 30 seconds TIME total to shoot." Quarters, halves, 12 minute TIME out, 8 minute TIME out, once a team is behind by 30, the clock, TIME keeps runnin', they don't even stop for a free throw (or a 30 second TIME out, or a full, 60 second TIME out.)" Time, it's all about time. "Remember that TIME we lost to..." NO! I DON'T. You ask me that every TIME... There's no In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida in coaching.
New George Foreman grill. Yum, cooks good, saves TIME. Steak, was it 5 minutes TIME for rare or 6? Hamburger? 6 minute TIME or 7? I have learned though, give it some TIME to cool down. Them removable cooking plates remain vely hot for a long TIME. I wonder if George made more money in his boxing TIME or his grill peddling TIME?
Your alarm goes off. You still gotta work. HA HA HA (sorry).. How do you TIME it? You make TIME for a quicky? Sorry, just curious. Got the TIMEr set for the coffee? How much TIME do you allow for S-S-S? (Ahm, that's Stand, Shower, Shave.) Your commute? Dark? Rainy? Snowy? Icey? How much TIME does it take? Save TIME to swing by so-and-so's desk, he/she is hot. All the TIME.
You been married how long (TIME)? Wow, that's a long TIME. Do you fight/argue alla the TIME, some'a the TIME, or never? "Never." Ahem, so do you lie alla the TIME or just some'a the TIME?
Remember that TIME when dad took the training wheels off? You'd play whiffle ball in the day TIME, kick the can in the night TIME? Remember the first TIME your folks left you alone and you ate 13 cookies?....
It's now 8:43am in New York, 7:43am in Des Moines, 6:43 in Phoenix <-- and them basta's always confuse me, ain't they the ones that don't do Daylight Savings TIME?.. 8:43pm in Bangkok.. 7:13pm in New Dehli..WHAT? it's "43" everwhere else, how come it's "13" in New Dehli? Something about the equator Victor, don't waste your TIME worrying about, remember, Jimmy Buffett says "it's 5 oclock somewhere."
The other day. Winter storm TIME. Power went out. Crap. (Ever crap in the complete dark?).. Anyways, no TV, no radio, no HEAT, no nuttin'. HEY, HOW DO I KNOW WHAT TIME IT WILL BE ONCE MY CELL PHONE BATTERY DIES? Wait, I've got a clock radio back there somewhere, maybe it's battery operated too.. IT IS!.. Crap. (Just said it this TIME, didn't have to go.) Said it because the damn battery was dead. Wait, I think I've got another in the junk drawer. CRAP! (Again, didn't have to go, but, I gotta remember to close the upper cabinet doors all the TIME).. that one was dead too. I'm lost without knowing what TIME it is. HOW WILL I KNOW IF I'VE NAPPED ENOUGH? WHAT? I CAN'T WATCH ELLEN THIS TIME? With Hulu streaming, can I go back in TIME?
Uh oh, gotta go. TIMEr on George Foreman went off, must mean the bacon is done. Normally 3 minutes TIME, but I like it crispy, so, went 4.
"Life is all about having a good time." Miley Cyrus. Thanks Miley, twerk away.
"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more TIME." Thomas A. Edison. Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell that one to the Power and Light company next TIME the light bulb goes out Thomas. Next time, I'm getting a room at the Motel 6 'cause...well, you know.
TIME flies when you're having fun. For a good TIME, call 867-5309. Hurry up and wait. Damn train. TIME is on my side. That's the last TIME I'm loaning you money!.. "Your wait TIME is 1 hour, 17 minutes" <-- Ain't the DMV fun? I wish we did this TWICE a year!
When it's TIME to relax.............
If you've go the TIME...............
33 hours, 25 minutes, 12 seconds until it's TIME to kick some Patriot butt. GO CHIEFS! IT'S ABOUT TIME!
Only TIME will tell..
By Henry Timex Gibson
Love, VicTIMEturd
Friday, January 18, 2019
Kansas City Chief's CliffsNotes........... or, not your everyday Chief's trivia...
So, mebbe you're taking your sled or snowmobile to a party Sunday to watch The Chiefs versus the almighty Patriots, and mebbe just mebbe about all you know about football is that it ain't round... You found just the spot. Read, study, learn, and YOU TOO can proudly sit in your party chair during a Geico commercial and say, "Say, did you know........?"
Tallest... at 6'7": Eric Fisher, Demetrius Harris, Tanoh Kpassagnon....
Shortest... at 5'10": Tyreek Hill, Orlando Scandrick..
Heaviest... at 321 lbs.. this surprised me, it's Laurent Duvernay-Tardif
Lightest... at 185 lbs.. this didn't surprise me, it's Tyreek Hill (Chiefs have 7 men under 200, 14 over 300.. thus, 32 weighing 200-something
Oldest... at 36, Dustin Colquitt
Youngest.. at 22, Kahil McKenzie, Derick Nnadi, Tremon Smith (THIS Warpaint is 10, KC Wolf was born 30 yrs ago)
OUR (KC)first round draft picks: Eric Berry, Eric Fisher, Dee Ford, Patrick Mahomes II
Enamored with his daughter's new toy (the Super Ball) Lamar Hunt recommended the Big Game be renamed "Super Bowl." One more game we're there, two more, World Champs again.
Boston Mayor Marty Walsh WON'T make a bet with our Mayor Sly James, "superstitious.. lost last time I did." Fox Sports Radio Host Colin Cowherd "Everyone will be wearing a ski mask, fans won't be standing, cheering, will be wearing something over their mouths.. home field advantage via the crowd: DONE." HA!
30+ million to watch on TV.. 76,416 will be there, screaming. (Take cardboard with you to put under feet).. Chief's players will make $54,000 each for the Victory, Losing Patriots estimated to receive $27,000 each (Hey Sly James, that's $14,310 to KC coffers thanks to the 1% KC tax!) Beer and a dog'll costya $16. (Giselle Bundchen, Tom Brady's wife, makes $17.5 million a year, that's $47,945 a day, or, she'll make $20,945 more Sunday than her 41 yr old hubby.)
WHO AM I?
I started at QB all four years in HS, went to Michigan, tied Elvis Grbac's TD total of 25 my Freshman year, and am 2nd alltime in passing TD's in the Big Ten...
(ǝuuǝH pɐɥƆ)
Whatever happened to the Buffalo Bills GM (Doug Whaley) who helped orchestrate the Chief's trade (Patrick Mahomes, 10th pick overall) to get the Chief's 2017/2nd and 2018/1st round pick?
(ʇɟɐɹp ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇɟɐ ʎɐp ǝɥʇ pǝɹᴉɟ sɐʍ ǝH)
I was born in Turkey, and I hold the NFL Combine record for the highest vertical jump ever (45") (ʎǝluoƆ sᴉɹɥƆ)
Patrick Mahomes II has that "II" after his name, and should be proud. That's nuttin' though, I've got "IV" after my name.
(ΛI suᴉʞʇɐM uᴉɯɐɾuǝq lǝnɯɐS)
I was a 3 year starter at QB in HS, and my Senior year I ran for 1,016 yds, passed for 1,523 yrs. Oh, and I batted .577 in baseball.
(ǝɔlǝʞ sᴉʌɐɹ┴)
I didn't play football in College. That's nothing, I didn't play football in High School. Who are we? (SH uᴉ qℲ ou) ɟᴉpɹɐ┴-ʎɐuɹǝʌnp ʇuǝɹnɐ˥ '(ǝƃǝlloƆ uᴉ qℲ ou) sᴉɹɹɐH snᴉɹʇǝɯǝp)
They wouldn't let me play Pop Warner because I was too big, so, my first year of football was as a Freshman in HS. I was then 6'5", 240 lbs. And no, it ain't Andy Reid.
(zʇɹɐʍɥɔS llǝɥɔʇᴉW)
At the NFL Combine, I flashed (a lot) more than my talent, as, in crossing the finish line of the 40 yd dash, my spandex shorts couldn't keep up and inadvertently exposed myself to the center of the football universe on the NFL Network. I fell to the ground on purpose, laughed, covered myself up, and stood up.
(sǝuoſ sᴉɹɥƆ)
I was born Kansas City.
(SH ʍǝᴉʌpuɐɹפ pǝpuǝʇʇɐ 'ᄅ66Ɩ uᴉ Ɔʞ uᴉ uɹoq 'sɯɐᴉllᴉM ɹǝᴉʌɐX)
I was a two time Academic All American at SMU, finished first in my class, was captain of the Soccer team, AND I WILL BANG THE BIG DRUM SUNDAY!.
(ʇunH ʞɹɐlƆ)
A few nights before the BCS National Championship game, I found a piano in the hotel lobby and played for my teammates until our midnight curfew. "He's a great piano player, marginal singer," said defensive tackle Nosa Eguae, a close friend.
(pɹoℲ ǝǝp)
All I want for my 30th Birthday (the day aft the game.. Monday, January 21) is a couple-three sacks of Tom, and a Chief's win.
(uoʇsnoH uᴉʇsnſ)
First in your hearts, last alphabetically.
(oqɯoZ ʞuɐɹℲ)
I belong in the Super Bowl.. I was born in Atlanta...
(ʎɹɹǝq ɔᴉɹƎ)
I'm the 4th sibling in my family to play for Virginia Tech AND to play in the NFL, joining brothers Vincent, Corey and Kyle.
(ɹǝllnℲ llɐpuǝʞ)
Heck, I helped win a National Championship at Notre Dame, was a 1st round draft choice and played 11 yrs in the NFL (Seattle, Chicago, Washington)
(ʞɔǝH ʎpu∀ ɥɔɐoɔ ǝuᴉl ǝʌᴉsuǝɟɟO)
When I was preparing for the NFL Draft, I told teams "I prefer to play in a warm weather climate." Trust me though Busby, Lezak, yada, I ain't complaining about Sunday.
(uoslǝN uǝʌǝʇS)
Me and Andy played at BYU.
(uǝsuǝɹoS lǝᴉuɐp)
I kick butt playing the Tuba
(ɹǝʞʇnq uosᴉɹɹɐH)
My dad Craig has a couple of Super Bowl rings from when he was with the Pittsburgh Steelers... I WANT ONE TOO!
(ʇʇᴉnbloƆ uᴉʇsnp)
I'm in the NFL Hall of Fame, Chief's Hall of Fame, Chief's Ring of Honor, my number is retired, but I ain't (still with Chiefs)
(sɐɯoɥ┴ ʇʇᴉɯɯƎ ɥɔɐoƆ)
HAVE FUN......... GO CHIEFS.. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE......
Love, Victurd
Tallest... at 6'7": Eric Fisher, Demetrius Harris, Tanoh Kpassagnon....
Shortest... at 5'10": Tyreek Hill, Orlando Scandrick..
