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Ugh, this is getting serious. Not only is there another cartoon about mulch featuring dad jokes, but I have one scheduled for next Saturday, too.

Checking dosage on meds now.
Twitter is a rich mélange of conspiracy theories, breaking news, cat videos (thanks, Thomas Edison), and some wild pics, some of which I will share with you today … because I’m too lazy to do a real blog post.
Here’s a disturbing one …

I guess that heading is a grammatically-flawed QAnon conspiracy nutjob group saying. Grammar aside, what bothered me more is the image, with Trump being guided by … Jared Leto?

For my own well-being, I needed to fix the image just a bit …
I’ve enjoyed a most excellent concert year and spent most of my summer doing this …

Which I have to admit was sort of weird when I went to the symphony.
I tempted fate and tried to sneak in one more concert last week before summer ended. It was a deal I couldn’t refuse. I was in St. Louis “on business” again. My evening was my own. Once again, a major music act was not selling concert tickets for their stop in St. Louis. That is not unusual. I received an email with good seats being offered at much lower prices than the cheap, nosebleed seats I had been eyeing. I also had a couple Ticketmaster vouchers worth a few bucks. In the end, I think this is the only time I have ever seen this on my ticket receipt …
Continue reading “New Music for Old Rockers – Summer Bummer Concert Edition”

This is a post with electrical humor, starting with the title. Current, get it? If you do, immediately increase your meds. I could make a case for ‘brush’ in the title also being part of the electrical humor, since the allegedly great person I met yesterday discussed with me the merits of brushed vs. brushless DC electrical motors. Well, that last sentence should have ferreted out all the casual blog browsers. Good riddance! For those that remain reading, here is the guy I met yesterday in my brush with greatness …

No, not Thomas Edison, famous for the world’s first cat video. Oh, you say you didn’t know that Edison invented cat videos? Well, take a look at what passed for boxing cats in the 19th century …
I headed out the other day on another business trip. As I drove southwest on a beautiful early fall afternoon, I rolled down the windows and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on my skin and the wind blowing through my hair … on my arms. I couldn’t help notice that as the sun illuminated my arm hair, it glistened with a reddish hue. Being part Irish, having reddish hair shouldn’t be unexpected, but I hadn’t noticed it before. That was disconcerting, but not as distressing as seeing this when I checked into my hotel room that evening …

Uh-oh, not another cartoon about mulch.

There’s not mulch I can do to stop them.

I take back anything bad I wrote about Twitter in this morning’s post. All is forgiven when I see the dictionary apparently trolling Trump on Twitter today.

I officially love Twitter and find it wonderfully exhilarating.
Don’t follow me on Twitter, please, not like any sane person would have any interest in doing that. I use Twitter to keep up on the latest Trump Resistance conspiracy theories and rage against Trump’s nonsensical tweets. I did get a kick out of engaging in some Twitter communication with my all-time favorite DJ just last weekend when he tweeted out that he was featuring music from 1982 on his Saturday morning show.

I think that’s what Twitter was supposed to be. Instead, we get idiotic Trump tweets like these …
Whenever I tell people I have a gift for writing, they typically ask me if I kept the gift receipt.
It’s 1966. It’s the height of Motown. The AM airwaves are filled with hits from female Motown artists like Martha Reeves & the Vandellas, Diana Ross & the Supremes, the Marvelettes, Gladys Knight & the Pips, and of course … Brittany Howard with this great tune called “Stay High.”
That is one super-sweet video that tugs at your heartstrings until it pulls them right out of your body, leaving you heartstringless. Except, isn’t that Terry Crews from America’s Got Talent singing it? He wasn’t born yet in 1966. And how could Brittany Howard record this? She was born decades after 1966. And they look nothing alike.

Brittany Howard is on the left and Terry Crews is on the right. Definitely NOT the same person. Neither alive in 1966. There is a simple explanation.
Continue reading “New Music for Old Rockers – Staying High with Brittany Howard”


Yesterday, while Democratic candidates were beating each other up in a debate, House Republicans on a retreat in Baltimore were listening to a rambling, repetitive diatribe from guest-slurrer Donald Trump. Yes, the same Baltimore that Trump decried as rat-infested. So, MadDog PAC and Twitter provocateur Claude Taylor (@TrueFactsStated) took their Trump Rat Truck to Baltimore to join the protests. Oh, they also embellished the street sign a bit.

I just bought one of those signs from MadDog PAC (you can too at www.maddogpac.com) and am looking for a landing spot on the Flanigan compound to proudly display it. The Baltimore Sun covered the event and the counter-protests. I read their article online mainly to see what they said about the Trump Rat Truck. However, in the course of reading the article, an ad came up. That’s normal, but this time the ad was just so apropos. The article was talking about House Republicans losing the majority in 2018, and this was the ad that followed …
Yes, the news is that I will lose my old man leg. Well, that sounds like an ominous way to start a blog post, doesn’t it? A couple days ago, I reported that I had developed an old man’s leg full of ulcerous sores. Ulcerous sores? Now there’s a good name for a band. Anyway, I’m going to be losing my old man leg. Thankfully, not this way …

Despite my leg looking worse …
BREAKING NEWS: To commemorate 9/11, Donald Trump will play 9 holes today with only 11 clubs in his bag. He will honor the victims by NOT using a pitching wedge.
No, not that wooden one shown as the featured pic. And I know, if I have an old man’s leg, I should return it. But this one is mine, literally. I was mucking about in the wilds of our property defoliating an area (should have used the Agent Orange on clearance at the Army surplus store), and I know I cut up my legs a bit. Either every cut got infected or I’m allergic to whatever cut my legs, because now I have one that looks like this with ulcers and sores all over …
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