What Is "sad news" on Facebook?

I heard a new term on the glorious Greg and Dan Radio Show, this morning. Link to Greg and Dan Show...

https://www.1470wmbd.com/

The term was "sad news!" 

I know...sad news has been around since Hector was a pup, but this is a NEW take on sad news. 

It's when folks put stuff on Facebook to get sympathy, ALL THE TIME!

Here is the one example that kills me the most. 

They post, "Worst day of my life!" 

Forcing us to ask a thousand questions about their mysterious "worst day!"

Wha happen? Was someone in an accident? Are you sick? Did you lose your puppy? Did you have the winning 50 million dollar lottery ticket, and can't remember where you hid it?

You see, they write it that way to hook you in to giving them sympathy, even before you know what their "worst day" was.

Maybe their "worst day" was a paper cut, a hang nail, a bad hair day, but who would care about any of those things. However, if they don't specify what their "worst day" was, right off the bat, they will get tons of inquisitive, sympathetic comments from friends who are thinking WORST DAY, not "worst day."

What we're thinking.

What they're thinking.

Of course, we are genuinely concerned about our dear friend's genuine woes, but there are Facebookers who post "sad news" every single day! Sometimes, multiple times a day!!

More examples...with appropriate, snarky comments...

1. "I'm tired." Ain't we all? 

2. "My job sucks!" Join the party!

3. "What am I gonna do?"  We don't know! Tell us the problem, and maybe we can help! Or not.

4. "Life changing decision!" What? What's the decision? Why are you making us ask?!! 

Anyway, you know what I mean. Folks who never seem to have a good day, and want you to join in their bad day, every day!! 

Personally, I fake it! I do my best to avoid talking about my health situations, aches, pains, mental illnesses, arthur-i-tus, eye problems, foot problems, and a million other things, 'cause I don't want your symphonies!! 

As far as you know, I'm as healthy and spry as when I played Amercan football at Pattonville High Scrool in the 60's!

"Sad news" ain't cool, brothers and sisters!

Avoid it like the plague!!!

Celebrating This Special Time Of The Year

The temptation to do a blog story about the Cardinals baseball team getting 10 runs in the first inning, and going on to the NLCS (National League Championship Series) is overwhelming, for a St. Louis born individual, like me.

However, I ain't gonna do dat, because I know it would be boring for a lot of you faithful readers of Bloggadocious 222. 

Instead, I'll share a poem (pome, for you in Goofy Ridge) that I'm writing, off the top of my head (and it's hard to lift my arms that high), that celebrates this special time of the year...

Fall...SPECIAL TIME OF THE YEAR

The brisk, cool wind, surrounds my chin,

And makes me wish I'm bearded,

I'm in a trance, fall makes me dance,

All goofy, wild, and wierded.

The corn is all dried up and dead,

It must be time to pick it,

I drove my pickup through the stalks, 

Why did I get a ticket?

The pumpkins sit on porches still,

With twisted, toothy faces,

With witches, ghosts and vampires,

In all strategic places.

These wicked spirits aren't alive, 

They're fake as news today,

But they will run and GRAB YOU,

Right when you turn away.

The leaves are falling gently,

But I ain't gonna rake 'em,

I'll make a deal with Wizard Wind,

And he will come and take 'em. 

I love the smell of burning leaves,

But it makes my loved one choke,

So all you folks remember that,

C.F. is no joke!

Out Of This World Wednesday - Grabber Games

Rosie and Gary, our glorious Glirkazoid galaxy geeks, have lost the Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus 11, in the massive implosion of Neprotonicus 11, just a few minutes ago.

Gary - "Woe is we, Rosie!  The FIRST mission we have miserably failed at, girl."

Rosie - "This is NOT the first mission we've failed, Gary. Remember the time we got "lost in space," and never made it to Quleerian...Planet Of Cat People in time to change their global litter box? We had to sweep up kitty krap for 7 yestrereiums!"

Gary - "Yeah, but..."

Rosie - "We also messed up the mission to help the Munchkins Of  Missapeerious, when you partook of two much Hard Purple Glirf and called them pipsqueaks and midgets, which caused them to turn on us, instead of the giant gantigos beast about to attack their puny population!"

Gary - "That WAS real messy, but..."

Rosie - "Another time, we were summoned to the planet of Surrealius, to divert a city-sized asteroid that was about to destroy the whole cockadoodie planet, and we diverted it alright...into their twin planet of R.U. Sirius, which was a lot more important than Surrealius, because of the vast amount of comedians that resided there! And you say, we've never failed a mission?!!"

Gary - "Rosie, look back at the top of the page! I said, this is the first mission we have MISERABLY failed at! Other missions we have stupendously failed at, or horribly failed at, or even catastrophically failed at, but this is the first we have MISERABLY  failed at!"

Rosie - "You do have a point, Gary. But if you wear a floppy hat, no one will see it!"

Gary - "Ha ha. You're funnier than a screen door on a subma..."