Heaviest... at 321 lbs.. this surprised me, it's Laurent Duvernay-Tardif
Lightest... at 185 lbs.. this didn't surprise me, it's Tyreek Hill (Chiefs have 7 men under 200, 14 over 300.. thus, 32 weighing 200-something
Oldest... at 36, Dustin Colquitt
Youngest.. at 22, Kahil McKenzie, Derick Nnadi, Tremon Smith (THIS Warpaint is 10, KC Wolf was born 30 yrs ago)
OUR (KC)first round draft picks: Eric Berry, Eric Fisher, Dee Ford, Patrick Mahomes II
Enamored with his daughter's new toy (the Super Ball) Lamar Hunt recommended the Big Game be renamed "Super Bowl." One more game we're there, two more, World Champs again.
Boston Mayor Marty Walsh WON'T make a bet with our Mayor Sly James, "superstitious.. lost last time I did." Fox Sports Radio Host Colin Cowherd "Everyone will be wearing a ski mask, fans won't be standing, cheering, will be wearing something over their mouths.. home field advantage via the crowd: DONE." HA!
30+ million to watch on TV.. 76,416 will be there, screaming. (Take cardboard with you to put under feet).. Chief's players will make $54,000 each for the Victory, Losing Patriots estimated to receive $27,000 each (Hey Sly James, that's $14,310 to KC coffers thanks to the 1% KC tax!) Beer and a dog'll costya $16. (Giselle Bundchen, Tom Brady's wife, makes $17.5 million a year, that's $47,945 a day, or, she'll make $20,945 more Sunday than her 41 yr old hubby.)
WHO AM I?
I started at QB all four years in HS, went to Michigan, tied Elvis Grbac's TD total of 25 my Freshman year, and am 2nd alltime in passing TD's in the Big Ten...
(ǝuuǝH pɐɥƆ)
Whatever happened to the Buffalo Bills GM (Doug Whaley) who helped orchestrate the Chief's trade (Patrick Mahomes, 10th pick overall) to get the Chief's 2017/2nd and 2018/1st round pick?
(ʇɟɐɹp ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇɟɐ ʎɐp ǝɥʇ pǝɹᴉɟ sɐʍ ǝH)
I was born in Turkey, and I hold the NFL Combine record for the highest vertical jump ever (45") (ʎǝluoƆ sᴉɹɥƆ)
Patrick Mahomes II has that "II" after his name, and should be proud. That's nuttin' though, I've got "IV" after my name.
(ΛI suᴉʞʇɐM uᴉɯɐɾuǝq lǝnɯɐS)
I was a 3 year starter at QB in HS, and my Senior year I ran for 1,016 yds, passed for 1,523 yrs. Oh, and I batted .577 in baseball.
(ǝɔlǝʞ sᴉʌɐɹ┴)
I didn't play football in College. That's nothing, I didn't play football in High School. Who are we? (SH uᴉ qℲ ou) ɟᴉpɹɐ┴-ʎɐuɹǝʌnp ʇuǝɹnɐ˥ '(ǝƃǝlloƆ uᴉ qℲ ou) sᴉɹɹɐH snᴉɹʇǝɯǝp)
They wouldn't let me play Pop Warner because I was too big, so, my first year of football was as a Freshman in HS. I was then 6'5", 240 lbs. And no, it ain't Andy Reid.
(zʇɹɐʍɥɔS llǝɥɔʇᴉW)
At the NFL Combine, I flashed (a lot) more than my talent, as, in crossing the finish line of the 40 yd dash, my spandex shorts couldn't keep up and inadvertently exposed myself to the center of the football universe on the NFL Network. I fell to the ground on purpose, laughed, covered myself up, and stood up.
(sǝuoſ sᴉɹɥƆ)
I was born Kansas City.
(SH ʍǝᴉʌpuɐɹפ pǝpuǝʇʇɐ 'ᄅ66Ɩ uᴉ Ɔʞ uᴉ uɹoq 'sɯɐᴉllᴉM ɹǝᴉʌɐX)
I was a two time Academic All American at SMU, finished first in my class, was captain of the Soccer team, AND I WILL BANG THE BIG DRUM SUNDAY!.
(ʇunH ʞɹɐlƆ)
A few nights before the BCS National Championship game, I found a piano in the hotel lobby and played for my teammates until our midnight curfew. "He's a great piano player, marginal singer," said defensive tackle Nosa Eguae, a close friend.
(pɹoℲ ǝǝp)
All I want for my 30th Birthday (the day aft the game.. Monday, January 21) is a couple-three sacks of Tom, and a Chief's win.
(uoʇsnoH uᴉʇsnſ)
First in your hearts, last alphabetically.
(oqɯoZ ʞuɐɹℲ)
I belong in the Super Bowl.. I was born in Atlanta...
(ʎɹɹǝq ɔᴉɹƎ)
I'm the 4th sibling in my family to play for Virginia Tech AND to play in the NFL, joining brothers Vincent, Corey and Kyle.
(ɹǝllnℲ llɐpuǝʞ)
Heck, I helped win a National Championship at Notre Dame, was a 1st round draft choice and played 11 yrs in the NFL (Seattle, Chicago, Washington)
(ʞɔǝH ʎpu∀ ɥɔɐoɔ ǝuᴉl ǝʌᴉsuǝɟɟO)
When I was preparing for the NFL Draft, I told teams "I prefer to play in a warm weather climate." Trust me though Busby, Lezak, yada, I ain't complaining about Sunday.
(uoslǝN uǝʌǝʇS)
Me and Andy played at BYU.
(uǝsuǝɹoS lǝᴉuɐp)
I kick butt playing the Tuba
(ɹǝʞʇnq uosᴉɹɹɐH)
My dad Craig has a couple of Super Bowl rings from when he was with the Pittsburgh Steelers... I WANT ONE TOO!
(ʇʇᴉnbloƆ uᴉʇsnp)
I'm in the NFL Hall of Fame, Chief's Hall of Fame, Chief's Ring of Honor, my number is retired, but I ain't (still with Chiefs)
(sɐɯoɥ┴ ʇʇᴉɯɯƎ ɥɔɐoƆ)
HAVE FUN......... GO CHIEFS.. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE......
Love, Victurd
Thursday, January 17, 2019
Bartholomew..........
Against the flow...
With the flow....
Advantages to each, I reckon. My father always said I went with the flow. He'd 'contract' me to paint a room, 12 minutes into it I'd get a phone call "Hey Schultze, we're going to Antioch, wanna go?" and I was gone. A follower, he said. I went with the flow. S'pose some truth there.
I do very much enjoy the Lazy River. Stacked up against the Zambezi Zinger, The Mamba, The Timber Wolf, yada, the Lazy River is for me. Effortless. A mostly circular river, propelled by 'jets of water' where one lazily flows around and around and around. Too many 'cares' in the world stress one? Hop in the Lazy River, go with the flow, not a care in the world there. There's something to be said for lulling one's self into relaxation.
Others (and admittedly me sometimes) like to go AGAINST the flow. "You'll get splinters. You'll shoot your eye out. Be careful, don't do it." That's scoffed, and agin' the flow folks unite, Dare To Be Different. Deviate from the norm. Don't be a nerd and follow the herd. Screw recipes, throw in something else. If you want what everyone is getting, do what everyone is doing, yuck. Gandhi, Mandela, Rosa Parks, Danica, MLK, STOP! YOU CAN'T GO AGAINST THE FLOW! Thankfully, they didn't listen. (Danica might not fit on that list, but she did go against the flow.)
The flow of our political climate. Holy smokes. First, our leader. His flow. Well, you could call it that. I wonder if he uses a flowbee? He could be a sprinter ya know. He'd run a race, lean at the finish line and 'the flow' would afford him damn near another foot to bust through the tape first. Shutdown, hell yes. Shutdown, hell no. Your fault, no, YOUR fault. Wall, yes. Wall, hell to the no, they'll just build steps from the other side anyways. Kinda makes one want to upchuck flow.
Anyways, politicians peeing upstream, downstream...creating jetties. No one knows which flow to try to follow, and when they do jump in to try to follow one, they're spinning, lost.. and soon, they too smell like piss. Sorry, to relatives reading, true though.
OK Victor, we kinda get it.. this is about flow... What does Bartholomew have to do with flow? I thought you'd never ask. Nowadays, you see so many boys named Ty, Bo, Ed, AJ, TJ, Al, Jay, Leo, Max, Dan, Eli...etc.. Well, moms today stray from Bartholomew as they don't want them shamed because they simply can't keep their pee flow up long enough to pee their name into the snow. No can do Bartholomew. Ty, Bo, Ed and AJ, flow, pee away, spell name all day. Victor, you're weird. Uh huh, ya just never know what urine store for here, I get it.
At least I'm here. I'd taken a break from the flow because I kept catching myself in political arguments, emotions flowing like crazy, saying things to lifelong friends I shouldn't say (and vice versa).. It got so rough, you'd think I'd drink more, but I went away from the flow and actually quit drinking. Ha. 32 days now, no alcohol flowing into my system. Cool Victor, so do you feel better? Do you miss it? What do you do now instead? Yes, feel better. No, don't miss. Instead, I eat.. and eat.. and eat.. and eat.
Us old guys, we have trouble with flow. Victor, you talking ED? Hehe, no, we already mentioned Ed up above there. Well, ok, maybe, but I was more thinking about having trouble with flow when peeing. (Hey, you're reading this, asking yourself "I can't believe I'm really reading this" but I didn't make ya to click the damn link, YOU did it!).. Anyways, 'the flow question' is one of about a hunnerd and twelve questions we have to answer in preparation to even see a urologist for a prostate checkup. I never knew there were that many possible questions about that area.
Blood pressure. Now you mean ED? Stop, please. We old farts build up plaque in our arteries. I think they call it atherosclerosis, but ya can't pee that in the snow either, so let's just label it BP probs. I've had my leg roto-rootered twice. I wish I coulda called Roto Rooter for their $99 special, but I didn't think of it. That, plus, I don't think I woulda ever have had to have the second one. (You know, "away go problems down the drain, Roto Rooter.")
And ok... yes.. maybe... ED. (We can still pee ED in the snow.. just maybe one letter at a time with a short break in-between, but we can still do it.).. There are a plethora of different types, brands of meds available to assist with ED, and the cost is about what the monthly payment of a new Cadillac Escalade (plus insurance) would costya. Woah, the cost of flow.
I'm leaving now. I can't think of a clever ending or anything uplifting after a discussion on ED. Victor, did anyone ever say you had a clever ending or were uplifting? OK, right you are once again.
Bloggers, you see, not to be confused with actual writers, occasionally suffer from 'blogger's block', and you're stuck with stupid blogs like this. I'm very sorry, and it goes against the flow of my beliefs in 'saving, hitting send' on a stupid blog.
Going to pee my name in the snow now, while I still can.
Love, Vic
With the flow....
