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I know what you're thinking! You're thinking I'm obsessed with Marty Wombacher...right?!

Wouldn't you be, if you had a friend that got a write up like this in the Wikipedia Free Encyclopedia?!!

HMMM?!!

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Marty Wombacher is an American writer and photojournalist 

who lived in New York City from 1993 to 2012. In 2012 he 

moved back to his hometown of Peoria, Illinois and is 

currently doing a blog about living in the midwest.

From 1989 to 1993 he was the editor, publisher and one 

of the primary writers for People of Peoria (later shortened 

to POP) magazine. The magazine was published and 

distributed out 

of Peoria, Illinois. The quarterly publication was popular with 

positive write-ups appearing in the Peoria Journal Star, 

Chicago Tribune and Spin magazine.

In 1993, Wombacher moved to New York City and has written

 for the NY Post, NY Daily News, Time Out New York, Gadfly 

magazine, Nerve magazine and NY Press among others.

From 1993 to 2000 he was the editor, publisher and primary 

writer for 'fishwrap' magazine, a satirical magazine whose 

focus was mainstream media, in particular magazines. The 

magazine was based out of New York City and was given 

favorable write-ups and reviews in: USA Today, Men's 

Journal, The Peoria Journal Star, NY Post, NY Daily News, 

Men's Journal, Chicago Tribune and the NY Press. It had 

national distribution from Big Top Publishing out of San 

Francisco.

In 2002, Wombacher wrote the book, '"99 Beers Off The 

Wall."' He wrote another book, '"The Boy Who Would Be A 

Fire Truck"' in 2009.

Wombacher's first publishing success was Trivial Trivia, 

The Idiot Edition, which he created with Greg Owens. The 

game was a satire of Trivial Pursuit and it became a 

success after DJ Gene Konrad featured the game on his 

local morning show on WIRL in Peoria. The U.P.I. wire 

service picked the story up and it was featured in 

newspapers, radio shows and TV news across the country. 

The peak of the success came when Wombacher and 

Owens appeared on The Today Show in New York City 

and were interviewed by Jane Pauley, in 1986.

Wombacher finished his website, A Guy Walks Into 365 

Bars, on January 10th, 2011.

He retired his Marty After Dark blog in 2012.

He retired his Tripping With Marty. blog in December of 

2012 and moved back to his hometown of Peoria, Illinois.

He's currently blogging at, Meanwhile, Back In Peoria...

References [edit]

• Wombacher on The Morning Show in Australia
• Gladstone, Neil (July 23, 1998). "20 QUESTIONS: Marty Wombacher". fishwrap magazine. Philadelphia City Paper.
• Bell, Bill (July 31, 1995). "It's His Mag Mag Mag Mag 
• World". New York Daily News.
• Peoria Journal Star review by Phil Luciano
• Lulu author interview by Dan London
• Weichselbaum, Simone (March 10, 2010). "Marty 
• Wombacher plans to visit 365 city bars in 365 days and 
• blog about each experience". New York Daily News.
• 365 Bars at Cleveland.com
• Gray, Billy (March 10, 2010). "Man Visits 365 Bars In 
• 365 Days, Stays Sober Enough To Write About It". GuestofaGuest.com.
• NBC Niteside feature article

External links [edit]

• 365 Beers Website
• Marty After Dark Website
• Tripping With Marty Website
• Meanwhile, Back In Peoria...

Categories: 

• American journalists

Anyway, I've been writing comments on 

his Meanwhile Back In Peoria blog 

http://www.meanwhilebackinpeoria.com/

in the form of poems, and I put one to

 music, at his suggestion, and I think it 

turned out pretty stinkin' good!

 Here it is:

STOP THE PRESSES!!!

WE ARE CANCELLING ST. LOUIS SUNDAY FOR A YELLOW ROSE EMERGENCY!!!!

