Color My World With Love And Stuff

I am writing my blog today, trying to figure out what color combinations to use on a cold, snowy, January 15th, and this green and purple doesn't seem to fit the narrative very well.

Although this ain't bad for a young free spirit.

I'm thinking about orange and black lettering, but isn't that too Halloweenish? 

I'm trying to convey the feeling of a Doctor "Zhivago/Frosty The Snowman" winter, with just a touch of "The Thing" added in for chills.

How's about this color? Do you think it's too springy, Easter eggyish? Me too. 

Those of you who have never done a blog may not realize how important the color of the lettering is to set the tone of the whole blog experience! 

You don't want it to look boring, like newspaper print. 

Heaven forbid, do not make it psychedelic colors, unless you're doing a far out, hippy dippy, blog thingy. 

I'm kinda thinkin' that these colors of lettering reflects the mood of the season most accurately. What do you think? 

Kind of silvery, refined, like wrapping paper. Even though Christmas is over, but we still have our tree up. No we are not lazy, we just can't stand to take it down, because it's so festive and makes a cool night light for when we get up to go potty in the middle of the night. 

Yeah, I'm goin' with these colors , for now. Although Congress can't make up their Jello-like brains about the "Wall," I have enough fortitude and decisiveness to stand firm on my decision to go with these colors!

Unless you think THIS is better. 

Blow The Bad Blizzard Blues, Boys And Girls

"The long and winding road, that leads me to your door, has left a pool of tears, you know, I've seen that road before-ore-ore-ore, don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door..." or something like that.

Yes chitlins, the olde long and winding road ALWAYS comes back around to bite us on our butts, at least figuratively, on these cold, snowy, winter days, whilst we partake of our eggnog, wassail, and hot buttered rum, in front of our fireplace that is actually on TV, and has various animals frolicking in front of the warm, cozy hearth. 

Our deepest thoughts, regrets, dashed dreams, friends gone by the wayside, and Farside...

...dumb business deals, ships that have sailed without us, long walks off of short piers, and all that melancholy, maudlin stuff comes flowing into our fragile subconsciousness to make us a bit verklempt, to say the least. 

However, it's my job to turn those negative, unhealthy thoughts right around, turn that frown upside down, make you feel like a happy clown (unless you're terrified of clowns, like me)...

Now just close your eyes...and picture yourself on a boat in a river...or is that IN a boat, ON a river...no matter...with plastisine trees and marshmallow pies...somebody slows you, you answer abruptly, the gal with the marmalade eyes...

Now, don't you feel super duper relaxed?

Of course, if you closed your eyes, like I asked, then you were not able to follow the rest of the instructions, were you? 

Unless you read the whole thing first, memorized it, and THEN closed your eyes and pictured all the weird stuff. 

Details and facts don't count, anyway.

As Alexandria Ocasio Cortez (AOC) recently said, "Don't judge me on semantics, details and facts, I'm young, attractive and Latino, and I ALWAYS get a pass!"

I just paraphrased what she ACTUALLY said, because I'm old, unattractive, and a mutt, and NOBODY gives me a pass, durn it!

I'm sure you think I've lost my place by now, but to the contrary, I have. 

Just kidding folks, we are doing our level best to make you guys and gals deliriously happy, in spite of the winter blahs, that can grab a holt of you like a crawdad on a chicken liver. (holt is country for hold)

Remember, there is nothing you can say, that can't be done, there is nothing you can sing that can't be sung, there is nothing you can play until you know how to slay the game...It's EASY...All you need is LOVE...buppa-budda-duh...all you need is love...buppa-budda-duh...All you need is love, love...love is all ya need...love is all ya need...love is all ya need...love is all ya need...love is all ya need...

Fooled ya, didn't I! You thought I would have "All You Need Is Love," didn't ya? Well, I was gonna, but I watched Madagascar 2 last night, and thought the above song would bring you more happiness and dancing to your snow bound life, if you had snow in your life. Please make sure you play it, and get out there in the snow (if you had snow) and dance off your shoes until your toes turn blues blue!!!!

Ten Incomplete Facts About Snow

1. Snow is NOT angel dandruff. 

2. Snow will NOT shut you in your home for months on end, so no need to stock up your root cellar with 6 months of non-perishable food, unless you live in some arctic region of the world.

3. Snow is very slippery, so slow down your walking, driving and exuberant dancing in it.

4. Yellow snow usually appears after a dog takes a walk. A mystery that still remains a...umm...mystery to the uninitiated. If no dogs have been around, you have some uninhibited, beer drinking neighbors, I suspect.

5. Snow is always white, which makes it racist, wealthy, and a Trump supporter. 

6. There are 50 words for snow in the Eskimo language, even more words in Chicago truck driver language. 

 

7. Snow is NOT angels bowling. That's what makes THUNDER, silly. 

8. God made snow for KIDS to sled on, build snowmen, snow people, have snow ball fights, create snow forts, and all the rest of us have to tolerate the "white death," as I like to call it. 

9. Snow has always diminished in intensity and inches over history. Just ask our parents, and grandparents, and great grandparents, and...

