Who’s Da Man?

So much white space, so few words dancing in my head to fill it.  

Really, I have nothing to say. I am certain you find that hard to believe. Oh, I could run out some blah, blah about the weather. I could pretend we have an active social life. I could tell you my weekend plans: nothing interesting. I am simultaneously shocked and bored by the politics in our country. I am not sure you are waiting on my take on the NFL draft nor the state of things in the MLB. 

I’ve got nothing.

But wait! I have once again managed to scrape together a post complaining I have nothing to post about! 

Tada!

And I used lots of exclamation points! You know that means it’s important. 

And now for some Friday Music. Don’t listen Freddie!

Have a great Friday. 

Hoosier hysteria

 This is my favorite news story of the month.

“Harris reportedly went on to request that the substances be tested and indicated that she wanted to file charges against the individual who sold her the narcotics, court documents said.”

Bwha ha ha

Ah, now I don't hardly know her

 If I have not put up some Tommy James in our Friday music listening previously, I have been very remiss. 

If I have previously posted this, then you already know this is a great tune and will not mind giving another listen. 

You know I’m right (I usually am).

I need a little bread and cheese to go with that whine

I have said for years that it is rare that I wake up and say to myself “I don’t want to go to work today.” Well, except that year or so during Covid when I was out of meaningful work and was laboring at Lowe’s, but you get the gist. I like my job. Today is one of those days where I do want to log on. 

I’ve been dealing with a myriad of issues at work and I don’t want to deal with it yet again today. I will. By the time I get through my emails I will be fully in the swing of things. Still, I am reminded it is Monday.  

I used to say I could never see myself retired. I would have to work at something. At this point, five more years seems like forever. 

Things will be better tomorrow. 

Wait Until Otis Sees Us

 I saw at list SOTI the other day counting down the fifty greatest comedy movies ever. I had seen most of the films, even the old B&W flicks from the thirties.  I agreed quite a few belonged on the list. The listing was garbage though. Any compilation that leaves off Porky’s, Animal House, Blazing Saddles, and Dumb and Dumber is no list at all. 

Perhaps someone goofed up and meant to compile a list of comedies that will not offend anyone? 

If you don’t have at least three of those four in your top twenty comedy list then your list is garbage.

That is fact, not opinion. Go ahead, argue and be wrong. I don’t mind.

These things happen

I’m enjoying a hot cup of coffee and some fresh-cut pineapple for breakfast. You don’t care about that, you want to hear about the weather. The furnace just kicked on if that answers your query. We had gorgeous weather earlier this week — upper seventies with bright blue skies. This morning is sunny albeit cold. We are forecast to have below normal temperatures for the next week. So long shorts, hello jeans and light jackets. 

Mother Nature, you can be cruel. 

Look, it wasn’t me. I have not had margarine for ages. I suppose you gotta be of a certain age to get that joke. 

Go forth and have a great Saturday.

Adios

It is with great sadness I hear of the passing of Dickie Betts of the Allman Brothers band. Betts wrote some of my favorite tunes including this one I occasionally sing in full volume when I’m alone in the car:

Why not a double take for Friday music?

I know all of the words to BOTH songs.

On a different note, yesterday’s post was supposed to publish Today, but through operator error was scheduled for the 18th instead. By the time I noticed the mistake, it was too late.