As most of you already know, my dear, sweet, cute, caring , "Yellow Rose Of Texas" has been my best supporter and fantastic friend for a long time now!

She not only encourages me, but so many others on YouTube, and, well, in her life!

She is going through some rough times at this moment, and I am doing this blog posting to let her know how much she means to me, and maybe put a little smile on her little pea pickin' face!

Come on, Rosie! 

Let's see that sweet smile, darlin'!

You can do it..uh..uh...I think you're starting to smile now...Yellow Rose!!

There you go, girl!!!

WOW! Look at that beautiful smile like morning sunshine on a Texas Rose!!!

I will be praying for you, Yellow Rose,

and keeping you in my heart every day!

SATURDAY MORNING POST

CATERPILLAR TRACTOR COMPANY

DOWNSIZING...WILL BEGIN TO MAKE TOY TRACTORS INSTEAD

MAN SWIMS HALFWAY ACROSS ILLINOIS RIVER...LOSES NERVE AND SWIMS BACK TO WHERE HE STARTED

PEORIA'S TWIN TOWERS SOMETIMES SWITCH CLOTHING TO FOOL THEIR TEACHERS

KELLEHER'S IRISH PUB IS NOT REALLY IRISH AT ALL...IT IS ACTUALLY MOLDAVIAN/MAYAN WHEN YOU GET INSIDE

ROCKY AND PETE VONACHEN SAY GOODBYE TO BASEBALL OWNERSHIP AND HELLO 

TO FULL CONTACT BADMINTON

IT HAS BEEN REVEALED THAT GREG AND DAN HAVE  BEEN AIRING THEIR POPULAR RADIO SHOW IN THE BUFF FOR  12 YEARS AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE VERY MUCH

A rare moment when they were clothed!

Savor it!

BELOVED COMPANION TO MARTY WOMBACHER, GUMBY, AN ANDROID   NINJA WARRIOR FROM OUTER SPACE ... MADE A MEAL OF MARTY...WHEN FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME BEER WAS SPILLED ON HIS ANIMATION/ ASSASSINATION CHIP THAT FINALLY ACTIVATED

THE ILLINOIS STATE LEGISLATURE PASSES LAW TO MAKE EVERYONE LIVING IN GERMANTOWN HILLS SWITCH PLACES WITH EVERYONE LIVING ON PEORIA'S SOUTH END... JUST TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS

AN UNDERWATER ENVIRONMENTALIST STUDY OF ASIAN CARP IN THE ILLINOIS RIVER FOUND THEY MOVE ALONG THE RIVER BOTTOM IN LITTLE RICKSHAWS AND ARE VERY POLITE

Okay, it's a badger and not a carp! It was hard enough finding this!!

FAN FRIDAYS

What would you call a dude who hangs out with his "gang" all the time?

Who had no job!

Who had no visible means of support.

Who was seen with prostitutes, and putting his hands on small children.

Who was wanted by the law.

Who was observed going into a building with something that looked like a weapon in his hand, and terrified the people inside!

Who made alcohol without a permit.

Who practiced medicine without a license.

Who was responsible for the death of a whole herd of livestock. About 2000 animals were lost!

Who claimed he was not from earth.

I WOULD CALL HIM JESUS!
Written by Danny Maness

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY

Maybe you can help me find what word describes many physical and emotional feelings at once.

I couldn't think of one, so I'll make one up. 
How's about multiplephysicalmotionalfeelingsatdasametom.

Multiplephysicalmotionalfeelingsatdasametom is the word that describes the experience that I had every summer as a kid...

Standing on a big rock and then jumping in to the icy cold water of Big Creek in Sam A. Baker State Park in Missouri.

 I looked for photos of Sam A. Baker Park, and I think this is the actual rock I used to jump off!!!

From 90 degrees and 90% humidity to HOLY POLAR BEAR PLUNGE, ITS FREAKIN" COLD!!

I think the shock would stop my old heart if I tried it today!