Advantages to each, I reckon. My father always said I went with the flow. He'd 'contract' me to paint a room, 12 minutes into it I'd get a phone call "Hey Schultze, we're going to Antioch, wanna go?" and I was gone. A follower, he said. I went with the flow. S'pose some truth there.
I do very much enjoy the Lazy River. Stacked up against the Zambezi Zinger, The Mamba, The Timber Wolf, yada, the Lazy River is for me. Effortless. A mostly circular river, propelled by 'jets of water' where one lazily flows around and around and around. Too many 'cares' in the world stress one? Hop in the Lazy River, go with the flow, not a care in the world there. There's something to be said for lulling one's self into relaxation.
Others (and admittedly me sometimes) like to go AGAINST the flow. "You'll get splinters. You'll shoot your eye out. Be careful, don't do it." That's scoffed, and agin' the flow folks unite, Dare To Be Different. Deviate from the norm. Don't be a nerd and follow the herd. Screw recipes, throw in something else. If you want what everyone is getting, do what everyone is doing, yuck. Gandhi, Mandela, Rosa Parks, Danica, MLK, STOP! YOU CAN'T GO AGAINST THE FLOW! Thankfully, they didn't listen. (Danica might not fit on that list, but she did go against the flow.)
The flow of our political climate. Holy smokes. First, our leader. His flow. Well, you could call it that. I wonder if he uses a flowbee? He could be a sprinter ya know. He'd run a race, lean at the finish line and 'the flow' would afford him damn near another foot to bust through the tape first. Shutdown, hell yes. Shutdown, hell no. Your fault, no, YOUR fault. Wall, yes. Wall, hell to the no, they'll just build steps from the other side anyways. Kinda makes one want to upchuck flow.
Anyways, politicians peeing upstream, downstream...creating jetties. No one knows which flow to try to follow, and when they do jump in to try to follow one, they're spinning, lost.. and soon, they too smell like piss. Sorry, to relatives reading, true though.
OK Victor, we kinda get it.. this is about flow... What does Bartholomew have to do with flow? I thought you'd never ask. Nowadays, you see so many boys named Ty, Bo, Ed, AJ, TJ, Al, Jay, Leo, Max, Dan, Eli...etc.. Well, moms today stray from Bartholomew as they don't want them shamed because they simply can't keep their pee flow up long enough to pee their name into the snow. No can do Bartholomew. Ty, Bo, Ed and AJ, flow, pee away, spell name all day. Victor, you're weird. Uh huh, ya just never know what urine store for here, I get it.
At least I'm here. I'd taken a break from the flow because I kept catching myself in political arguments, emotions flowing like crazy, saying things to lifelong friends I shouldn't say (and vice versa).. It got so rough, you'd think I'd drink more, but I went away from the flow and actually quit drinking. Ha. 32 days now, no alcohol flowing into my system. Cool Victor, so do you feel better? Do you miss it? What do you do now instead? Yes, feel better. No, don't miss. Instead, I eat.. and eat.. and eat.. and eat.
Us old guys, we have trouble with flow. Victor, you talking ED? Hehe, no, we already mentioned Ed up above there. Well, ok, maybe, but I was more thinking about having trouble with flow when peeing. (Hey, you're reading this, asking yourself "I can't believe I'm really reading this" but I didn't make ya to click the damn link, YOU did it!).. Anyways, 'the flow question' is one of about a hunnerd and twelve questions we have to answer in preparation to even see a urologist for a prostate checkup. I never knew there were that many possible questions about that area.
Blood pressure. Now you mean ED? Stop, please. We old farts build up plaque in our arteries. I think they call it atherosclerosis, but ya can't pee that in the snow either, so let's just label it BP probs. I've had my leg roto-rootered twice. I wish I coulda called Roto Rooter for their $99 special, but I didn't think of it. That, plus, I don't think I woulda ever have had to have the second one. (You know, "away go problems down the drain, Roto Rooter.")
And ok... yes.. maybe... ED. (We can still pee ED in the snow.. just maybe one letter at a time with a short break in-between, but we can still do it.).. There are a plethora of different types, brands of meds available to assist with ED, and the cost is about what the monthly payment of a new Cadillac Escalade (plus insurance) would costya. Woah, the cost of flow.
I'm leaving now. I can't think of a clever ending or anything uplifting after a discussion on ED. Victor, did anyone ever say you had a clever ending or were uplifting? OK, right you are once again.
Bloggers, you see, not to be confused with actual writers, occasionally suffer from 'blogger's block', and you're stuck with stupid blogs like this. I'm very sorry, and it goes against the flow of my beliefs in 'saving, hitting send' on a stupid blog.
Going to pee my name in the snow now, while I still can.
Love, Vic
Thursday, January 10, 2019
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me..........
OK, so this is maybe political. Scratch that, it is political. I know that ain't fun for many. So, with pun mebbe intended, turn left if you wanna.
The below is not from my lips (but I endorse). It's research I did because and in part answer to someone who asked me why it is I feel the way I do. (And yes, I have opinions on each and every event, but don't necessarily feel I need to share my reasoning with anyone.) I, for one, am human, and admit to slipping, failing upon occasion. That said, maybe we could all stand to model much of the below.
Following the Golden Rule. In Christianity: The "Golden Rule" was given by Jesus of Nazareth (Matthew 7:12 NCV, see also Luke 6:31). The common English phrasing is "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you".
Using good manners, not bad language.
Practicing tolerance.
Being considerate of the feelings of others.
Not threatening, hitting or hurting anyone.
Dealing peacefully with anger, insults and disagreements.
----- "There is no respect for others without humility in one's self." Henri Frederic Amiel -----
-------- Teaching kids respect --------
Stay calm...
Identify the cause
Model being respectful
Use positive discipline
Earn, not demand respect
Apologize for mistakes
----- "The 7 Qualities of People Who Are Highly Respected" Jacqueline Whitmore/Entrepreneur Magazine -----
Be Polite
Act Respectfully
Listen well
Be helpful
Don't make excuses
Let go of anger
Be willing to change
----- On treatment of people (George H. W. Bush) -----
"America is never wholly herself unless she is engaged in high moral principle. We as a people have such a purpose to make kinder the face of the nation and gentler the face of the world."
I respect those who tell the truth no matter how hard it is. Integrity is everything.
"You don't have to disrespect and insult others simply to hold your own ground. If you do, that shows how shaky your own position is." Red Haircrow
Respect is earned. Honesty is appreciated. Trust is gained. Loyalty is returned.
Treat people the way you want to be treated. Talk to people the way you want to be talked to. Respect is earned, not given.
"It's always been a mystery to me how people can respect themselves when they humiliate other humans." Mahatma Gandhi
There can be disagreement without disrespect.
If you lead, bear in mind all that you lead.
"If we lose love and respect for each other, this is how we finally die." Maya Angelou
Love, Victurd
The below is not from my lips (but I endorse). It's research I did because and in part answer to someone who asked me why it is I feel the way I do. (And yes, I have opinions on each and every event, but don't necessarily feel I need to share my reasoning with anyone.) I, for one, am human, and admit to slipping, failing upon occasion. That said, maybe we could all stand to model much of the below.
Following the Golden Rule. In Christianity: The "Golden Rule" was given by Jesus of Nazareth (Matthew 7:12 NCV, see also Luke 6:31). The common English phrasing is "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you".
Using good manners, not bad language.
Practicing tolerance.
Being considerate of the feelings of others.
Not threatening, hitting or hurting anyone.
Dealing peacefully with anger, insults and disagreements.
----- "There is no respect for others without humility in one's self." Henri Frederic Amiel -----
-------- Teaching kids respect --------
Stay calm...
Identify the cause
Model being respectful
Use positive discipline
Earn, not demand respect
Apologize for mistakes
----- "The 7 Qualities of People Who Are Highly Respected" Jacqueline Whitmore/Entrepreneur Magazine -----
Be Polite
Act Respectfully
Listen well
Be helpful
Don't make excuses
Let go of anger
Be willing to change
----- On treatment of people (George H. W. Bush) -----
"America is never wholly herself unless she is engaged in high moral principle. We as a people have such a purpose to make kinder the face of the nation and gentler the face of the world."
I respect those who tell the truth no matter how hard it is. Integrity is everything.
"You don't have to disrespect and insult others simply to hold your own ground. If you do, that shows how shaky your own position is." Red Haircrow
Respect is earned. Honesty is appreciated. Trust is gained. Loyalty is returned.
Treat people the way you want to be treated. Talk to people the way you want to be talked to. Respect is earned, not given.
"It's always been a mystery to me how people can respect themselves when they humiliate other humans." Mahatma Gandhi
There can be disagreement without disrespect.
If you lead, bear in mind all that you lead.
"If we lose love and respect for each other, this is how we finally die." Maya Angelou
Love, Victurd
Wednesday, January 09, 2019
I'm gonna take a freight train..........
I genuinely classify myself as a dummy. Life whizzes by/on, and oft times I don't take the time to pay attention.
Long, long ago.. as I sat in the living room with wifey #2 (I think it was), life then had been whizzing by.. twenty or so years with that one, hey, all was going good. Ceptin', maybe I wasn't paying attention. Huh? One day, I looked at a painting on the wall, asked, "when did we get that?"... "Two years ago."
The "Can't you see" song (circa 1973), has long been one of my favs. Like much in my life, I didn't take the time to stop and really pay attention to it. It wasn't until a few years ago I learned who sang it, and it wasn't until this morning I Wiki'ed "The Marshall Tucker Band."
I learned, much.
Marshall Tucker ain't, wasn't, in the band. They were in a rented warehouse space practicing long ago, discussing "what should we call ourselves?".. Ideas were tossed, then finally someone saw the inscription on the door "Marshall Tucker." "Hey, that sounds good, let's do it" not knowing Marshall Tucker was an actual person. In fact, he was a blind piano tuner who had earlier leased the space.
I then rewatched (<- is that a word?) the youtube video of "Can't you see".. young... of course long-haired.. wow, the dude's voice.. the rhythm.. the guitar.. oh, and the flute. Yum, the flute. (After 20 or 30 years of my adult life had whizzed by I so noticed "Damn I really like the flute.. and I really also like the sax.").. The watch was a real happy trance..
OK, what else about them Victor, are they still performing?
Yes, kinda. As my eyeballs that hadn't focused on them for almost 50 years, focused s'more, twas sad to see there's only one original band member playing today. Kinda like life I reckon. Three of the five are now deceased. The band has marched onto stages around the world with 32 different members. Well, at least the number 32 makes me feel better about my "Can't you see oh can't you see, What that woman, she been doin' to me" couple of marriages. Victor, TMI, please go on......
That's really about it as far as the band.. I just wanted to learn, have. One day I will roam to the World War One Museum in our fine city as sadly Can't You See I didn't pay attention in school, am embarrassed I don't know enough about that War.. life has whizzed by and I've been mesmerized between the white lines of life - and ain't paid attention.
