Better Nate Than Lever!

Every tom I'm late with my blog I get very few readers...reading it. However, I still want to give you SOMETHING that will partially satisfy those of you who are addicted to Bloggadocious 222, and need a quick dose of nonsense to hold you over until mañana! 

This is a very xenophobic and racist song, but has a nice beat!

It don't matter so much about the song, because I included it simply to supply a definition for mañana, for those less traveled.

Okay, I need to be quick, before it grows dark, since so many of my faithful readers are afraid to read in the dark! 

In addition, I need to be FUNNY, to keep up with all the other funny stuff you see every day! Like the political news!

Yes! It's not new.

Then finally, I need to touch your hearts, even though I'm not a cardiothoracic surgeon! 

So, I'll leave you with one of my favorite jokes!

Man: "Doc! I have a problem! I've been having trouble remembering things!"

Doc: "How long have you had this problem?"

Man: "Had what problem?"

Doesn't this touch your heart?  If not, let's talk about your troubled childhood.

Out Of This World Wednesday

Episode II
Top Secret Mission Revealed!

As we focus in on Gary, our green,  Glirkazoid, Sir Gallahad (metaphorically speaking), we see him working on "souping up" the Silver Sausage Spazeship. 

Rosie - "Whatcha doin'?"

Rosie says "whatcha doin'" in a slow way that ALWAYS irritates Gary to the max.

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Gary - "I'm souping up the Silver Sausage! Now leave me alone!!"

Rosie - "What's your probleemo, Gary?" I'm just interested in your projects, buddy!"

Gary - "That's a bunch of Pteroproctyl poop, Rosie, and you know it!"

Pteroproctyl

Rosie - "Whatever do you mean, Gary?" She says with a wicked little smile on her face. 

Gary - "You wanna watch every detail of my work, and then point out my mistakes, tell me what I've missed, and criticize even the slightest discrepancies from the Official Glirkazoid Spazeship Manuel!!"

Rosie - "Would I do that?"

Gary - "YES! YOU ALWAYS DO THAT!! Now go away!!"

Rosie - "I promise I won't say a word, Gary! I just want to watch a master at work. PLEASE! I'm really bored, and need some high level brain stimulation from viewing your flawless, mechanical prowess!"

Gary - "Seriously?"

Rosie - "YES! I can't wait for you to begin!"

Gary - "Very well. But not a word, right?"

Rosie - "My lips are sealed. Start amazing me, Master!"

Gary picks up a fleegal wrench, and Rosie clears her throat.

Gary - "WHAT?"

Rosie - "What?"

Gary - "You cleared your throat! Were you trying to tell me something?"

Rosie - "Heavens no! A fleegal wrench is a perfectly acceptable tool for adjusting the whooshie valve in the fall."

Whooshie valve

Gary - "Okay. I thought that...wait a minute! I'm not adjusting the whooshie valve, and it's spring!"

Rosie - "Just continue on, my Michelangelo of mechanical mastery!"

Gary grumbles, picks up a different tool and prepares to deflagrate the dissonificator shield with reckless abandon, when Rosie begins to chuckle under her breath.

Dissonificator shield in action!

Gary - "WHAAAAT! What are you chuckling about!!"

Rosie - "Oh, nothing."

Gary - "It had to be SOMETHING! What was it?!!"

Rosie - "I just realized that you were preparing to deflagrate the dissonificator shield as a joke on me! You're SO funny! How can you deflagrate the dissonificator before disengaging the dweeb decapitator? That would be suicide! You almost got me there, you goofy Glirkazoid guy!" 

Gary - "Uh...YEAH...um...right! A joke...yes...I was messin' with ya...uh huh.

Instantaneously, a message comes blasting out of the Silver Sausage's exterior speakers...

"Admirals Rosie and Gary, your next mission, if you decide to accept it, will be to traverse the uncharted galaxy of PosaMalona, to find the evil, dysfunctional, outlaw family, who's name strikes fear in the hearts of brave lifeforms throughout millions of universes... namely, the...

Please click on dramatic music.

Hitlerstalinmussolinians!!!

Now, when the Supreme Glirkazoidian Command says, "if you decide to accept it," they don't REALLY mean it. They just include that because of watching too many episodes of Mission Impossible. When a mission is announced to Glirkazoid gladiators, like Gary and Rosie, it is incumbent on them to accept! (I've been using incumbent a lot, lately, I hope I know what it means)

in·cum·bent

/inˈkəmbənt/

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adjective

1. 1.

   necessary for (someone) as a duty or responsibility.

   "it is incumbent on all decent people to concentrate on destroying this evil"

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   obligatory
   

   
   

   mandatory
   

   
   

   necessary
   

   
   

   compulsory

Egads!! 

Our beloved Rosie and Gary are being deployed to PosaMalona to annihilate the inannihilatable (or is that UNannihilatable) family of Hitlerstalinmussolinians...IF they can find them in an uncharted galaxy...IF the un-souped up Silver Sausage doesn't break down...and IF the Hitlerstalinmussolians haven't hightailed it to ANOTHER uncharted galaxy!!

Please join us next Wednesday for another time wasting episode of OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY...IF YA GOT THE GUTS!!!