However, it was not just the opposite physical feelings I experienced. At that brief moment in time, as I plunged into the paralysingly frigid water, my mind went from St. Louis, school, and all things city...to the pure joy of summer vacation, freedom, fun, and fittin'!

My grandpa lived near Sam A. Baker Park and he would take us to the St. Francis river to go fittin'. 
That's how he pronounced fishin'!

He would make fittin' rod holders from forked branches, and set up about 10 rods and reels on them.

He would give me one of his old cane poles to use.

I didn't mind because my dad hated fishin', and this was the only time I got to go,

My dad always said, "When ya go fishin', all ya come home with is a wet butt and a hungry gut!"
He was right, but I loved it anyway!

Everything was so totally alien and wonderful to a city kid like me.

The dragonflies were so cool and beautiful...like  rainbows in flight, and even though they were pretty huge for insects, they were harmless.

I loved the tumble bugs on the river bank, rolling up balls of manure. 

Like circus performers!

The calls of the whippoorwills and bobwhites.

whip·poor·will 

n.

An insect-eating nocturnal North American bird (Caprimulgus vociferus) of the goatsucker family, having spotted brown feathers that blend with its woodland habitat. (Goatsucker?)

Bobwhites are relatively small ground dwelling gallinaceous (chicken-like) birds. Adults stand six to seven inches (24-27 cm) in height and typically weigh about six to seven ounces. Their name derives from their distinctive whistle ("bobwhite").

 You know how some dudes are a chick magnet?

Well, I was a tick magnet!

There are billions of ticks in the Ozark mountains of Missouri, and they loved me!

Mom always checked everyone for ticks and I would usually have two or three on me.

Now, you have to be careful not to leave the head of a tick under your skin or you'll turn into a zombie or something.

So mom would  take one of her Pall Mall cigarettes, and hold the lit end near the tick.

The tick couldn't stand the heat, and would back out, where mom could squish it with her 3 inch long fingernails.

However, I liked my grandpa's way better.

He would put a drop of horse liniment on the tick, and that tick would "skeedattle" like crazy until grandpa squished it with the flat part of his pocket knife blade.

I almost forgot to tell you about the really gross tick thing!

Grandpa's dogs would get ticks on them that swelled up as big as big marbles, REALLY big marbles!

I didn't want to go anywhere near those grotesque creatures, but grandpa pulled them off the dogs very nonchalantly.

He loved his dogs more than he loved people.

Please, don't be mad at me, but I'm including a song I've featured on this blog before, because it goes so well with the story!

It has such a down home country feel to it, and I think you'll like it....again:

OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

If you have been reading my blog for eons of time, like most life forms throughout the many vast universes that float in the vast reaches of a cat's collar ornament...

(Yes! There ARE multiple universes!)

...you will already know about the alien race of tiny, but brilliant creatures that have secretly helped earth people since the time of Christ.

THE GLIRKAZOIDS!!

It's kind of funny that when I write about my lovable little Glirkazoid friends, my readership goes way down.

Here are some of the reasons I think this happens:

1. Some folks are not fond of U.F.O./ alien stuff.

2. Some people are AFRAID of U.F.O./ alien stuff.

3. A lot of you don't believe in U.F.O./alien stuff.

4. You ALL think I'm a lunatic.
5. Some of you are RACISTS!

Some of you are racists seems to be the most logical conclusion, because Glirkazoids have been subject to racial discrimination throughout the planetary systems, galaxies, various dimensions, and universes, for eons of time!
(Wait, I think I already used eons...how's about milleniums of time)

Yeah, that's the ticket...MILLENIUMS!
(A millenium is a period of a thousand years, for those of you from Goofy Ridge)

Remember what Martian Luther King Jr. said? Hmmm?

That life forms should not "be judged by the color of their skin, but by the the content of their character."

As many of you already know, Glirkazoids display an array of many dazzling, neon colors that change from one color to the next in rapid succession. 

