The Buzz

As much as I admire Neil Armstrong–probably because: 1) he didn’t exploit he achievement and 2) he was born about 20 miles from where I live.  I love Buzz Aldrin.

I mean, no other astronaut had an episode of MONTY PYTHON’S FLYING CIRCUS named after him.


My latest earworm: commercial’s jingle is sticking in my head:

I thought it was for a Hyundai, and I was right.  But I’d forgotten the brand name.

In my mind sometimes a simple commercial often stick in my head more than a complex production.  I still remember commercials for the Kewpie, a small chain of hamburger restaurants in Lima, about 35 miles from Celina, 30-plus years after they’d aired.  It was basically a card with the restaurant’s logo and a cute jingle:  “Hamburger with pickle on top/Makes you heart go flippity-flop.”

And there was this commercial from the mid-2000s:


Twenty minutes after the commercial had ended, I forgot the vehicle it was trying to sell (Hummer).  The commercial was too arty for its own good.



Paris the thought


“We’ll always have Paris”–Rick Blaine, “Casablanca.”

“HORSE HOCKEY!”–Col. Sherman T. Potter, M*A*S*H.


Lord Dampnut strikes again.

Of course, if a cataclysmic environmental catastrophe does happen, the fundamentalist Christians will probably blame the legalization of gay marriage.


The O’Money Factor

If I were betting man, I would’ve bet that Bill O’Reilly would survive the crapton of scandals surrounding him.  But I was wrong.

I think the main reason for his ouster was that he was costing the network money, with advertising bailing like passengers from the Titanic.

What have we learned from this.

That Fox News’ parent company, News Corp, passes something more important to it besides conservatism:



Having a Dickens of a Time

In the spirit of this I’m giving you the opening to one of my favorite novels, improved:



It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way–in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.  And then the murders began.