10. Twelve inches of snow in Alabama is "SNOWMAGEDDON," on the other hand, twelve inches of snow in Minnesota is "hold my beer, bros., while I take my clothes off and slide down the hill into the river again!"

    Using actual photos of unclad humans is stickly prohibited, thank goodness!  

As you can imagine, I could go on and on, all day, talking about snow, but as Charles Dudley Warner used to say, "Everybody TALKS about the weather, but NOBODY does anything about it!"

Ain't THAT the truth! 

No Theme...Just Freestylin'

Oft times, I sit down here in front of my Sony monitor that came with my original Sony computer that is now in computer heaven, but replaced by a Dell computer providing images on my old Sony screen/monitor, and I just start writing stuff.

It's loads of fun for me, but maybe intolerable for you readers who enjoy having a theme.

I enjoy keeping with a theme, but as I grow older, crankier, and more forgetful, I either forget what the theme is, get too cranky to care, or get anxious for my nap and dispense with a theme altogether.

On the other hand, my conscience bugs me when I don't give you guys...and gals...I thorough, full bodied, comprehensive blog article that makes you say to yourself, "Self, Danny's blog article was REALLY full bodied and comprehensive today...he must be taking his meds again!"

To be totally transparent, I feel like my last couple of articles were not up to snuff, when I shared my phone conversation with "The Donald" and my bizarre infatuation with "The Twilight Zone."

What? Why did I do that? Because my weak, decrepit mind could not think of anything better at the time. I should apologize for those poor excuses for entertainment, but I'm way too proud to humble myself like that. 

The one thing I don't want my blog to be is boring. Even though it is! 

I strive to say things that will surprise you, without shocking you. Make you laugh, without offending you...too much. Raise you up, without bringing myself down to the lowest depths of human existence. 

I remember the day my grandpa picked up a big flat bug that was lazily crawling across his pasture, down in Southeast Missouri. The bug began to click, like those metal bugs with the painted spots we would win as consolation prizes at the carnival. I said, in amazement, "What kind of bug is that, grandpa?" He bent down, with the bug still clicking in his hand, and said, "That's a clickin' bug."

So simple, transparent, honest, thoughtful and kinda funny, all at the same time. I've NEVER forgotten his illuminating worms..words, and I believe it will be unforgettable to y'all as well.

When I write with a reckless abandon, as I'm doing at this very moment in tom, I tend to call it "freestylin'." (Let's leave Tom outta this, okay?)

Freestylin' is like getting into the pilot seat of a 747 and taking off, with no flight instruction whatsoever, giving a speech in front of the Academy Of Arts And Sciences with no notes (like they all do), maneuvering your mountain bike down Mt. Everest with no thoughts of death and dismemberment. 

Yeah, that's the way it should ALWAYS be when I write my blog! No fear! Leap of faith land! Disengage all inhibitions and let it go!

However, I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, or step on anybody's toes, or make you feel like you have no voice on my blog. I welcome any and all comments, gladly...good or bad. 

Although, I would rather not see cursing, snarkyness, mean spirited comments, animal bashing, inappropriate sexual content, racial slurs, religious discrimination, fat shaming, skinny shaming, prejudicial judgement, White Castle hating, and making fun of people who are different than you.

In the words of the Beatles...

The 2018-19 New Years Twilight Zone Marathon Made Me Marvel

I watched a lot of the Twilight Zone Marathon that comes on every year, even though I have seen every episode many times. 

Here is what I marvel at...

 The Twilight Zone was better than ANYTHING we have on TV here in 2019, even though...

1. They had a low budget with cheap sets.

2. No CGI (Computer Generated Images)

3. Mostly unknown actors. (Even though they became popular later.) 

4. They had to relate a compelling story, with a surprising twist at the end, in LESS than 30 minutes in the first 3 years of the show.

They showed all our favorites during The Twilight Zone Marathon, this year.

1. The one where Burgess Meredeth loves to read, but something happens at the end that...I don't want to spoil it for you.

2. The episode where Claude Akins tries to reason with the town to stop accusing each other of being space aliens and....whoops...don't want to ruin it for you guys. 

Claude Akins on left...who's on right in funny shirt?

Answer below.

3. The scary one where Agnus Moorehead is trapped in her own house by tiny space invaders that look like cheap robot toys and ....nevermind...I'm no spoiler.

4. The classic episode where William Shatner sees something on a plane that I'm not revealing to you folks, in case you ever watch it.

Wait a minute! Wait just a cotton pickin' minute! 

Chances are, you have seen all the same Twilight Zone episodes as me! 

Especially if you're a baby boomer, like me. (That means old)

What is your favorite Twilight Zone episode? Why? Who starred in it? How old were you when you watched it? Did it scare you? Did you think Rod Serling smoked too much, or was it cool at the time? Do you think I'm axing too many questions? Did you notice I substituted axing for asking, because axes were used a lot in The Twilight Zone, or was that Alfred Hitchcock Presents? 

Answer to above question...Jack Weston.