
Mite Be Funny #28

Jim Flanigan Looks at the World
Turning the Mundane into Fundane Since 2015



Does anyone remember the Molly Hatchet song by that title? No, neither do I, except for the title. That’s a good song title. That’s what I was doing last night on my way out to dinner with friends.
On my drive to dinner that should have taken 45 minutes, but took over an hour, I was stopped by a train, encountered construction delays, and had to take a detour due to road closure. OK, so those are not really disasters, but once I got past them, there was impending disaster headed right at me as I was waiting stopped at a stoplight.
I could see it coming towards me from the driver’s side. I didn’t have much time to react, but even if I had, my sloth-like reflexes would have been over-matched. There was no way I was avoiding this disaster. I was going to be hit.
Do you get telemarketing calls that begin with “Stop what you are doing?” They are trying to get our attention with that direct order. I get them all the time. Having been married so long, I have extensive experience following direct orders like that and I absolutely, positively follow their directions every single time I get that call.
I’ve had a weird series of nights recently that have left me befuddled and very suspicious of nightfall.







Donald Trump has approved the release of federal aid to Texas due to the catastrophic disaster caused by Hurricane Harvey.
Meanwhile, Donald Trump has denied the release of federal aid to the rest of the USA in spite of the catastrophic disaster caused by Donald Trump.
Those pharmaceutical commercials do work. I’m considering asking my doctor about Otezla. Here’s their attention-getting commercial …
This will replace my last diet plan. Remember the last one?


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I’m glad the eclipse is over so I can go back to staring directly at the sun.