Evray Buddee Funee

A good friend would say often,

                      "Everybody funny. And, you funny too.."

I love that saying.

It seemed all to familiar.

Genius.

Then, one day, you hear it on the radio: Bass thumpin'.  Drums jamming.  The high hat hitting crisply and quickly. George Thorogood waiiling.

"Uh one Bourbon, a one scotch and one be-eeeeeer..." *    <<<CLICK FOR LYRICS >>> 

 and, in THAT song you will find the source of THAT wisdom...     <<<CLICK  FOR TUNE>>

"Everybody funny now you funny too.."

It's funny what can impact a person.

Cheers.!  To good Friends, Bourbon, and BEER!

*George Thorogood's rendition became very popular but Amos Milburn recorded it originally in 1953.

6 Degrees ...(of self?)

Do you ever notice how things change meaning over the course of time?  Did your mom or dad have a saying that at one time meant something so near and dear to your heart yet later in life those same words had new meaning?

When I was much younger, like 5, 6, and 7 years old "younger," my mom would say to me,

"If there were 6 more just like you.."  

Sometimes she would lean in and say it with the warmest and most glowiest smile ever.  Sunbeams DaNcEd. Animals running all around.  It was like a magical circus.

Be still, my heart.  I would float after hearing these words.  MY MOM loves ME sooo much that SHE wishes she had 6 more JUST like ME!

I would elate.  Smile.  And then, after a few moments on Cloud 9, I would wonder about the math involved.  You know, the multiple of 6.  And, I would appreciate this WITHOUT knowing and comprehending the magnitude and impact of having sextuplets.  Sextuplets?

But then, a few years later, when you're a bit older those word are spoken again.  But, this time, those words don't feel all warm and fuzzy.   They take on a WHOLE new meaning.

With a tone inflection, a sort of scorn and a slight furled brow my mom utters,

"If there were 6 more JUST like you.."  

Two things come to mind:

1) It's NOT what you say, it is definitely HOW you say it.

And,

2) Be Careful WHAT you ask FoR!

B good

Shanghai Express

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I forget to look UP sometimes.  Today when I did that I was reminded at the register that "we" were in the Express Checkout Line: Must Have 15 items or Fewer.  The lady in front of me remarked about the 15 items and it got me to thinking...

Does that ever get enforced?  I've never seen it.


<guard enters the line>

<arm bar ensues between "guard" and customer>

Customer (Frank): Whoa, What's going on here?  I mean, that arm bar seems a bit harsh!

Guard: <loosens grip> Well, sir, we ARE going to have to ask you to kindly step over here, sirrrr.

Frank: Kindly?

<slam>

Guard: We're going to have to keep you in this temporary holding "room" for about two hours.

Frank:  Umm, well, that's a little strange.  I mean, I have to take my kid to soccer practice.  Isn't there like less of a penalty for first-time offenders?  I mean, I've seen drunk drivers get treated better than this?

<Thinking...>

Umm, I need insulin?

<2 minutes later>

Frank: Ensure?!  You're giving ME ENSURE!

Guard: And a bologna sandwich, sir.  And a bologna sandwich.

Frank: Alright then..

Next time I'm just gonna split my groceries into two purchases

#LoopHoles

-BallPark Frank

Nascar, Budweiser and George W. Bush?

To some, these three things might go together like PB, J & .. M?  (Peanut Butter, Jelly and Marshmallow cream).

What?  Never tried it?  Well, that was my shiz back in 1977-79.  Boy-OH-Boy!  Mmmm Good!

Ok, you get the point.

And, perhaps a "judgement" is made on some level.  Now, some people get all uptight about the words "judgement" and "judgemental."  However, as people, we ALL form some sort of an opinion and often times those opinions are directed at others whether they be good OR bad.

So, like it or not, there are people in the WORLD that do like all three of these: Nascar, Budweiser, and George W. Bush.

And, clearly, there are those that like PB, J & M.






Perhaps therein lies part of the problem in the US of A.  Now, I'm not saying that on one end of the spectrum you have Nascar and Bud and on the other you have a sandwich.  My point is this:  we all like our own thing.  We ALL have our own opinions, our own values and our own perspective.

Somewhere along the way these things evolve.  A genesis takes place whether we want it to or not.  Systems, powers, people and advertisers may affect the ride we're on.  Communities, teams, churches and pastors may also play a part.  Emotional turmoil, tragedy, the human condition and behavior.  There are so many factors in one's own experience and journey that make-up the individual.

SO, why does our current system boil down to a choice right out of Wonderland?  A scene from the Matrix?

Red (pill) or the Blue (pill) ?