Last night. The Wall speech. I PROMISE this will be real quick. Our nation is whizzing on itself. Half hollering "Can't you see?" with the other half replying, "No, Can't YOU see?" It makes me wanna take a nap, or a crap (sorry), or put the pillow over my head so I Can't you see.. or, take a freight train.. or, go to youtube and maybe crank "Can't you see."
"Can't you see" is kind of a story about life. From my stinky shoes anyways. (I don't wear socks. I HATE socks. I know my feet stink. Frankly, my dear, I don't... ahm, Can't you smell?, hehe.. Ok where was I when my brain stopped, I was whizzing right on past my thought...)
Oh yeah, life.
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman lord been doin' to me....
Or, Can't you see, oh can't you see
What that (that being: overeating, booze, cigs, worry, political woes, money woes, parenting woes, relationship woes, work woes, car, AC, furnace, lawnmower, neighbor, blood pressure, Mueller, Buehler... WOES as in WOAHHHHH, that's a lotta WOES.. whereinthehell are the Supremes and "STOP IN THE NAME OF LOVE" whenya need 'em?)...
Anways, all them woes..
Can't you see oh can't you see
What them woes, they been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What them woes lord been doin' to me..
Just when we get all stressy, hyped up.. ahhhhhhh, along comes that therapeutic FLUTE part.. life settles down.. all is good.
No need to climb me a mountain, jump off, nobody gonna know.. no need to find me a hole in the wall, to crawl in side and die.. no need to buy me a ticket, ride me a Southbound, all the way to Georgia, till the train run outta track....
Were you aware one who plays the flute is considered to be a 'flautest'? Me neither, you see, life has been whizzing by and I ain't paid attention. WHY the 'a'? Why the friggin 'a'? That's ALMOST as bad as "no D" in refrigerator. Ever eat a pine tree?
This blog reminds me of one day a dude was talking and he said "you know, it's sometimes kinda hard to figure out, like one of Vic's blogs." Hehe. I loved that.
Bottomline. Life is pretty damn good. Sh!t happens. Lots. We get whizzed on. We sadly whizz on things. The names, the places, the jobs, the homes, the cities, yada, a lotta times they change.
Then along comes the flute.. or the sax... or happy.. or a smiling grandkid... the dog's tail wag... the kitten's purr.. or a 300 cheeseburger from the bowling alley.. or your favorite "hubba hubba" newscaster on local, CNN, Fox, NBC, etc.. or a youtube video of Marshall Tucker.. and yum.. all this time.. all this whizzin'.. we are reminded - life is pretty damn good.
Can't you see?
Henry Gibson can
Love, Victurd
Long, long ago.. as I sat in the living room with wifey #2 (I think it was), life then had been whizzing by.. twenty or so years with that one, hey, all was going good. Ceptin', maybe I wasn't paying attention. Huh? One day, I looked at a painting on the wall, asked, "when did we get that?"... "Two years ago."
The "Can't you see" song (circa 1973), has long been one of my favs. Like much in my life, I didn't take the time to stop and really pay attention to it. It wasn't until a few years ago I learned who sang it, and it wasn't until this morning I Wiki'ed "The Marshall Tucker Band."
I learned, much.
Marshall Tucker ain't, wasn't, in the band. They were in a rented warehouse space practicing long ago, discussing "what should we call ourselves?".. Ideas were tossed, then finally someone saw the inscription on the door "Marshall Tucker." "Hey, that sounds good, let's do it" not knowing Marshall Tucker was an actual person. In fact, he was a blind piano tuner who had earlier leased the space.
I then rewatched (<- is that a word?) the youtube video of "Can't you see".. young... of course long-haired.. wow, the dude's voice.. the rhythm.. the guitar.. oh, and the flute. Yum, the flute. (After 20 or 30 years of my adult life had whizzed by I so noticed "Damn I really like the flute.. and I really also like the sax.").. The watch was a real happy trance..
OK, what else about them Victor, are they still performing?
Yes, kinda. As my eyeballs that hadn't focused on them for almost 50 years, focused s'more, twas sad to see there's only one original band member playing today. Kinda like life I reckon. Three of the five are now deceased. The band has marched onto stages around the world with 32 different members. Well, at least the number 32 makes me feel better about my "Can't you see oh can't you see, What that woman, she been doin' to me" couple of marriages. Victor, TMI, please go on......
That's really about it as far as the band.. I just wanted to learn, have. One day I will roam to the World War One Museum in our fine city as sadly Can't You See I didn't pay attention in school, am embarrassed I don't know enough about that War.. life has whizzed by and I've been mesmerized between the white lines of life - and ain't paid attention.
Last night. The Wall speech. I PROMISE this will be real quick. Our nation is whizzing on itself. Half hollering "Can't you see?" with the other half replying, "No, Can't YOU see?" It makes me wanna take a nap, or a crap (sorry), or put the pillow over my head so I Can't you see.. or, take a freight train.. or, go to youtube and maybe crank "Can't you see."
"Can't you see" is kind of a story about life. From my stinky shoes anyways. (I don't wear socks. I HATE socks. I know my feet stink. Frankly, my dear, I don't... ahm, Can't you smell?, hehe.. Ok where was I when my brain stopped, I was whizzing right on past my thought...)
Oh yeah, life.
Can't you see oh can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman lord been doin' to me....
Or, Can't you see, oh can't you see
What that (that being: overeating, booze, cigs, worry, political woes, money woes, parenting woes, relationship woes, work woes, car, AC, furnace, lawnmower, neighbor, blood pressure, Mueller, Buehler... WOES as in WOAHHHHH, that's a lotta WOES.. whereinthehell are the Supremes and "STOP IN THE NAME OF LOVE" whenya need 'em?)...
Anways, all them woes..
Can't you see oh can't you see
What them woes, they been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What them woes lord been doin' to me..
Just when we get all stressy, hyped up.. ahhhhhhh, along comes that therapeutic FLUTE part.. life settles down.. all is good.
No need to climb me a mountain, jump off, nobody gonna know.. no need to find me a hole in the wall, to crawl in side and die.. no need to buy me a ticket, ride me a Southbound, all the way to Georgia, till the train run outta track....
Were you aware one who plays the flute is considered to be a 'flautest'? Me neither, you see, life has been whizzing by and I ain't paid attention. WHY the 'a'? Why the friggin 'a'? That's ALMOST as bad as "no D" in refrigerator. Ever eat a pine tree?
This blog reminds me of one day a dude was talking and he said "you know, it's sometimes kinda hard to figure out, like one of Vic's blogs." Hehe. I loved that.
Bottomline. Life is pretty damn good. Sh!t happens. Lots. We get whizzed on. We sadly whizz on things. The names, the places, the jobs, the homes, the cities, yada, a lotta times they change.
Then along comes the flute.. or the sax... or happy.. or a smiling grandkid... the dog's tail wag... the kitten's purr.. or a 300 cheeseburger from the bowling alley.. or your favorite "hubba hubba" newscaster on local, CNN, Fox, NBC, etc.. or a youtube video of Marshall Tucker.. and yum.. all this time.. all this whizzin'.. we are reminded - life is pretty damn good.
Can't you see?
Henry Gibson can
Love, Victurd
Tuesday, January 08, 2019
Be afrayed, be very afrayed...........
Victor, you can't spell. I know, but too, I bet even Karthik Nemmani had to stop and think when he won the Scripps National Spelling Bee recently by correctly spelling koinonia. (It means Christian fellowship or communion with God, or, more commonly, with fellow Christians.)
I spelled "afrayed" on porpoise. Fray, as Karthik assuredly knows, means "show the effects of strain', that, being an emotion.
Turn left if you ain't a fan of emotion, because I'm addict to emotions, all of 'em. The good, the bad, the fugly.
Nick Sabin, Alabama coach, mid suffering the very worst game of his coaching career, thrust his hands up in the air, as if to say "I give up." He didn't, he wouldn't, but it was an emotion he'd never experienced, and just my take, he'll be an even better man/coach for having lived that emotion.
Dabo Swinney, the Clemson (winning) Coach..Lord who wouldn't wanna play for that guy. Biggest smile ever, thanked God, the players, the coaches, the fans, darn near everyone - it was fun to see, feel his emotion.
Relationships, ohhhhh relationships (or not).. Ah, the emotion(s).. Happy - sad - glad - mad - silent - loud - pissed - loving - admiration - selfish - giving - worry - fray - oh baby, oh baby. Yum. Up, down, in-between and all around.
These emotions, they come'a knockin' on one's door and we greet them in various ways. We go overboard. We hide. We cuss. We lash out. We love, hug. We (not all, I know) drink, smoke, eat, lots, waaaaaay to much. We handle (or not) on a scale from Andy Taylor to Barney Fife. Thankfully, even when the heightened Barn was frantically digging in his pocket for his bullet - he still had 'oh baby' Thelma Lou to fall back on.
I have a loved one who is about to begin a new job TODAY, a wonderful opportunity. This loved one has been stressing (as has his mate, "because it's contagious!") worried about what all he needed to begin the job, getting all the right things from the DMV, confusion on what to wear, "been praying all morning that we've prepared adequately"... To me, that is the emotion of worry, and from 66 years of growing wrinkles I deduct "those that worry, do well."
Life is full of flat tires, strikeouts, home runs, taking the training wheels off the bike, saying goodbye, saying hello, wins, losses, even ties. Also included is storming off, many hugs, handshakes, Rolaids, agreeing to disagree, cussing, Blood Pressure meds, doting, admiring, silence, lears, heads turned, eyes rolled, and uh huh, ahm, making up. Oh baby, the making up.
Life is yummy, fuzzy, "I don't wanna go thru this", "I hope this feeling never ends", "I'm so mad I could punchya", "I'm so happy I could cry." Yada.
I, VKS, do hereby admit to times in the past of having a beer or seven to simply make me numb enough to be able to fall asleep at night. The older I get (I ain't sure I'm any wiser) the easier it is for me to fall asleep thanks to a compilation of emotions from the day getting me to a different wonderful numb.
"Gratitude is the healthiest of all human emotions. The more you express gratitude for what you have, the more likely you will have even more to express gratitude for." Zig Ziglar
(Humor, laughter, it's an emotion ain't it?:
A string walks into a bar with a few friends and orders a beer.. Barkeep says "I'm sorry, but we don't serve strings here"..
The string goes back to his table. He ties himself in a loop and messes up the top of his hair. Walks back up to barkeep and orders a beer.
Barkeep squints at him, says, "Hey, aren't you that string?"
String says "Nope, I'm a frayed knot.")
I'm gonna get outta here now. Hopeful to go, see, do, have, further emotions on this wunnerful day.
If it's remotely possible today, emote (Don't be afrayed). It's a good, bad, happy, sad, yum, sucky, human kinda thing.
Love, Victurd
I spelled "afrayed" on porpoise. Fray, as Karthik assuredly knows, means "show the effects of strain', that, being an emotion.
