I started off to write about snow days, but decided it had all been said. No school, sledding, hot chocolate, shoveling, moronic drivers, walk-to-school-uphill-both-ways-chased-by-hungry wolves, pesky kids, blah blah blah, so I stopped.

Then I thought I’d write something further about the Arizona shootings and the “vitriolic rhetoric” backlash, but then I realized I’d just be adding to it. Besides, I despise writing about politics or anything vaguely political.
I could write about how much I used to like winter and snow and cold only to trail off into a whining complaint about my back/fingers/knees/hands, but I still LIKE winter and snow. Maybe I don’t get out and sled or build snowmen like I used to, but I do still prefer winter weather. Besides, I don’t want to sound any more like a grumpy old fart than I already do, as well.
I have a couple of partially finished quasi-philosophical postings, but I want to work on them more. Their subject matter deserves better than this kind of wrangling rambling rant I’ve been writing recently. I could do a post about not writing something, but how unutterably sad would that be to sit and electronically scribble about my own lack of imagination and inspiration??



Federal judge dead, congresswoman among 12 wounded in shooting  http://www.cnn.com/2011/CRIME/01/08/arizona.shooting/index.html?hpt=T1&iref=BN1

  Well crap.  A U.S. Representative who wants to meet with real, non-special interest people and she gets shot for her efforts, along with several others.  So many “Representatives” never leave The Beltway until elections, and when one does, this happens.  I don’t know if I agreed with her on all topics or not, but she was making the effort to stay in touch with her constituency, and that, in my book makes her special. 

  I know, the shooter was “mentally unstable”– who isn’t??  I’m not the poster child for rational thought, nor am I noted for being the most tolerant of people to those I perceive as being “wrong” (i.e., disagreeing with me.)  This is why I usually do not discuss politics– with anyone.  It’s the only way Mary and I have stayed together for so long.  Those who have seen me in action at work or elsewhere know exactly what I mean. 

  However, I have never resorted to violence on any level.  It’s simply not worth it.  What, precisely, does it accomplish?  I’ve heard many people say someone ought to shoot “Reverend” Fred Phelps because they think  he is an infected hair follicle on the face of humanity.  Will people stop hating because one man is dead?   Extremist abortion opponents kill the doctors and blow up clinics to save unborn babies.  Oh, yeah, I see the logic there.  Kinda like the “peace activists” of the 1960’s who set off bombs to oppose the war.  Say what?

  I’m just too bummed to add anymore to this.


Well, dog-gone the doggone if I didn’t miss a day!!  Nobody probably noticed, anyway, except me.  I mean, realistically who can I expect to read these brain farts??  The best day I’ve had so far this week I had eight views.   Wow!!  Many more days like that and I can start selling ads!!

Oh well, maybe if I post two today I’ll get back on track.  Right now I’m listening to the north wind whistle around the window over which I need to put plastic.  Heck, it beats a lot of the “music” they throw at us these days!!  Maybe I should properly re-connect my computer’s speakers so I can listen to Flogging Molly?  Or I could look for that missing gift card from Barnes & Noble.  Or,… HEY!!! What’s that shiny thing over there????

How many idiots can dance on the point of a pin?

  A philosophical question, to be certain.  Usually phrased as “angels” and “the head of a pin.”  However, it’s my blog, and if I’m gonna make it idiots, I don’t want to make it too easy for them.  The more that fall off, the better.

  Now we come to the definition of  “idiot.”  Everyone has their own personal definition, but I think they all boil down to any person who is having trouble seeing things as logically and sensibly as you are at any given time.

  For example, the driving idiot who doesn’t understand that you got perfect marks in Driver’s Ed, so of course you know the correct way to drive, and they obviously do not.  Or the political idiot, who is so obviously wrong they must realize it, but they refuse to agree with you out of pig-headedness.  How about the religious idiot, arrogantly trying to convince you of the error of YOUR ways!! 

  I think I’m finally near a point here, so I’d better make it.  We are all idiots at one time or another.  It’s been impossible to avoid since the gates of Eden closed behind us.

  I warned you this would occasionally be the stream of consciousness ramblings of a curmudgeon.

Editing literature

Have you heard the latest craze??


So now instead of BURNING or BANNING “Huckleberry Finn”, we’ll just rewrite it so it isn’t so objectionable.  

Well, why not?? Let’s edit all literature to fit our modern sensibilities??

William Shakespeare’s Hamlet Act III, Scene 1:

“WTF, man?  I mean like which is better, to fight or to fly??   Man oh man, I gotta think about this.”

William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar Act III Scene 2 Line 75  

“Listen up!  I’m here to plant this sucker, not blow smoke up your butts!! ”

Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus

They went to war and burned Ilium for this chick?”

Get real, people.  I could go on, but it’s late, and I wanna get this out there while my disgust is fresh!

Arrowing experience

You shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to Earth you know not where.

But I know where you stupid,… git
It came down where it could have hit
My wife, my son, my dog or me
instead of landing by that tree!!

I thought everyone was quite aware
of Newton’s law of things in the air
That what goes up, eventually
returns to Earth quite speedily!!

That Carbon Express® AMPED-XS
you set to flight with such largesse
was found this evening in patch
of brush near homes, you booby-hatch!!

I have your missile sir or ma’am
And being the person that I am
Return it I will surely do so
If I may just borrow your bow!!

A post a day

I despise New Year’s Resolutions.  I usually want nothing to do with them.  So let’s not call this a “resolution.”   Rather, let’s call it a commitment, or a recurring task.

However, I was reminded recently that I had this blog sitting out there, gathering cyber dust and world-wide cobwebs.   It seemed inordinately convenient to take the first day of the year to visit my poor creation in an effort to establish a daily writing habit.  Heaven only knows to what this may lead.  

If you’re expecting grand philosophical pronouncements on the affairs of the day,  you may actually get some of that, depending on how well you can wade.  I don’t as a rule like writing about politics, but I won’t rule it out.  More likely, you will find the curmudgeonly random stream of consciousness ramblings and quarter baked ideas of  a middle-aged crack pot.

So check back, if you care,  or even if you dare.  It’s you sitting in the chair reading this– or not.  My nasal appendage shall not lose any epidural matter one way or the other.