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I changed my blogging website from LiveJournal to WordPress.  I was having issues with LiveJournal, so I decided a switch was called for.  So, if you’re following me from LiveJournal, welcome back.  If you’re here for the first time, welcome aboard.  Grab a chair and sit down.

Yabba Dabba Dew

I remember Yabba Dabba Dew–at least the commercials for it. It was a fruit drink sold in 46-ounce cans, like Hi-C. There also seems to be a powder fruit drink version.

I also remember this commercial for the product:

I don’t think Yabba Dabba Dew stuck around for long. I tried find more information about Yabba Dabba Dew on the ‘Net, but I found little.

There’s also a cocktail drink called Yabba Dabba Dew. Here’s a recipe for it:


MOVIE–“American History X”

Music–The Yabba Dabba Dew jingle; RACHEL, Rachel Willis Sorenson; TALLAHASSEE, the Mountain Goats


Coolest. Crossover. Ever.

In 1974, Julia Child, a.k.a. the French Chef, took a trip to Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood to visit the children’s educational TV icon and show the kids how to make cookless spaghetti sauce.

Now I wish somebody would make a movie based on this event. Tom Hanks can reprise his role as Mr. Rogers, and Meryl Streep can do the same for Julia Child.

I’d watch that!

Red overkill

The Ohio primary is six days away.

I only watch one half-hour of commercial TV a day (besides TCM and FXM Retro): JEOPARDY!–at least until I start watching sports again. Right now about two-thirds of them are political ads. Four fifths of those of for the U.S. Senate nomination, and four-fifths of those are for Republican candidates. The ads have been getting on my nerves since September. Most of them concern the candidates bashing each other. I can’t even watch them anymore; when they appear, I mute the TV and avoid looking at the screen as much as possible.

The future looks darker every day.

Stupid things to do with your money

Cincinnati Reds fans want Elon Musk to buy to buy the team.

I think Musk can do better than buy a 3-14 baseball franchise.

If he does, by a miracle, purchase the team, he’ll probably make Donald Trump the manager.

Then the team would be the Really Big Red Machine.

And I would start rooting for the Detroit Tigers.

MOVIE–“Sweet Smell of Success.”

MUSIC–Discover Classical. <www.discoverclassical.org>


I woke up at about 4 a.m. this morning. I didn’t feel like going back to bed. This was the day my Dad in Florida was going to have his colostomy. Shortly before five I started writing in my journal. Afterward I cleaned the bathroom and ate breakfast. At around 7:15 I went out for my daily walk, when I return home, I played on the computer, took a shower, and ate lunch.

Dad’s surgery was scheduled for noon; my stepmother said it would last about two hours. She was going to text us when she had any information she wanted to pass on. At 1:35 she texted saying that the surgeon was running an hour late. She then added they were taking him to the operating room. At 3:25 she texted again. She had just talked to the surgical nurse. They were getting ready to take him to recovery. He had done fine. At 4:08 she texted again. She had just talked to the doctor and the recovery room nurse. Everything had gone well. He would be moving to a room in 30 minutes.

Soon after receiving my stepmother’s last text, I took a nap. Since late morning I’d felt tired, and I thought I’d take one. I needed one.

I’m baaaack!

Yes, Viriginia. I’m starting to blog again. And I’m also starting to get back into sports again. Probably a stupid time to return to sports; my favorite Major League Baseball Team, the Cincinnati Reds, are 3-13.

On the bright side, they’re on their best longest winning streak of the season:

One game.

MUSIC–RACHEL, Rachel Willis Sorenson


MOVIES–“The Robe,” “The Basketball Diaries,” “The Last Picture Show.”

BOOK–DOCTOR ZHIVAGO, Boris Pasternak; RICH DAD POOR DAD, Robert T. Kiyosaki

#Refball, or I Got the Ol’ Zebra Blues

Sunday night I watched the Super Bowl between the Cincinnati Bengals and the Whatever-City-They’re-In Rams. I was rooting for the Bengals, being a fan of that team most of my life. After the Rams had beaten them, I was depressed.

My depression has now made a lateral move to alienation. Sunday’s game was Refball. The officials decided the game; they should’ve won the MVP Award.

It’s become more and more that way in sports. In a close game, the officials have a bigger say in the outcome than the athletes. Refball is souring me on the whole idea of watching sports. I think I’d rather spend my time reading or watching something else on TV.

TV–The World Refball Championship, SOUTH PARK.



Disturbing PEARLS

STEPHAN PASTIS’ comic strip PEARLS BEFORE SWINE is one of my favorites. But I found today’s strip disturbing:


Pig seems to be advocating violence, like the January 6th attack or another civil war. I just find that disturbing.

TV: NFL playoffs and NCAA basketball.

BOOK: BYZANTIUM ENDURES, by Michael Moorcock

MOVIE: “Munich: the Edge of War” and “I’m Thinking of Ending Things”