Turn left if you ain't a fan of emotion, because I'm addict to emotions, all of 'em. The good, the bad, the fugly.
Nick Sabin, Alabama coach, mid suffering the very worst game of his coaching career, thrust his hands up in the air, as if to say "I give up." He didn't, he wouldn't, but it was an emotion he'd never experienced, and just my take, he'll be an even better man/coach for having lived that emotion.
Dabo Swinney, the Clemson (winning) Coach..Lord who wouldn't wanna play for that guy. Biggest smile ever, thanked God, the players, the coaches, the fans, darn near everyone - it was fun to see, feel his emotion.
Relationships, ohhhhh relationships (or not).. Ah, the emotion(s).. Happy - sad - glad - mad - silent - loud - pissed - loving - admiration - selfish - giving - worry - fray - oh baby, oh baby. Yum. Up, down, in-between and all around.
These emotions, they come'a knockin' on one's door and we greet them in various ways. We go overboard. We hide. We cuss. We lash out. We love, hug. We (not all, I know) drink, smoke, eat, lots, waaaaaay to much. We handle (or not) on a scale from Andy Taylor to Barney Fife. Thankfully, even when the heightened Barn was frantically digging in his pocket for his bullet - he still had 'oh baby' Thelma Lou to fall back on.
I have a loved one who is about to begin a new job TODAY, a wonderful opportunity. This loved one has been stressing (as has his mate, "because it's contagious!") worried about what all he needed to begin the job, getting all the right things from the DMV, confusion on what to wear, "been praying all morning that we've prepared adequately"... To me, that is the emotion of worry, and from 66 years of growing wrinkles I deduct "those that worry, do well."
Life is full of flat tires, strikeouts, home runs, taking the training wheels off the bike, saying goodbye, saying hello, wins, losses, even ties. Also included is storming off, many hugs, handshakes, Rolaids, agreeing to disagree, cussing, Blood Pressure meds, doting, admiring, silence, lears, heads turned, eyes rolled, and uh huh, ahm, making up. Oh baby, the making up.
Life is yummy, fuzzy, "I don't wanna go thru this", "I hope this feeling never ends", "I'm so mad I could punchya", "I'm so happy I could cry." Yada.
I, VKS, do hereby admit to times in the past of having a beer or seven to simply make me numb enough to be able to fall asleep at night. The older I get (I ain't sure I'm any wiser) the easier it is for me to fall asleep thanks to a compilation of emotions from the day getting me to a different wonderful numb.
"Gratitude is the healthiest of all human emotions. The more you express gratitude for what you have, the more likely you will have even more to express gratitude for." Zig Ziglar
(Humor, laughter, it's an emotion ain't it?:
A string walks into a bar with a few friends and orders a beer.. Barkeep says "I'm sorry, but we don't serve strings here"..
The string goes back to his table. He ties himself in a loop and messes up the top of his hair. Walks back up to barkeep and orders a beer.
Barkeep squints at him, says, "Hey, aren't you that string?"
String says "Nope, I'm a frayed knot.")
I'm gonna get outta here now. Hopeful to go, see, do, have, further emotions on this wunnerful day.
If it's remotely possible today, emote (Don't be afrayed). It's a good, bad, happy, sad, yum, sucky, human kinda thing.
Love, Victurd
Sunday, January 06, 2019
It's a given, the Chiefs will win the Super Bowl this year...
In 1970, there were 211 of us that were Seniors in the Liberty High School graduating class. Well.... we're Seniors again. So, it's a given.
Nixon was President. And now? Ha. A given.
They had Dave Hill, we have Tyreek.
Emmitt Thomas was a cornerback then. Emmitt Thomas is our cornerback coach now.
Curly Culp, Buck Buchanan, Bobby Bell, Willie Lanier, Jim Lynch, Johnny Robinson - were buttkickers. We have Harrison Butt-kicker.
Willie Mitchell was the punt returner, Mitchell Schwartz blocks on punts now.
Those Chiefs beat the hated rival the Oakland Raiders in the final AFL Championship game. These Chiefs beat the hated rival the Oakland Raiders in their final Regular Season game.
We're in the Hunt. Then was Lamar, now there's Clark.
The season then was marred a bit by Len Dawson's injury and also controversy surrounding purported involvement in a sports gambling ring. Kareem Hunt, seeya later.
Their defense allowed the fewest yards rushing and passing. This offense had the most total yards in the NFL (and points too.)
Dawson had a cig at halftime. At half, Mahomes will put ketchup on the cheeseburger he hadn't quite finished before the game.
Those Hall of Famers: Dawson, Lanier, Bell, Buchanan, Culp, Thomas, Stenerud, Stram (and probably Robinson to be inducted this year.) These? Houston? Reid? Mahomes? Hill? Kelce? Berry? Schwartz?
First round draft pick defensive back Jim Marsalis. First move this team, Alex Smith for defensive back Kendall Fuller.
18th and Vine was jivin'. 18th and Vine is revivin'.
Arrowhead on helmet. Arrowhead on helmet, check. (Also, on Stadium)
That team was the first Super Bowl era team to hold post season opponents to 10 or fewer points. This team, *I think, is the first NFL team to ever score 25 (or more) points per game, ever. (The *I think part is because I heard that, I ain't paid or professional, I'm a blogger for behogety sakes, but I think you can take that to the bank...or maybe a Savings and Loan, I dunno fer sure fer sure)
That team beat the Chargers, Broncos, Bengals.
This team beat the Chargers, Broncos, Bengals.
The 1969 KC Royals finished in last place.
The 2018 KC Royals finished in last place.
The Vikings were favored to win the Super Bowl.
The Saints are favored to win the Super Bowl.
Coach Stram had a local tailor custom fit each member of the team a suit jacket and pants to be worn on all road trips. This year, there's some dude in the stands that has a custom made outfit exactly matching that of Andy Reid's duds.
Coach Stram was the very first NFL coach to be 'miked up' for a game. Tyreek Hill became the very first player/camera operator in an NFL game.
Warpaint then, up/down the field after a score. Warpaint now, up/down field after a score. Then, Bob Johnson rode Warpaint, bareback and with headdress. Long, long ago, KC beat Oakland 42-10. John Madden, Oakland Coach, said after the game "We couldn't beat the Chiefs, but we damn near killed their horse." This team, Susie, KC Chiefs Cheerleader (in cheerleader outfit) rides the horse. Great game with the Rams. We couldn't beat 'em (54-51) but we damn near killed the horse.
OK, I'm 'history'ed out'.
I/we, those of us old enough to remember - know what a great time that was. Please please please please, allow history to repeat itself. Beat the drum. Do the tomahawk chop. Wear red (Friday). Hell, eat lots of ketchup. Drink a Guinness, yell loud, break a Guinness record. Sew your oats. Or, hell, give 'em to Warpaint. Not a big fan of Mitch Holthus's "Put the Hammer Down" but whatthehell, Put the Hammer Down. (Hey, wasn't Freddie "The Hammer" Williamson on that old Chiefs team? Nope, he put his hammer down in '67, started acting, all the more reason for us to put the hammer down.)
Lenny Dawson was named the MVP of Super Bowl IV. He was awarded a new Mercedes-Benz. Coincidentally, this years Super Bowl will be played in Mercedes-Benz Stadium. Far out.
Hey, have a Super day....
By Henry Stram Gibson
Love, Victurd
(While Dawson was the MVP, I made up the Mercedes car crap, but it made for a nice ending, sorry.)
Nixon was President. And now? Ha. A given.
They had Dave Hill, we have Tyreek.
Emmitt Thomas was a cornerback then. Emmitt Thomas is our cornerback coach now.
Curly Culp, Buck Buchanan, Bobby Bell, Willie Lanier, Jim Lynch, Johnny Robinson - were buttkickers. We have Harrison Butt-kicker.
Willie Mitchell was the punt returner, Mitchell Schwartz blocks on punts now.
Those Chiefs beat the hated rival the Oakland Raiders in the final AFL Championship game. These Chiefs beat the hated rival the Oakland Raiders in their final Regular Season game.
We're in the Hunt. Then was Lamar, now there's Clark.
The season then was marred a bit by Len Dawson's injury and also controversy surrounding purported involvement in a sports gambling ring. Kareem Hunt, seeya later.
Their defense allowed the fewest yards rushing and passing. This offense had the most total yards in the NFL (and points too.)
Dawson had a cig at halftime. At half, Mahomes will put ketchup on the cheeseburger he hadn't quite finished before the game.
Those Hall of Famers: Dawson, Lanier, Bell, Buchanan, Culp, Thomas, Stenerud, Stram (and probably Robinson to be inducted this year.) These? Houston? Reid? Mahomes? Hill? Kelce? Berry? Schwartz?
First round draft pick defensive back Jim Marsalis. First move this team, Alex Smith for defensive back Kendall Fuller.
18th and Vine was jivin'. 18th and Vine is revivin'.
Arrowhead on helmet. Arrowhead on helmet, check. (Also, on Stadium)
That team was the first Super Bowl era team to hold post season opponents to 10 or fewer points. This team, *I think, is the first NFL team to ever score 25 (or more) points per game, ever. (The *I think part is because I heard that, I ain't paid or professional, I'm a blogger for behogety sakes, but I think you can take that to the bank...or maybe a Savings and Loan, I dunno fer sure fer sure)
That team beat the Chargers, Broncos, Bengals.
This team beat the Chargers, Broncos, Bengals.
The 1969 KC Royals finished in last place.
The 2018 KC Royals finished in last place.
The Vikings were favored to win the Super Bowl.
The Saints are favored to win the Super Bowl.
Coach Stram had a local tailor custom fit each member of the team a suit jacket and pants to be worn on all road trips. This year, there's some dude in the stands that has a custom made outfit exactly matching that of Andy Reid's duds.
Coach Stram was the very first NFL coach to be 'miked up' for a game. Tyreek Hill became the very first player/camera operator in an NFL game.
Warpaint then, up/down the field after a score. Warpaint now, up/down field after a score. Then, Bob Johnson rode Warpaint, bareback and with headdress. Long, long ago, KC beat Oakland 42-10. John Madden, Oakland Coach, said after the game "We couldn't beat the Chiefs, but we damn near killed their horse." This team, Susie, KC Chiefs Cheerleader (in cheerleader outfit) rides the horse. Great game with the Rams. We couldn't beat 'em (54-51) but we damn near killed the horse.
OK, I'm 'history'ed out'.
I/we, those of us old enough to remember - know what a great time that was. Please please please please, allow history to repeat itself. Beat the drum. Do the tomahawk chop. Wear red (Friday). Hell, eat lots of ketchup. Drink a Guinness, yell loud, break a Guinness record. Sew your oats. Or, hell, give 'em to Warpaint. Not a big fan of Mitch Holthus's "Put the Hammer Down" but whatthehell, Put the Hammer Down. (Hey, wasn't Freddie "The Hammer" Williamson on that old Chiefs team? Nope, he put his hammer down in '67, started acting, all the more reason for us to put the hammer down.)