Rosie - "GARY!!! LOOK OUT OF THE PORTHOLE ON THE STARBOARD SIDE OF THE SHIP!!!"

Gary - "Rosie...you know I never can remember which side is starboard, and which is port!"

Rosie - "OVER HERE! WHERE I'M LOOKING OUT OF THE PORTHOLE, NUMBSKULL!!

As our two Glirkazoid gawkers stare out into the blackness of spaze, they see something astonishing! The unmistakable green glow of the Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus 11, drifting about 100 zehecktermeters from the Silver Sausage spazeship!!!

Gary - "How can this be, Rosie?!! When objects are imploded, they are swiftly sucked into a black hole, never to be seen again!"

Rosie - "That's true, my dear Watson...but if the object is made up of antimatter particulates, infused with hyperion energy delfamations, with a twist of corogenic, profusinary, nano technology, like the Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus 11, the object can escape the forces of implosion!!"

Gary - "Wow! I love it when you talk scientific! Who's Watson?!"

Rosie - "No time to talk now, Gary! We need to use our robotic, grabber arms to retrieve the Great Jewel from the endless, vast reaches of spaze, cadet!!"

Gary - "LET ME DO IT!! LET ME DO IT!!!"

Rosie - "Very well, go ahead."

Gary - "How do I do it, now?"

Rosie - "(Sigh) Grab two of those small, round, metal disks and put them in the slot. Now, work the "joy stick" to make the arm go different directions, until you're directly over the Great Jewel. Push the button on top of the "joy stick" and the claw will drop and grab the jewel, where you can maneuver it back to the Silver Sausage and drop it in the hatch. Kapeesh?"

Gary - "Kapeeshin' all the way, Rosie!! The Great Jewel is as good as got, my friend!!"

After MANY tries, MANY metal disks, and  a lot of Glirkazoid grofanity, Gary gives up!

Gary - "This is IMPOSSIBLE, Rosie! We'll just have to chalk this mission up to our first miserable failure."

Rosie - "Let me try, okay?"

Gary - "Ha ha ha! Rosie! If I couldn't retrieve the Great..."

Rosie - "Got it!"

At that, Rosie drops the elusive jewel down the hatch, and the glorious, gleaming, Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus 11 shines brightly on the poop deck of the ship! 

Okay. Now the folks who have just inhabited Neprotonicus 12 will have the power from the Great Jewel to, uh, power their homes and businesses for time immemorial...If  our Glirkazoid heroes make it there alive!!

Next Wednesday we will follow the Silver Sausage spazeship, and our Glirkazoid grabber gurus, to more adventures and madcap madness in OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY!!

Make Tuesday The Best Ever!

Instead of Tuesday being dullsville, as usual, you and I can make it a super duper, fantastic day with just a few adjustments!

For instance...

1. Talk in a foreign accent all day. Whichever one you do best. I think I do a middle eastern accent the best. What about you? No matter. Whatever accent you do will make your day more interesting, by causing your friends, family, and co-workers consternation, confusion and trepidation...which is loads of fun!!!

2. .Wear outlandish clothing. The clothes we wear everyday (especially on Tuesday) are so boring. Let's pazazz ourselves up by wearing psychedelic colors, flower pots on our heads, snowshoes, Vulcan ears, eyeglasses bigger than dinner plates (like Sir Elton), zoot suits, tutu's, formal gowns...see examples below...

3. Call all the folks that hate you, and tell them you LOVE them! Talk about messin' with their minds! Whowee!! That will totally disrupt their evil train of thoughts about you...or not!!

4. Eat food you've NEVER had on a Tuesday. No need to get too exotic, like "snake head soup," but maybe one of those meatless Whoppers that they keep advertising every 20 minutes! Or make your own concoction! One suggestion would be, mix together in large mixing bowl, a pound of whole radishes, 2 cups of whole beets, 2 lbs minced beef tongue, 2 liters of Blatz beer, 50 garlic skins, 5 pounds of pork liver,  a gallon of chocolate mint ice cream, 2 cups of Purina dog chow, and 20 over ripe bananas! 

After mixing for 222 seconds, pour concoction into baking dish, greased with pure lard, and place in Easy Bake Oven for 24 hours (if concoction does not fit in Easy Bake Oven, use a fireplace, or campfire), until blackened beyond recognition. Maybe not a gourmet delight, but unique!

By now, you see my point, right? No? Well, the point is, if you want Tuesday to be more than a boring, mundane, uneventful day, you need to do something DIFFERENT, to spice it up! If it gets you arrested, ALL THE BETTER!! Something to tell your grand kids about, through the cell bars. 

Have a TERRIFIC TUESDAY!!!

Disclaimer - Any suggestions made by the author of Bloggadocious 222 to commit actions that would cause an individual to go to jail, are purely intended for comedy reasons , and not to be confused with ANYTHING close to reality, or REAL advice! We apologize for any persons who have mistakenly took the words from this blog as truth, and ended up in jail for an unwarrented amount of tom. Tom who?

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...

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