Speaking of guts...↓

Tuesdays Are Days Too!

Tuesday is a great day for contemplation and meditation, because it's usually a boring day that has little significance in our lives, except for the Moody Blues, who made a gazillion dollars with a song about Tuesday....afternoon, for heaven's sakes!

I suggest you listen to this remarkable song whilst reading my blog, to put you in the mood.

You didn't click on the song, did you?

I sincerely hope so, because following my instructions count as 60% of your final grade!

Now that you're listening to Tuesday Afternoon, free your busy mind from the rotten cares of the day, the nasty, negative news, the goals that you've never achieved, your miserable failures at love, the three legged race you SHOULD have won, the time your boomerang came back and put a gash in your forehead, and the police officer stopped and gave you a ride home, and didn't believe your story until you showed him the bloody boomerang stuck in your pants, because you were embarrassed that you got hit by your own stupid boomerang! 

What? No, I'm not just talking about me! That boomerang story applies to everyone in a metaphorical way. 

We all have done things that came back on us, and were embarrassed when the police picked us up, right?

As Tuesday Afternoon continues to play in the background, we imagine wild geese flying north in a precision V formation as a harbinger of spring, sparkling blue water flowing down a mountain creek as the snow melts, proclaiming the end of winter blues, baby buds bursting beautifully on birch trees, announcing the birth of the new sun filled season, and how much cash the Moody Blues made from that song! It had to be a fortune!!

Justin Hayward (composer of Tuesday Afternoon) Net Worth

Justin Hayward estimated Net Worth, Salary, Income, Cars, Lifestyles & many more details have been updated below. Let's check, How Rich is Justin Hayward in 2019-2020?

According to Wikipedia, Forbes, IMDb & Various Online resources, famous Rock Singer Justin Hayward's net worth is $118 Million at the age of 72 years old. He earned the money being a professional Rock Singer. He is from England.

Justin Hayward Net Worth: $118 Million

Although I was bored and raged in the steaming hot projects of old St. Louis (not hot in the winter, though), I totally adore more pastoral vistas, like Beethoven musically illustrated in his magnificent 6th Symphony...

You cannot listen to this now, because you're listening to the Moody Blues, but when that's done, just listen to the first 3 minutes of this and you'll get my point. "What point," you ask? There IS a point in here somewhere! 

Living right smack dab in the middle of Illinois, I can truly appreciate the beauty of corn in the fields, MUCH more than dumb old Michael Bloomberg would ever understand!

Farmers are the smartest people I know! Bloomberg needs to talk to an Illinois farmer, and realize how dumb HE really is! 

Farmers need to be experts in a hundred different things, like business, agriculture, mechanics, ecology, animal husbandry (that sounds a bit weird, but it's not), water management, hayrides, fencing (not with swords), construction, raising good kids, line dancing, and much more than Doomberg could ever relate to in his Ivory soap tower! 

Sorry if I've briefly stepped away from our theme of relaxing on a Tuesday...meditating...seeking our inner peace...listening to the Moody Blues and Beethoven...pondering the pulsating pattern of pulsars in the physical plane...but isn't that what Tuesdays were created for?

Reasonable facsimile of a pulsar. 

Sure they were! 

Well, have a tremendous Tuesday! Don't forget that Tuesdays are days too! Made just for YOU! Boop-boopy-doo!

Greg And Dan Unplugged

 Brought The Love!

As most of you loyal readers know, I attended the Greg and Dan Unplugged Show last Saturday night.

The reason it was "unplugged" is because they did their awesome radio show LIVE, in front of a standing room only audience, but not plugged into the WMBD radio transmitter! 

How was it, you ask? Think hilarious...think bizarre (Abraham Lincoln made an appearance), think expert performances...but most of all...wait for it...wait for it...there was LOVE!!! 

The room was filled with love from Greg and Dan fans flowing to Greg and Dan, and love flowing from Greg and Dan to the fans! 

It had as much love as that Woodstock festival we all went to, in our minds! 

That's me, way in the back!

However, since this blog is centered on ME, I've been chomping at the bit to tell you, aside from the love from Donna, my grandchildren and stuff, I felt more  love from Greg and Dan on that special night than I've ever experienced in my whole stinkin' life!!!

I honestly never expected them to play a BUNCH of my songs that I'd written for the Greg and Dan Show, and thank me in front of a roomful of witnesses! No, not Jehovah's Witnesses! 

I was hoping that when I pass on to my heavenly condo, they would play a few of my songs in remembrance of their Official Songwriter....

What a WONDERFUL SURPRISE to realize they weren't waiting for my demise!! I think I made a little poem, there!

It was a dream come true for me! The love is still pulsing through my psyche, and I'm hoping I don't wake up and realize it didn't REALLY happen. 

I just had to share the greatest day of my life with you guys!!! 

Disclaimer: When I say "greatest day of my life," I'm speaking non-family, non-spiritual, non-grandkids, non-meeting Donna days! However, in the future, if someone asks me, "what was the greatest day of your life," Feb. 15, 2020 may be the first thing to pop in my head, until I take a step back and think about the wonderful events of my personal life that cannot be measured, Although, Feb. 15, 2020 was a GREAT, SPECIAL night!!!