Lenny Dawson was named the MVP of Super Bowl IV. He was awarded a new Mercedes-Benz. Coincidentally, this years Super Bowl will be played in Mercedes-Benz Stadium. Far out.
Hey, have a Super day....
By Henry Stram Gibson
Love, Victurd
(While Dawson was the MVP, I made up the Mercedes car crap, but it made for a nice ending, sorry.)
Friday, January 04, 2019
Walls... not that one........
We, both sides of the wall, so to speak - are probably dreadfully tired of hearing and reading about it - so let's not go there.
My buddy Bubba. He's one of the nicest dudes I've ever met. Always a smile. Ya down? Bad mood? Ya tired? Ya just wanna veg out and stay the heck away from people? Well, ya can't with Bubba. He's the type of person, you see him, and in a millisecond he makes you feel good simply by the way he greets you. Uplifting. He puts you on the stage. He just makes ya feel good.
Bubba is a builder, in more ways than one. A retired Auto-worker, he started swinging his hammer long, long ago under the tutelage of his father. He put in his 40 hours, and sometimes 40+ at General Motors - then he'd go build. Hand me that 2 by 4. Hey, grab your hammer. No, not like that, like this. Somewhere along the way, he started his own company - has built many a house. Being 60-something now, he ain't "going like 60" like he used to - but he still builds.
Quite awhile ago - one of his best buds, a fairly successful entrepreneur, asked him to build a house. A really really big house. On TWO lots. A humongous, long ranch style home. Longer than you can throw a baseball (well, at least at age 60-something anyways.) So big, the surrounding neighbors are calling it "a strip mall." Bubba worries about his work. I tell him that's why he's damn good, but he still worries. Perfection, down to the inch, that be his goal - and he sees to it that's how it's done.
I've watched him now for a good, long while on this house.. Meeting with owners... architect.. Specifications.. City codes.. excavators.. bids from all kindsa contractors.. foundation.. plumbers.. cold weather.. rainy weather.. amendments to plans by owner.. rethinking, redoing everything..months and months and months.. and, for that very long time - we, friends at The Bubba Table (our almost daily gathering of old farts) have teased him "How's the big hole coming?"..
Presto - this week, the walls are going up. Yum, yeah, heck to the yeah. A super glistening to his already glistening eyes.
My name is Victor, but I will be "Frank" for a moment. I woke up 'low'. Mad at my eyes, body, 'awakedness', because for whatever reason I felt down. I got to thinking about everything in our world going on. I got to thinking about Facebook, yes, probably too bigga part of my life. I'd be lost without it - but there's certainly hurt (walls) within. It was just then I reminded myself "Victor, you're a pretty big idiot. Life is grand. Get your butt to the computer and write something POSITIVE about walls." YES SIR, whoever in the hell you are, I'll try.
Shortly after checking my checking account and savings account this morning, I found a pretty cool (to me) website. After checking those accounts, I said to myself "Self (thank you Richard Pryor, I will never forget you were the one who said that first).. self.. you could probably use a job." Uh huh, I probably could - so, MEBBE, just mebbe, this website will hire me as a stay at home in my jammies, drink my coffee, absolutely shutdown from 3pm to 4 (The Ellen Show) and I could promote their site:
WallsNeedLove.
They sell wallpaper, murals, decals with inspirational quotes, easy stripe, yada. Uplifting sayings. Oh yeah Victor? Like what?
Like "Love more, worry less".. Uh huh, and?
"All our dreams come true.. if we have the courage to pursue them." Walt Disney. Yeah, I've hearda him, he's from Missouri ain't he? Uh huh. OK, go on Victor..
"Why fit in when you were born to stand out?"... yep, continue..
"Wake up. Kick ass. Continue." But Victor, we've already beaten the Broncos twice?.. Aye yai yai.. and...
"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new." Albert Einstein. Albert, you ain't gotta worry about me on that one.. what else?
"It's a good day to have a good day"......... "You are living your story.".... "Believe there is good in the world."
"Nothing is impossible. The word itself says "I'm possible." Audrey Hepburn. Thanks Audrey, I'm hep to that.
"A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor."....... "Love more worry less."..... "Do something everyday that scares you." I likes that one, I really likes that one.
OK Victor, we get the idea. Chirpy sayings they are, thanks. Is that it?
Well... ahm no, actually it ain't. Since you asked, I'm actually starting a GoFundMeWallsNeedLove site. Simply gimme your credit card info, and for $266,873 I will arrange to have each and every positive-thinking wall decal rushed to your door (Free shipping, ha, take that "Prime.")
Victor, you are nuts, go back to bed.
No I ain't. All it takes is one sale for me to summons Bubba (after he builds the 'strip mall') to come build me a bigass house with nice walls. Heck, the folks that faked that homeless guy forking over his last $20 made over $400,000. Live and dream baby. (Hey, "Live and Dream baby", ha, that'd make a good decal!)
It's the end of this blog..... don't be a dog.
That is all.
Let friends in, don't build a wall,
By Henry Sheetrock Gibson,
Love, Victurd
My buddy Bubba. He's one of the nicest dudes I've ever met. Always a smile. Ya down? Bad mood? Ya tired? Ya just wanna veg out and stay the heck away from people? Well, ya can't with Bubba. He's the type of person, you see him, and in a millisecond he makes you feel good simply by the way he greets you. Uplifting. He puts you on the stage. He just makes ya feel good.
Bubba is a builder, in more ways than one. A retired Auto-worker, he started swinging his hammer long, long ago under the tutelage of his father. He put in his 40 hours, and sometimes 40+ at General Motors - then he'd go build. Hand me that 2 by 4. Hey, grab your hammer. No, not like that, like this. Somewhere along the way, he started his own company - has built many a house. Being 60-something now, he ain't "going like 60" like he used to - but he still builds.
Quite awhile ago - one of his best buds, a fairly successful entrepreneur, asked him to build a house. A really really big house. On TWO lots. A humongous, long ranch style home. Longer than you can throw a baseball (well, at least at age 60-something anyways.) So big, the surrounding neighbors are calling it "a strip mall." Bubba worries about his work. I tell him that's why he's damn good, but he still worries. Perfection, down to the inch, that be his goal - and he sees to it that's how it's done.
I've watched him now for a good, long while on this house.. Meeting with owners... architect.. Specifications.. City codes.. excavators.. bids from all kindsa contractors.. foundation.. plumbers.. cold weather.. rainy weather.. amendments to plans by owner.. rethinking, redoing everything..months and months and months.. and, for that very long time - we, friends at The Bubba Table (our almost daily gathering of old farts) have teased him "How's the big hole coming?"..
Presto - this week, the walls are going up. Yum, yeah, heck to the yeah. A super glistening to his already glistening eyes.
My name is Victor, but I will be "Frank" for a moment. I woke up 'low'. Mad at my eyes, body, 'awakedness', because for whatever reason I felt down. I got to thinking about everything in our world going on. I got to thinking about Facebook, yes, probably too bigga part of my life. I'd be lost without it - but there's certainly hurt (walls) within. It was just then I reminded myself "Victor, you're a pretty big idiot. Life is grand. Get your butt to the computer and write something POSITIVE about walls." YES SIR, whoever in the hell you are, I'll try.
Shortly after checking my checking account and savings account this morning, I found a pretty cool (to me) website. After checking those accounts, I said to myself "Self (thank you Richard Pryor, I will never forget you were the one who said that first).. self.. you could probably use a job." Uh huh, I probably could - so, MEBBE, just mebbe, this website will hire me as a stay at home in my jammies, drink my coffee, absolutely shutdown from 3pm to 4 (The Ellen Show) and I could promote their site:
WallsNeedLove.
They sell wallpaper, murals, decals with inspirational quotes, easy stripe, yada. Uplifting sayings. Oh yeah Victor? Like what?
Like "Love more, worry less".. Uh huh, and?
"All our dreams come true.. if we have the courage to pursue them." Walt Disney. Yeah, I've hearda him, he's from Missouri ain't he? Uh huh. OK, go on Victor..
"Why fit in when you were born to stand out?"... yep, continue..
"Wake up. Kick ass. Continue." But Victor, we've already beaten the Broncos twice?.. Aye yai yai.. and...
"A person who never made a mistake never tried anything new." Albert Einstein. Albert, you ain't gotta worry about me on that one.. what else?
"It's a good day to have a good day"......... "You are living your story.".... "Believe there is good in the world."
"Nothing is impossible. The word itself says "I'm possible." Audrey Hepburn. Thanks Audrey, I'm hep to that.
"A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor."....... "Love more worry less."..... "Do something everyday that scares you." I likes that one, I really likes that one.
OK Victor, we get the idea. Chirpy sayings they are, thanks. Is that it?
Well... ahm no, actually it ain't. Since you asked, I'm actually starting a GoFundMeWallsNeedLove site. Simply gimme your credit card info, and for $266,873 I will arrange to have each and every positive-thinking wall decal rushed to your door (Free shipping, ha, take that "Prime.")
Victor, you are nuts, go back to bed.
No I ain't. All it takes is one sale for me to summons Bubba (after he builds the 'strip mall') to come build me a bigass house with nice walls. Heck, the folks that faked that homeless guy forking over his last $20 made over $400,000. Live and dream baby. (Hey, "Live and Dream baby", ha, that'd make a good decal!)
It's the end of this blog..... don't be a dog.
That is all.
Let friends in, don't build a wall,
By Henry Sheetrock Gibson,
Love, Victurd
Thursday, January 03, 2019
I can never stop searching for good, canoe?
Life, this planet is so interesting, wondrous, and yep, sometimes even god-awful...
To peek at it as a sphere, sometimes ya wanna grab it, take a huge ole bite outta it for it's succulence... Other times, you look at it asking "why", and then ya feel like kicking it like a soccer ball.
There are a lot of things I'm not very good at. Sitting in the front passenger seat of a car is likely my 'biggest worst.' Close behind are the many hours I plop in my easy chair and ADHD my way with the remote until something nabs my interest. Sometimes this is easy, a click or two... many times I'll find something, watch for a few and then think "nope, I'm an old fart, old farts die.. I don't wanna spend my remaining old fart hours watching something like this." Such was the case of, and pardon the interruption, looks like I needta start a new paragraph, so gonna..
Sorry.. kinda.. Everyone had hyped up Ozark on Netflix. I clicked my way to it. I watched for awhile.. it just didn't grab me.. I even rewound and watched parts over again thinking "this is probably critical for the whole thing, I'd better pay closer attention," and then wizbang, within 5 minutes some lady walked in the bathroom - and a couple minutes later there were ten bullet holes in that door. Nope, huh uh, nada.. Might float your boat, and that's all good. Me,I spent way too many hours a few years back stressing over stuff like that with Breaking Bad, I'm an old fart, old farts die, I ain't gonna spend precious time watching this. Switched, over to...........
