Weekend Glitch Is The Only Answer!

I was a bit downhearted to see my Fun Page views cut in half over the wild weekend. That's ridiculee! I always get a LOT of views over the weekend, because more folks see my obscure blog over the 3 day period. But, alas, and alack, failure ensued.

I'm sure it was just a glitch in the blogosphere, but it was still a bit disconcerting. 

I try to avoid all the conspiracy theories, like, Russia does not want me spewing my anti-commie rhetoric all over the blogosphere (whoops, I used the word blogosphere already), internet, although I'm not intelligent enough to spew anti-commie rhetoric, anyways.(I'll leave that to Lush Rimbald)

Of course, the Trump Disintegration would not be loving my anti-Trump rhetoric, either, if I had any anti-Trump rhetoric, I've inadvertently, propagated. 

Who? Me?

Don't you feel we I analyze stuff too much, as it is? 

Sure you do! So why don't I just accept the fact that I'm a big poo poo head and nobody loves me anymore!

On the other hand, if I do that, the Russians win, or whomever is out to totally destroy my unique, iconoclastic blog!

Bloggadocious 222 must go on, to de-feet the enemy, so they can't walk over the ocean and stomp on America, as if we were little bugs!

Conversely, we here at Bloogadocious 222 are peaceful, fun loving, childlike creatures, who are DEFINITELY NOT aliens from the Sirius (dog star) system, who are pretending to be peaceful and fun loving, but once we have you sucked in, will turn on you earthlings, and turn you into potted plants for our Sirian brethren and sistern to enjoy!! Ha ha ha ha ha!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

"Danny! Are you serious?"

"NO! I am SIRIUS..or, uh, from Sirius..well, the Sirius system, because stars are too hot to live on. 

Just kidding folks!! I hope you did not take me Sirius I mean, serious-ly. 

Where was I?

You Folks - "You were talking about the dismal amount of views on your blog."

Dismal? I never said dismal, did I? I prefer glitch, as previously stated! (The blank space below is a glitch. See, it happens all the tom!)

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Did I say DISMAL? I NEVER said DISMAL! 

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I prefer glitch!

Please prove it was only a glitch, by stopping by and stating Hi, today!!

Don't forget...Danny's not an E.T., Danny's not an alien, Danny's not an E.T., Danny's not an alien...

II'm not'm not an E.TI'm not an E.T

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TGIF...Not Just One Meaning

We ALL know what TGIF means...or do we?

How easily we assume the things we have known in the past are still the same things now, on Oct. 4, 2019.

Thank God it's Friday, is the universally accepted meaning of TGIF, right?

However, in this info age we exist in, at the present tom, TGIF can have a  potpourri (AKA pot-puree) of meanings! Such as...

In England..."The goose is fat!" Said, primarily, the day before Christmas.

In Japan..."Taguchi got inflatable female." A common hobby in the Land Of The Rising Sun.

I'm not sure if she's inflatable, but you get the point.

In Italy..."Tortellini giva indigestion folksa!" As a warning to American tourists who may eat too much tortellini. 

In Russia... "Tell Gorbachev ink face!" Due to the fact that no one has the guts to tell him about the ink on his face. (AKA forehead)

In America..."Trump gossip is fake!" Frequently said by Trump supporters.

In Mexico..."Tijuana got interesting fun!" Gleaned from a travel site TV ad that was banned. 

Here is a ligitimate video that was NOT banned, for your entertainment.

So, y'all see what I mean? No?!!

Well, don't take everything you see to mean what you thought it meant before, until you understand the context of what the acronym COULD be representing to vast, and various forms of diverse cultures, lifestyles of the rich and famous, and po folk, like me. 

Okay! My song (above) is the most impotent part, don't miss it.

Impotent?

HAPPY FRIDAY!!!

The Joy Of Old Age...For Dummies

What? There's actually a REAL book  on this?

The pink on purple lettering that I chose for today is very warming and gregarious to me. That's if lettering can be gregarious.

I think I did so, because it's Thursday, and for some inexplicable reason I have always liked Thurday. In addition, the St. Louis Cardinals bazeball team play their first game of the PLAYOFF'S today!! I know that many of you, especially you readers from far flung places, don't give a whit about bazeball...so that's all I'm sayin' about that.

It's also been prophesied by the weather prophets, that today will be a nice, cool, Autumn-like day. In the 60's here in central Illinois, or in the 15.5556's if we were in Australia.Yes, I know that tremendously beauteous weather is a harbinger (a person or thing that announces, or signals the approach of another) of nasty, cold, bitter winter!!

Which brings us to the "winter of our life." The "golden years." "Our last gasp." "The prelude to our finale." "One foot in the grave, the other on a banana peel."

When I was a young hippy, I always enjoyed talking to very old folks, because it was like they were constantly stoned, like I was.

They would lose their train of thought, like me. Told slow, mellow stories, like me. Would fall asleep mid conversation, like me. Loved all of my favorite movies, like Casablanca, Gone With The Wind, Rebecca, Citizen Kane...and they didn't give a darn about what people thought about them.

At that point in my life, I would talk to myself and say, "Danny...do you think you'll be the kind of cool, old guy that you now admire, some day?" Then I would answer, "probably not, Danny. In fact, I doubt you'll make it to old age!" Then, I'd answer back, "Wow, what a negative thing to say to me!" I would respond with, "listen, Danny...if you don't straighten up and fly right, you'll never make it to 29!! Be honest with yourself, Dan'l Boone!!" (That's what I called myself at times)

Anyway, I'm old now, and I know the answer. Am I a cool, admirable old guy? NO! Kinda cranky, with brief glimpses of humor. 

However, I do not need drugs to feel mellow, or space out, or babble on, or get the munchies, or enjoy ridiculous old movies from the twenties, thirties, forties, and fifties, or fall asleep...ANYWHERE, or NOT get easily embarrassed by the increasingly embarrassing things I do.

So you now ask, "Dan'l Boone, "what about the wisdom, discernment, common sense, and maturity that comes with old age?"

Uh, wuh-wuh- zat? I'll get back with ya tomorrow. I got somethin' to watch!