Confession Sunday

I am not Catholic, but I read once that confession is good for the soul. Last week's posts were all canned. Yes, the recordings were all Memorex (that makes sense to those of you of a certain age). I was in the sunny (sometimes) South all of last week. I had a great time. All of the posts were written at least a week in advance, some have been in the can for more than a month.

You never know what you get in the blog world, fresh baked posts or the stuff that has been on the shelf a while. A real person or a fat guy in the basement rubbing one out to pygmy sex video porn.  You never know.

I saw an old lady on a Rascal Scooter rear end another lady on a Rascal Scooter. She hit hard enough the back end flew up upon the rapid stop. I checked to see if they were OK, but the old ladies were too busy cursing each other to answer. That is true. One had on a pair of those massive Blue Blocker sunglasses. Just another instance in my life where i was wishing I had a permanent video camera recording events around me.

I saw 12 police cars heading south on I-75 just south of Atlanta late Friday night/Saturday morning. All had blue lights flashing. All passed in a few minutes. It had no effect on me, I was Northbound. I kept hearing the old TV Sheriff from some show or movie in my head --"You inna heap of trouble, Boy". It was something serious.  I don't care enough to try to look it up, though.

How about those Butler Bulldogs? You NCAA fans are cursing their bracket busting ways. The bulldog is an appropriate mascot. They play tough tenacious defense that just wears down their opponents. Will they have enough for UConn? We should know shortly after midnight Monday/Tuesday.

This post was typed fresh this morning.  See -- it is still steaming like the pile of crap it is.