The SEC Channel.. a special on Chucky Mullins, Ole Miss football player. This grabbed me, in spite of it's sadness. Chucky had the kinda smile you couldn't wipe off his face. I love people like that, because it simply begs the question "DON'T YOU LIVE IN THE SAME WORLD I DO?" He did. Everyone loved Chucky. They visited his hometown, yep, loved. They visited Ole Miss, former players, coaches, yep, loved. in 1989, in a game against Vanderbilt, Chucky, playing defensive back, lunged to make a tackle, hit Vandy fullback Brad Gaines head first and it didn't end well. New paragraph.
Motionless, an ambulance was summoned, he was placed on the board, taken to the hospital - and he never ever regained any feeling from the neck down. Yes, I remember I said I was an old fart, and no, this doesn't seem like something 'enjoyable' to watch - but.. What grabbed me was Chucky's smile. He never lost that smile. Gaines, the player he hit, went to see him in the hospital. Chucky knew who he was, and he offered the first words, "not your fault." Gaines went again, and again and again to see him. They became good friends. Sorry, anudder paragraph.
Chucky would return to school to school to finish his degree (his forever outlook on life, "Never Quit.").. He/Gaines, best buds. Two years later he passed due to a pulmonary embolism. The day of the funeral, the football team rode by bus to it.. They passed Gaines walking to it, pulled over, stopped, picked him up.. the coach announced "Boys, you all know who this is. But today, he's an Ole Miss Rebel." To this day, Gaines, the player Chucky hit, makes the four hour drive to Chucky's grave three times a year.. on Chucky's birthday, the anniversary of the hit, and, the date of his death. He clips the grass around the large monument, washes/polishes it.. and sits for a long, long time.
There is a statue of Chucky just outside the tunnel leading onto the Ole Miss football field.. as the players run onto the field, one by one they touch it ("Don't quit") for good luck.
Of course I've thankfully watched happy stuff.. much.. but too I've caught other sad, gripping stories. A recent documentary on Derrick Thomas..the greatness of his ability on the football field sure, but the equal greatness of him as a person, a father, and the many hours of charitable work he put in before his much too early death at age 33. No, Derrick wasn't perfect. He has quite a few children by different mothers, and I don't believe he ever married. Still, he never missed a Christmas, a Birthday, or any beck and call by 'mom' when his children were in need.
Another day I thumbed onto Channel 9 locally, only to catch morning anchor Donna Pitman being interviewed, in tears, as they discussed the recent diagnosis of her two year old son - Pompe Disease, and how basically his learning is severely delayed. The love and sorrow in her eyes gripped me. I read a blog she started to help others who learn of their children having a similar diagnosis - and she hooks them up with programs they found to assist them in this path. Taking 'yuck' head on, with love, devotion, and thinking of others in doing so.
Yes, I remember recalling I'm an old fart, and old farts generally don't have tons of time left, WHY, then why would I chose to watch things like this... Easy. Chucky didn't want people worrying about him. He smiled when it was the only muscle he had left in his body that worked. The Chiefs showed a picture of the literal hundreds and hundreds of children Derrick Thomas has assisted educationally with his 3rd and Long program. Certain too you remember Derrick's ever present smile. Donna's too. Love. Love reigned loudly from all three.
I saw a meme recently and it made me think of Chucky and Derrick. A little boy asked his mom "Mom, why do the best people die?" "When you're in a garden, which flowers do you pick?" "The most beautiful ones."
OK Victor, all well and good.. I'm still thrown by the "I can never stop searching for good, canoe" post title. Why?
There are many things in life I love. I often ask myself "What's your favorite thing to do, where would you go right now if you could?" One of my favorites is being in a canoe, floating peacefully down river. You can't knock the smile off my face there. Ya get those moments where you wanna take that big ole wonderful bite outta life. Sure, it too likens the Fools Gold of Life sometimes (getting in, especially when one is an old fart.. having to get out and carry the canoe when the water level is too low.. the rapids, oh the rapids.)... Nonetheless, it's a huge reminder of how good, beautiful and peaceful life is.
May your remote and your own steps lead you to love.. gripping.. admiration.. comfort.. Don't quit in searching for good...
I can never stop searching for good, canoe?
Love, Victurd
To peek at it as a sphere, sometimes ya wanna grab it, take a huge ole bite outta it for it's succulence... Other times, you look at it asking "why", and then ya feel like kicking it like a soccer ball.
There are a lot of things I'm not very good at. Sitting in the front passenger seat of a car is likely my 'biggest worst.' Close behind are the many hours I plop in my easy chair and ADHD my way with the remote until something nabs my interest. Sometimes this is easy, a click or two... many times I'll find something, watch for a few and then think "nope, I'm an old fart, old farts die.. I don't wanna spend my remaining old fart hours watching something like this." Such was the case of, and pardon the interruption, looks like I needta start a new paragraph, so gonna..
Sorry.. kinda.. Everyone had hyped up Ozark on Netflix. I clicked my way to it. I watched for awhile.. it just didn't grab me.. I even rewound and watched parts over again thinking "this is probably critical for the whole thing, I'd better pay closer attention," and then wizbang, within 5 minutes some lady walked in the bathroom - and a couple minutes later there were ten bullet holes in that door. Nope, huh uh, nada.. Might float your boat, and that's all good. Me,I spent way too many hours a few years back stressing over stuff like that with Breaking Bad, I'm an old fart, old farts die, I ain't gonna spend precious time watching this. Switched, over to...........
The SEC Channel.. a special on Chucky Mullins, Ole Miss football player. This grabbed me, in spite of it's sadness. Chucky had the kinda smile you couldn't wipe off his face. I love people like that, because it simply begs the question "DON'T YOU LIVE IN THE SAME WORLD I DO?" He did. Everyone loved Chucky. They visited his hometown, yep, loved. They visited Ole Miss, former players, coaches, yep, loved. in 1989, in a game against Vanderbilt, Chucky, playing defensive back, lunged to make a tackle, hit Vandy fullback Brad Gaines head first and it didn't end well. New paragraph.
Motionless, an ambulance was summoned, he was placed on the board, taken to the hospital - and he never ever regained any feeling from the neck down. Yes, I remember I said I was an old fart, and no, this doesn't seem like something 'enjoyable' to watch - but.. What grabbed me was Chucky's smile. He never lost that smile. Gaines, the player he hit, went to see him in the hospital. Chucky knew who he was, and he offered the first words, "not your fault." Gaines went again, and again and again to see him. They became good friends. Sorry, anudder paragraph.
Chucky would return to school to school to finish his degree (his forever outlook on life, "Never Quit.").. He/Gaines, best buds. Two years later he passed due to a pulmonary embolism. The day of the funeral, the football team rode by bus to it.. They passed Gaines walking to it, pulled over, stopped, picked him up.. the coach announced "Boys, you all know who this is. But today, he's an Ole Miss Rebel." To this day, Gaines, the player Chucky hit, makes the four hour drive to Chucky's grave three times a year.. on Chucky's birthday, the anniversary of the hit, and, the date of his death. He clips the grass around the large monument, washes/polishes it.. and sits for a long, long time.
There is a statue of Chucky just outside the tunnel leading onto the Ole Miss football field.. as the players run onto the field, one by one they touch it ("Don't quit") for good luck.
Of course I've thankfully watched happy stuff.. much.. but too I've caught other sad, gripping stories. A recent documentary on Derrick Thomas..the greatness of his ability on the football field sure, but the equal greatness of him as a person, a father, and the many hours of charitable work he put in before his much too early death at age 33. No, Derrick wasn't perfect. He has quite a few children by different mothers, and I don't believe he ever married. Still, he never missed a Christmas, a Birthday, or any beck and call by 'mom' when his children were in need.
Another day I thumbed onto Channel 9 locally, only to catch morning anchor Donna Pitman being interviewed, in tears, as they discussed the recent diagnosis of her two year old son - Pompe Disease, and how basically his learning is severely delayed. The love and sorrow in her eyes gripped me. I read a blog she started to help others who learn of their children having a similar diagnosis - and she hooks them up with programs they found to assist them in this path. Taking 'yuck' head on, with love, devotion, and thinking of others in doing so.
Yes, I remember recalling I'm an old fart, and old farts generally don't have tons of time left, WHY, then why would I chose to watch things like this... Easy. Chucky didn't want people worrying about him. He smiled when it was the only muscle he had left in his body that worked. The Chiefs showed a picture of the literal hundreds and hundreds of children Derrick Thomas has assisted educationally with his 3rd and Long program. Certain too you remember Derrick's ever present smile. Donna's too. Love. Love reigned loudly from all three.
I saw a meme recently and it made me think of Chucky and Derrick. A little boy asked his mom "Mom, why do the best people die?" "When you're in a garden, which flowers do you pick?" "The most beautiful ones."
OK Victor, all well and good.. I'm still thrown by the "I can never stop searching for good, canoe" post title. Why?
There are many things in life I love. I often ask myself "What's your favorite thing to do, where would you go right now if you could?" One of my favorites is being in a canoe, floating peacefully down river. You can't knock the smile off my face there. Ya get those moments where you wanna take that big ole wonderful bite outta life. Sure, it too likens the Fools Gold of Life sometimes (getting in, especially when one is an old fart.. having to get out and carry the canoe when the water level is too low.. the rapids, oh the rapids.)... Nonetheless, it's a huge reminder of how good, beautiful and peaceful life is.
May your remote and your own steps lead you to love.. gripping.. admiration.. comfort.. Don't quit in searching for good...
I can never stop searching for good, canoe?
Love, Victurd
Wednesday, January 02, 2019
So... I took this hidden microphone into DC to that big dome thingy....
Humpty Dumpty wanted to sit on a wall.....
To which the Great Senator Phil E. Buster got the conversation rolling
"I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me..
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga..."
To the other side of the aisle the response was:
"Pleased to meet you (Phil)
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah (Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it,
get down (Woo woo, woo woo)...
Continuing:
Tell me baby (Woo woo), what's my name (Woo woo)
Tell me honey (Woo woo), can ya guess my name (Woo woo)
Tell me baby (Woo woo), what's my name (Woo woo)
I tell you one time, you're to blame (Woo woo)"
The Timer went off............. other side:
"I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together...
I am the eggman (Ooh)
They are the eggmen (Ooh)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' job
Goo goo g' job
G' goo goo g' job
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' goo g' goo goo g' joob job
Joob joob..."
Timer went off.. "Coffee break, back in 45 minutes"...
Reconvening:
"Now we're together nearly every single day, singin'
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
A-we're so happy and that's how we're gonna stay, singin'
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh yeah
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do, we'll sing it
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"...
In preparation for his turn with the mike... the longterm Senator:
He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink
He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink
and starts by referencing previous bipartisan efforts:
"I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down..."
