Toys!

1) What was your favorite toy as a child?
My G.I. Joe. I played soldier, diver, warrior, and Superman with him.

2) What is your favorite toy now that you’re “grown up”?
Computer. I like playing on the computer.

3) What is the most dangerous toy you had growing up?
Those evil lawn darts. I was lucky no one was killed by those things.

4) What is the most dangerous toy you have now?
My car. It is possessed by and evil spirit you see.

5) What one toy do you wish you had/have?
I wish I had Transformers when I was a kid. I would have hours of enjoyment with changing them, but I was born too early. Transformers didn’t come out until I was in my late teens…. very late teens. But I do have a few now.

Play with your Friday Five.

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I was watching The Discovery Channel *yawn* last night and caught the new *yawn* episode of MythBusters. The episode was *yawn* about yawning, butter toast landing, and *yawn* toy car races. They had the gall *yawn* to start off with a test of the contagion of *yawn* yawning. I could have told you *yawn* that was true. But the experiments were *yawn* interesting to watch. I really liked the *yawn* experiment on wether toast lands butter side down. It has been *yawn* my experience that toast almost always lands butter side down. They however found that it is *yawn* equally likely to land unbuttered side. And the toy car experiment was cool. They *yawn* matchbox car along side a Viper to see which is faster in a quarter mile. The MysthBuster team *yawn*came up with some very interesting results.

Has anyone noticed how cute is Kari Byron, one of the interns on the show. She has the most gorgeous smile. Now Scottie Chapman(I love her tattoos) and Christine Chamberlain are two nice looking young women as well. How do Adam and Jamie get so luck to have such attractive women to work with them? *yawn*

Did you know Kari has a website?

Amazing. I was actually yawning as I typed this. Yawning is conta*yawn*gious.

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Again I have nothing to write about… boring! It seems the blogging muse has gone on vacation this month and neglected to leave a forwarding number.

Yes, I know my comments are not working, see the notice and link below.

Maybe a picture of hauntingly lovely lady from Wisconsin, Justine Joli….

And for the ladies, Antonio Sabato Jr……

Of course this song has been rolling around in my head since I looked at that picture of Justine Joli….

Devil Woman
by Cliff Richard

I’ve had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the cat at my door
So I came into you sweet lady
Answering your mystical call
Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
And I knew it was a spell she cast

She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you
She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you from behind

Give me the ring on your finger
Let me see the lines on your hand
I can see me a tall dark stranger
Giving you what you hadn’t planned
I drank the potion she offered me
I found myself on the floor
Then I looked into those big green eyes
And I wondered what I’d come there for

She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you
She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you from behind

If you’re out on a moonlit night
Be careful of them neighborhood strays
Of a lady with long black hair
Tryin’ to win you with her feminine ways
Crystal ball on the table
Showing the future, the past
Same cat with them evil eyes
You’d better get out of there fast

She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you
She’s just a devil woman
With evil on her mind
Beware the devil woman
She’s gonna get you…

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Han:Looks like a moon.
Obi Wan: That is no moon… it is a space station.

This pretty impressive picture of Saturn’s moon Mimas brought to you by Astonomy Picture of the Day

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Some thoughts just wander around in my head until I write them down. Unfortunately the thoughts then wander around on the paper until I type them… and they still seem to wander after that. Here are some thoughts that I had…

BRATZ^® – Who thought up these things? Big heads, small bodies, big eyes, big lips…. someone must have been thinking about grotesques love dolls or something… or watching to many Pam Anderson videos.

Georgia’s recent abortion wait time bill – According to the law that is sitting on the Governor’s desk at this moment is that a 24 hour wait period will be required before any abortion can be performed in Georgia and if the child is a minor, the parent’s have to be informed first and a pamphlet must be provided that shows the fetus at the different stages of development. Yes, I agree a 24 hour wait period is a good idea, but no exceptions are made in the case of the mother’s health and in instances of rape. And the whole pamphlet idea is just gross. The woman wanting the abortion is having a hard enough time as it is, we don’t need to add more guilt and anguish. And informing parents of minors getting an abortion is fine if an exception is made for special instances such as rape and incest, but the bill has no provisions for such.

Reality shows – This was one concept I never fully understood. I know quite a few people are really big fans of some of them, but I just don’t get it. It seems invasive and morally iffy. I like the educational shows on channels like Discovery, A&E, and TLC, I even like shows like What Not To Wear, Trading Places, and While You Were Out. I just don’t get the Trading Spouses or Who’s My Daddy, or whatever it is called. It sounds so sleazy, like watching a train wreck with hundreds of mutilated bodies flying around.

Bob and The Enzyte commercials – I wonder about Bob’s wife. Every time you see her she is smiling like Bob. We know why Bob is smiling, he is getting a piece from every woman in his neighborhood and at work because he is “enhanced”. You’ve seen those women, they just can’t wait to sit on Bob’s lap and when Bob emerged from the pool they had this dreamy look as if they had been getting personal attention from Bob. All the guys are upset until they get some Enzyte and they start getting what Bob is getting. But back to Bob’s wife. Okay, she may be smiling because he is doing her in his “enhanced” mode and she is also probably downing enough Valium to keep an elephant happy… or is she. Maybe Bob’s wife likes to watch as Bob demonstrates his “enhanced” abilities to the ladies.