KIND OF LIKE THIS!

Some creatures hate the Glirkazoids for that! 

They think everyone should be just one color, and not confusing others with the constant changes!

You probably heard about the mass torture and slavery of Glirkazoids on the planet Confedera C... all because the Glirkazoids were "COLORED," as the Confederites called them in their ignorant, bigoted manner, and it took an inter planetary civil war, to free the beautiful creatures from bondage!

Maybe you saw the news headlines where Glirkazoids were forced to sit at the back of the "flying zoomers" on Alabamus X...until the brave and iconic Glirkazoid, Posa Zarks, defied the wicked law, and led the way for all Glirkazoids to to ride proudly on the "cull shield!"

I have heard people claim the Glirkazoids smell differently, and eat unusual foods like watermetron and fried chickabetas.

Well, for your information...
Glirakazoids DO smell differently...And they smell WAY better than all those prejudiced hypocrites!

In addition, don't we ALL love watermetron and fried chickabetas? HMMM?

Sometimes I think these closed minded twerps are just jealous of the Glirkazoids, because the little critters  have rhythm and can dance their tiny pharters off!

Here is one classic example:

But let's get back to the content of their character, shall we?

Although these poor mistreated, persecuted little aliens have been "put down" for all these 

"karpects" of time, they have gone out of their way to bring culture, inventions, music, Mad Magazine, Monty Python's Flying Circus, the Beatles, and things we take for granted every day to us pathetic earthlings, because their character has real content, and true grit! (They are responsible for that movie, too...I love the part where John Wayne puts the reins in his teeth and...just watch!

So I really don't give a rat's rear end if some of you don't love the Glirkazoids like I do!

I've been writing about them since "Hector was a pup," and I'll keep writing about them "until the cows come home!"

The Glirkazoids love our quaint old sayings!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNA!!!

Donna, it's your birthday,

I love you more than ever,

Now I hope that I can write,

A poem for you that's clever.

That's really all I have to give,

I wish I had the money,

To buy you things that you deserve,

Like gold and diamonds, honey.

Every year I'm with you,

You grow more beautiful,

To my eyes and to my heart,

I'm still a love struck fool.

I hope that on your birthday,

Maybe in a year or 10,

We can take a trip to some place nice,

Somewhere we've never been.

We might travel down to Key West,

Or north for cooler weather,

It really doesn't matter,

If we are both together.

I love you on your birthday,

I love you every day,

And every single morning,

I bow my head and pray,

And thank God for the wondrous gift,

He's given me in you,

And Donna, my beloved,

I'm so glad you said "I do!"

This is the song Elvis sang at the birthday party in Blue Hawaii

PHOTO OF BREANNA TAKEN TODAY

Breanna is still in the hospital receiving aggressive treatment for her Cystic Fibrosis.

When she has good days people will look at her and think she is doing fine.

She plays, laughs, and says funny, adorable things because she is a tough little girl who makes the most of her condition.

The reality is, if she did not have her medicine, and therapy, she would not be alive.

The cost for all of this is astronomical, and insurance only pays so much.

Breanna's daddy, Matt, is an Iraq war veteran and is still in the military.

Ashley, Breanna's mommy, is going through nursing school and just completed her phlebotomy training at the top of her class.

They are overwhelmed with medical expenses to the point their home is in jeopardy of going into foreclosure.

If you want to find out how you can help, contact Ashley at:

ashes84032000@yahoo.com
or

breheeren@gmail.com

If you have trouble with these links, just copy and paste them to your email account.

There is also an account for Breanna at Regions Bank in East Peoria, Illinois.

Regions Bank
300 East Washington Street
East Peoria, Illinois 61611

Checks can be made out to Breanna Heeren in care of Ashley Heeren.

I wrote this song for Breanna when she was two, and now she is five with time running out.

ashes84032000@yahoo.com