LUNCH........ BACK IN TWO HOURS....
The Rookie Senator starts the afternoon session:
"It might seem crazy what I'm about to say
Sunshine she's here, you can take a break
I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don't care, baby, by the way....
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do"...
The sound of gavel pounding, "Back on course! Back on course!"
"We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall."
Afternoon break, seeya in an hour.......
The Senator from Texas began:
"Now my good friends, it behooves me to be solemn and declare,
I'm for goodness and for profit and for living clean and saying daily prayer.
And now, my good friends, you can sleep nights, I'll continue to stand tall.
You can trust me, for I promise, I shall keep a watchful eye upon ya'll...
Ooh I love to dance a little sidestep, now they see me now they don't-
I've come and gone and, ooh I love to sweep around the wide step,
cut a little swathe and lead the people on."
Sensing the frustration, the Gavel pounded once again.. and it was announced:
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat? So moved to reconvene.. today is Wednesday, please be back Monday at 9am....."
"Treasurer, could you come to the front please?.........."
"Yessir?"..
"Well, just wondering if you could give us a cost breakdown on today?"
"Sure Sir, our Senators and Representatives average working 138 days per year, with a salary of $174,000 each.. so the cost today was $1,260.87 each, or, $674,565.45 total for today Sir."
"Thanks... well, at least we made some headway on this wall thing and on getting our 800,000 Federal Employees back to work.. Seeya Monday."
By The Honorable Henry Gibson
Love, Victurd
To which the Great Senator Phil E. Buster got the conversation rolling
"I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me..
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga
Ooga-chaka Ooga-Ooga..."
To the other side of the aisle the response was:
"Pleased to meet you (Phil)
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah (Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it,
get down (Woo woo, woo woo)...
Continuing:
Tell me baby (Woo woo), what's my name (Woo woo)
Tell me honey (Woo woo), can ya guess my name (Woo woo)
Tell me baby (Woo woo), what's my name (Woo woo)
I tell you one time, you're to blame (Woo woo)"
The Timer went off............. other side:
"I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together...
I am the eggman (Ooh)
They are the eggmen (Ooh)
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' job
Goo goo g' job
G' goo goo g' job
Goo goo g' joob, goo goo g' goo g' goo goo g' joob job
Joob joob..."
Timer went off.. "Coffee break, back in 45 minutes"...
Reconvening:
"Now we're together nearly every single day, singin'
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
A-we're so happy and that's how we're gonna stay, singin'
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh yeah
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do, we'll sing it
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah
Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"...
In preparation for his turn with the mike... the longterm Senator:
He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink
He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink
and starts by referencing previous bipartisan efforts:
"I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down..."
LUNCH........ BACK IN TWO HOURS....
The Rookie Senator starts the afternoon session:
"It might seem crazy what I'm about to say
Sunshine she's here, you can take a break
I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don't care, baby, by the way....
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do"...
The sound of gavel pounding, "Back on course! Back on course!"
"We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall."
Afternoon break, seeya in an hour.......
The Senator from Texas began:
"Now my good friends, it behooves me to be solemn and declare,
I'm for goodness and for profit and for living clean and saying daily prayer.
And now, my good friends, you can sleep nights, I'll continue to stand tall.
You can trust me, for I promise, I shall keep a watchful eye upon ya'll...
Ooh I love to dance a little sidestep, now they see me now they don't-
I've come and gone and, ooh I love to sweep around the wide step,
cut a little swathe and lead the people on."
Sensing the frustration, the Gavel pounded once again.. and it was announced:
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat? So moved to reconvene.. today is Wednesday, please be back Monday at 9am....."
"Treasurer, could you come to the front please?.........."
"Yessir?"..
"Well, just wondering if you could give us a cost breakdown on today?"
"Sure Sir, our Senators and Representatives average working 138 days per year, with a salary of $174,000 each.. so the cost today was $1,260.87 each, or, $674,565.45 total for today Sir."
"Thanks... well, at least we made some headway on this wall thing and on getting our 800,000 Federal Employees back to work.. Seeya Monday."
By The Honorable Henry Gibson
Love, Victurd
Tuesday, January 01, 2019
2019 Predictions...........or..... was it a dream?
The Kansas City Royals will become the first team to lead the Major Leagues in Stolen Bases while incurring 100 losses. Excited by this, Ned Yost/Dayton Moore will agree to a contract extension for Ned thru the 2032 Season, remarking "That's what speed do."
The Chiefs will...............
Sporting Kansas City will... Sporting Kansas City will...... OK, futball fanatics, close your ears. Does anyone really care? I try to read the paper about them.. I can't.. I catnap through one of their (LONG) games on TV, it ends 0-0. I try to watch them, the standings, then, midway thru the season they will play some team that ain't even in the league for some kinda Cup or other.. I no get it. I no care. Write your own prediction here, thanks and sorry.
University of Kansas Athletic Director Jeff Long will summon Bill Self into his office, announcing "Bill, I'm calling you in on the carpet." Bill will reply, "Well ah, ah, OK Jeff, you got me, it is a hairpiece." Long will reply, "No Bill, I'm talking about this Adidas crap?"
Local ABC, CBS, NBC affiliates will unite, secretly, and will agree to a "Scouts honor" pledge to get ridda any reporter, weather person, anchor, Sports dude, yada, over the age of 37 - while keeping any/all non-essential (they ain't on-air) employees up thru Bill Snyder age, thereby combating any EEOP accusations.
The Chiefs will...............
Harrison ("Little Man") Porter, 6'8" Seventh grader, will sign a letter of intent to play basketball at MU. Exactly two weeks later, he will severely sever the four fingers on his shooting hand while carving his Soap Box Derby car, thereby rendering him unable to ever play basketball again.
In a joint announcement, Frontier Airlines and Spirit Airlines announce "Screw you guys... how can you expect us to divvy up our fair share for the baggage carousel system when it costs more to Uber from OP, KS to KCI than it does to fly on us from here to Orlando, we're both moving our operations to the Charles B. Wheeler Downtown Airport." Mayor Sly James, when asked by KC Star reporters what he intended to do, replied "I'm not real sure, it wasn't my idea to have the Mayoral office be a one-term thing, good luck to whoever is running."
The Chiefs will................
Change.Org, in effort to start 2019 on the right, peaceful, united foot, will organize and promote a concert in RFK Stadium, Washington DC - and the headliners will be Sister Sledge and Sly and the Family Stone. They will sing their famed "We are family" and "It's a family affair"... Someone will soon after Tweet "No we're not.. No it's not." Demonstrators will throw eggs at the performers, and Fox News swears they have inside information the egg throwers were financed by George Soros... CNN will immediately denounce this claim, posting pictures of eggshells on the doorstep of their DC office, stating "Nuh uh, they got us too."
In a much more congenial concert, Willie Nelson and Keith Richards - in a late November AARP Convention in Ypsilanti, Michigan will delight frozen convention goers with their rendition of "Baby, it's cold outside."
The Chiefs will...............
Hiram Masters, the inventor of "The Remote Start" will team with his cousin Luther P. Johnson (Sex counselor) and they will introduce their new product Masters and Johnson's "Remote Sex". Men (and women)everywhere will rejoice. Women can now either rollover or go shopping anytime they want. Men can now, well, you know, anytime they want, be it in their man cave, garage, den, bedroom, yada.. simply by summoning "Alexa, c'mere bebbe." Sales are predicted to surpass Amazon totals by the 4th quarter of 2019.
It was then I woke up.. so it musta been a dream.
I ain't really sure what the Chiefs will do. You?
Welcome 2019, we were kinda sorta ready for a change.
By Henry Orwell Gibson,
Love, Victurd
The Chiefs will...............
Sporting Kansas City will... Sporting Kansas City will...... OK, futball fanatics, close your ears. Does anyone really care? I try to read the paper about them.. I can't.. I catnap through one of their (LONG) games on TV, it ends 0-0. I try to watch them, the standings, then, midway thru the season they will play some team that ain't even in the league for some kinda Cup or other.. I no get it. I no care. Write your own prediction here, thanks and sorry.
University of Kansas Athletic Director Jeff Long will summon Bill Self into his office, announcing "Bill, I'm calling you in on the carpet." Bill will reply, "Well ah, ah, OK Jeff, you got me, it is a hairpiece." Long will reply, "No Bill, I'm talking about this Adidas crap?"
Local ABC, CBS, NBC affiliates will unite, secretly, and will agree to a "Scouts honor" pledge to get ridda any reporter, weather person, anchor, Sports dude, yada, over the age of 37 - while keeping any/all non-essential (they ain't on-air) employees up thru Bill Snyder age, thereby combating any EEOP accusations.
The Chiefs will...............
Harrison ("Little Man") Porter, 6'8" Seventh grader, will sign a letter of intent to play basketball at MU. Exactly two weeks later, he will severely sever the four fingers on his shooting hand while carving his Soap Box Derby car, thereby rendering him unable to ever play basketball again.
In a joint announcement, Frontier Airlines and Spirit Airlines announce "Screw you guys... how can you expect us to divvy up our fair share for the baggage carousel system when it costs more to Uber from OP, KS to KCI than it does to fly on us from here to Orlando, we're both moving our operations to the Charles B. Wheeler Downtown Airport." Mayor Sly James, when asked by KC Star reporters what he intended to do, replied "I'm not real sure, it wasn't my idea to have the Mayoral office be a one-term thing, good luck to whoever is running."
The Chiefs will................
Change.Org, in effort to start 2019 on the right, peaceful, united foot, will organize and promote a concert in RFK Stadium, Washington DC - and the headliners will be Sister Sledge and Sly and the Family Stone. They will sing their famed "We are family" and "It's a family affair"... Someone will soon after Tweet "No we're not.. No it's not." Demonstrators will throw eggs at the performers, and Fox News swears they have inside information the egg throwers were financed by George Soros... CNN will immediately denounce this claim, posting pictures of eggshells on the doorstep of their DC office, stating "Nuh uh, they got us too."
In a much more congenial concert, Willie Nelson and Keith Richards - in a late November AARP Convention in Ypsilanti, Michigan will delight frozen convention goers with their rendition of "Baby, it's cold outside."
The Chiefs will...............
Hiram Masters, the inventor of "The Remote Start" will team with his cousin Luther P. Johnson (Sex counselor) and they will introduce their new product Masters and Johnson's "Remote Sex". Men (and women)everywhere will rejoice. Women can now either rollover or go shopping anytime they want. Men can now, well, you know, anytime they want, be it in their man cave, garage, den, bedroom, yada.. simply by summoning "Alexa, c'mere bebbe." Sales are predicted to surpass Amazon totals by the 4th quarter of 2019.
It was then I woke up.. so it musta been a dream.
I ain't really sure what the Chiefs will do. You?
Welcome 2019, we were kinda sorta ready for a change.
By Henry Orwell Gibson,
Love, Victurd
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)