I have some more stuff on my mind, but my brain hurts right now so I’ll just leave you with the above.

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No thinking allowed! Write down the first answers that pop into your head:

1 thing that’s on your mind right now
Damn! She is a hot babe!

2 songs you like
“She Bop” and “Bohemian Rapsody”.

3 things that make you angry
People who do not stop at stop signs, war, and mean people.

4 things that make you happy
Flowers, love, togetherness, and giving.

5 people who have made a big impact on your life
My mother, my first art teacher, my high school Industrial Arts teacher, Bill Gates, and my wife.

Now my brain hurst from thinking to fast.

Quick! Do your Friday Five!

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I was listening to one of my collection of CD’s when the song “Ode To Billie Joe” came up and it got me to thinking about what the song is about. According to Bobbie Gentry, the singer and author of the song, the main idea of the song is about the apathy of the family of the song, with the exception of the singer, about the suicide of Billie Joe MacAllister. Bobbie does an excellent job in conveying the lack of emotion about the incident, but that is not what the controversy has been about this song. The mystery since the release of the song in 1967 is just what was thrown off the bridge and why did Billie Joe kill himself. A movie was release in 1976 called appropriately “Ode to Billy Joe” (note the change in spelling) that gave one possible explanation for the events, i.e. the thing thrown off the bridge was a rag doll and that Billy Joe killed himself because of a homosexual affair.

Speculations about the object that was thrown ranges from flowers, to a stillborn or aborted baby, to a body. And the reasons for the news that Billie Joe had jump include that it was not suicide but a murder, suicide over a failed relation, and accident, a suicide over some dark secret, and suicide caused by the feeling of hopelessness felt by Billie Joe over his position in life.

It has been reported that a seven minute version of the song existed that gave more details, but the studio execs requested a shorter version that was released that left an air of mystery to the song.

If I were going to make a movie about the song, I would preserve the air of mystery. Have the movie start out about the relationship of the two principles of the song, and then jump to hiding a secret which involves the two throwing something indescribable into the river and have the two live with the terrible secret until Billie Joe kills himself. But the important part would be to NEVER TELL WHAT WAS THAT WAS THROWN INTO THE RIVER NOR WHAT IS THE SECRET. That would make people sooo infuriated, but it would preserve the essence of the song. If any one out there can get the backing for that movie, I’d be happy to write the screenplay and even direct it.

In case you don’t know what I’m talking about, here are the lyrics….

Ode To Billie Joe
by Bobbie Gentry

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day.
I was out chopping cotton and my brother was baling hay.
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat.
And Mama hollered out the back door “y’all remember to wipe your feet,”
And then she said “I got some news this morning from Choctaw Ridge,”
“Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge.”

And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the black-eyed peas:
“Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please.”
“There’s five more acres in the lower forty I’ve got to plow.”
And Mama said it was a shame about Billy Joe, anyhow.
Seems like nothing ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge.
And now Billy Joe MacAllister’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge.

And brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe,
Had put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show.
And wasn’t I talking to him after church last Sunday night?
“I’ll have another piece of apple pie; you know it don’t seem right.
“I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge,
“And now you tell me Billie Joe’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge.”

And Mama said to me: “Child, what’s happened to your appetite?
“I’ve been cooking all morning and you haven’t touched a single bite.
“That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today.
“Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way.
“He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge.
“And she and Billy Joe was throwing something off the Tallahatchie Bridge.”

A year has come and gone since we heard the news ’bout Billy Joe,
And brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo.
There was a virus going ’round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring.
And now Mama doesn’t seem to wanna do much of anything.
And me, I spend a lot of time picking flowers up on Choctaw Ridge.
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge.

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Sometimes I wonder if email comes through time tunnels from the past. I received an email about yesterday’s post, more specifically about the picture. To paraphrase… “I thought you were a white guy. You went and posted a picture of a(n) (African-American) woman and called her pretty.” Since that was the whole of the letter, I don’t know quite what to think. I’m assuming from the tone of the letter that this person objects to picture.

Yes, I am a Caucasian male. My ethnic heritage is Scottish, Irish, Welsh, and Cherokee. I’m not very white, I’m actually more of a medium tan when I’m not out in the sun. Now what woman do I find pretty? Well it is not based on her skin color, religion, theology, ideology, or social status. What makes her pretty is her bearing and attitude, but I’d be lying if I said facial and body features did come into play as well. A pretty woman is just… pretty.

And yes, I have dated women not of my skin color (there were quite a few African-American and East Indian ladies that I groveled before), religion (Hindi women can be really hot), ideology (smart girls are mid-blowing), political views (Republicans aren’t all anal), social status (rich girls are all stuck-up either), and sexual orientation (I may not be their type but I can still drool over them). I’m the type that if you flash your pearly whites and bat your eyes I’m yours to command.

Yeah, it does get me in a boatload of trouble sometimes, but what am I to do? I can see myself in my later years in the retirement home chasing little old ladies with my walker. Yeah baby, lets cut a rug and break our hips.

Before you ask, no I have not dated guys. Would I? I don’t rightly know. Tens years ago I would have said a resounding, now I’ m not so sure now. But I did date for a long time a lady who used to be a guy and I knew her when she was a guy.

So if I have offended you, my apologies but I ain’t changin’. You can go read someone else’s blog if you like.

Maybe it is time for some more Julia Hayes.

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