Is everything so black and white?  Is YOUR life that easy to break down to "this" or "that?"  Really?  Ok, perhaps that is the case..

I contend that life is more gray.  Has more details.  And, sometimes requires more information to make an informed decision.

So, if someone believes in "choice" they're a Democrat?

If someone believes in the Second Amendment they are a Republican?  Ok, if they believe in bearing arms, own a gun and a member of the NRA they are , without question, a Republican?

Well, certainly if "they" like Nascar, Budweiser AND George W. Bush!

Judgement.

Maybe.  Maybe Not.

I, for one, want to live in a world where someone is "pro choice" AND is a gun-toting NRA member who's president is Charlton "from my cold, dead hands" Heston.  RIP.  Where someone likes Nascar, Budweiser, Bush AND PB J & M!

Gray?  Color?

I don't know, but not Black, White, Blue, Red.  IS this truly an expression of Freedom?

America, clearly, enjoys their pills.  I'm just not so convinced that there is mass satisfaction with the Red or Blue options.

-Foam Party President

-C

- I also thought mac&cheese with ketchup was bomb too

ISIS: A Saturday morning TV show

Isis was in Shazam and separate run in 1976

I was there.  I was there when ISIS came on.  I remember that shit.  Shazam baby.  Don't TAKE THAT from me.  My memories of ISIS shattered by the latest nonsense on the world's stage.  Give me back my TV show I say!





I WILL never Forget.

I certainly won't ever forget what we now know that phrase to represent: 9/11/2001

Where were you?

I know where I was.  How I felt.




Do the people  that were so emotionally charged and wanted death to Bin Laden and others immediately following 9/11 feel the same way today?  Some 12 years plus in a "war on terror" that seemingly has no end?

I WILL never Forget.

Namely because every 9/11 there are numerous posts and tweets with THAT phrase and images of the towers!!

I went to a baseball game on 9/11 a few years ago between the Angels and the Yankees.  There was a special video montage of 9/11/01.  I saw what I did NOT want to see:  The planes flying into the towers.

Is it wrong to perhaps want to forget that tragic moment in time and the ensuing aftermath which includes more tragic deaths?  More tragedy continues today as a result of the various cancers that people have become stricken with from being at or near Ground Zero shortly after 9/11/01.

Some people have NO CHOICE but to not forget.

The fact that we are still at war over this is reminder enough: we will never forget.

Thousands of innocent lives, and counting, lost: we will never forget.

SO, I will NOT let anyone TAKE ISIS from me!  Isis had a special place in my childhood heart,  I would watch Shazam and Isis on Saturday mornings in 1976.

And, if need be, I will fight for my freedom TO FORGET.  I will fight for MY FREEDOM to know and keep what Isis is to ME:

Isis, shown here, as a DC comic book cover 

What next?

A new terrorist cell named CAPTAIN AMERICA?!

Damn you!!!

Multiple Realizations

September 13, 2014


That moment you realize your bill is $42 and you didn't buy a darn thing..

I pop in (the store) for some water ($5), some detergent ($5) and then catch the Rolling Stone Mag with a Special Edition "Neil Young" out of the corner of me eye so I grab it.  While ringing up at the self-check I see People Magazine's Tribute to Robin Williams.  (Bloop).

<Finish and Pay>

$42.18

WHAT?!  Holy Sheeesh

As soon as I can get over my complete surprise I pull the People Magazine out of the plastic bag and notice the $14.99 USD stamp.  OY!  I quickly think about returning the item and begin to chuckle about the scenario I am in.  I then catch a glimpse of the gentleman who is standing next in the line waiting for self-check.  Age:  approximately 63.  Male.  Caucasian.  Mustache.  This guy is glaring right at me as I turn to him.  We are approximately 30 feet from one another.  It was at that moment, when our eyes met, that I knew that he had been witnessing my little episode over "my magazines."

How much did he see?  How much did he know?  OR, is he just waiting with great anticipation for the next available scanner?  I AM his best chance as the other two people that are on the other scanners were there when I started...hmmmmm

(pondering) Did he see me talk to myself?

(internally)  Fuck it.

I chuckle again.  I REALLY feel like saying something to him.  I proceed to "check-out" with slight reluctance, but not regret, about my purchase and he approaches as my receipt prints.  He waits while I assemble my goods and I say, "You're all set."  He replies with a hand gesture towards the screen as if to say, "It's still doing it's thing."  "No, it's ready to go.  Go ahead," I say but really want to engage him and let him know about my $42 experience.

Nay.  I did not.

We'll see how the reads go...

Robin Williams People Tribute and Rolling Stone's Neil Young Edition