Drunk History Is Back!

I’m glad to see that show return with new episodes.

Now begins the wait for The Orville and Wrecked on TBS to return.

John Oliver won’t have new episodes airing until mid-February.

My other comedy relief continues to deliver, thankfully.

They make the daily goings-on in the news bearable.

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The Sad Tale of Foxy-Sox (Re-blogged)

It is now New Year’s Eve eve! In light of that, here is a short tale which bears repeating before the drunken debauchery commences.

Yes, the pun is intended!

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Eyrie Of An Aries

Foxy-Sox was the best-looking fox in the forest. From the time she was a kit, her father and mother had raved over her silky fur and beautiful, bushy tail. Because of all this attention, she grew quite vain. Every day, she would wander down to a stream or pond near the family den and stare at her reflection for hours. “I’m such a beautiful fox!” she would think to herself as she combed her fur and fluffed her tail. “Who wouldn’t want to be me?”

One day, Foxy went further from the den than usual, and came across a funny path: it had lots of planks of wood in rows, held down by two big, shiny things. Foxy looked closer, and could see her reflection in one of the shiny things – of course, she became enraptured by her own reflection. A loud noise broke her trance, and she jumped…

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A Little Bit o’ Levity!

I need some comedy relief – how about you?

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Friday Fun Time!!! 2 December 2016

I needed to bring the smile back to my face, and I am – especially since the faint-hearted and feeble-minded ones are unfollowing me! I don’t need or want the bad sort of stalkers, so it’s good that they’re going away. The only stalkers that I like are the ones on my ‘friends’ lists!

Anyway, this post is strictly and solely for my own amusement…so don’t you dare laugh! Don’t do it…don’t crack a smile or anything! You’d better not laugh, damnit! DON’T LAUGH, I SAY!!!

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Past-Time Weekend Fun!

I was inspired by another blogger to do this post, and it was nice to recall some of the good things from my childhood / pre-teen years. I see nothing wrong with indulging in some harmless reminiscing and nostalgia!

1. Searching through catalogues at home, looking for the “proper” school outfits for “young ladies” to wear, since I wasn’t allowed to go to the local clothing stores…but, on the days I did get to go, I managed to find things that were fairly nice. I’ve always had an eye for clothes – I wish that I had the time, patience, and talent to make my own…then, and now!

2. Playing Dungeons & Dragons with my older brothers and their friends – I was always A) the only girl in the room; B) the only non-white persons, and C) the youngest in the crowd…so, I learned to hold my own against many at an early age! Skinny little me in a room full of wrestlers, basketball players, and cross-country runners, LOL – Musclehead City! Still, they were smart…so the “dumb jock” stereotype never made sense to me. Then again, no stereotype makes sense!
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3. Wondering why Madonna was more famous than many others who had far more talent and class…and glad that my parental units never subjected us to the indignity of awards shows.

4. Indignantly insisting that my Def Leppard, Motley Crue, AC/DC, and Adam & the Ants t-shirts didn’t mean that I was suddenly worshipping Satan or doing drugs…which was odd, considering that my parents had the KISS: Double Platinum album on LP and 8-track, and listened to them on a regular basis – along with Gordon Lightfoot, George Benson, and Neil Diamond!

5. Waiting patiently for my turn on our Apple II+ computer on the nights that my brothers were home.

6. Gratified to see Tina Turner on MTV – I actually had dreams of being a singer in a rock n’ roll band, and she was my inspiration!

7. Wondering why Michael Jackson did that fateful Pepsi ad…especially since he supposedly didn’t drink the stuff. He burned himself for a product that he didn’t even use – was it karma?

8. Attending slumber parties with my few friends and watching cable at their house, to get my fix of which videos were ‘hawt’ on MTV!

9. Drooling over the “Frankie Say Relax” t-shirts in my Circus magazine and wanting one for myself, then getting pissed because “mommie dearest” wouldn’t have approved…even though there were no offending graphics on the shirts!

10. Riding my bicycle for hours on end, anywhere and everywhere I could go, just to find some secluded spot to sit and read: the cemetery, the goat farm, and the beach with petroglyphs were my favourite spots to hide away.

11. Reading in my room when Dallas, Dynasty, or the Dukes of Hazzard came on…I never understood how the ‘rental units could watch that dreck, yet criticize the daytime soaps with a straight face.

12. Baby-sitting for my kid siblings and their friends – earning money, early on, for my eventual escape from that house!

13. Practicing the piano, clarinet, and recorder…each for an hour. Sometimes, it seemed that my love of music was something that they wanted to squash – and it didn’t work, obviously!

14. Only caring about politics enough to kinda-sorta befriend the son and daughter of a local guy who decided to run for…mayor? state governor? I forget. I figured that being the “token black friend” of people who wanted to pretend that they liked diversity was better than nothing, at the time.
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15. Stunning my friends with my perfect recollection of some of the silliest songs, including “Another One Rides the Bus” by Weird Al Yankovic, and “No Anchovies Please” by the J. Geils Band.

16. Calling in to the local radio station for their “Friday Night Request Night,” and dreaming of one day being the soft, soothing voice pouring out of the speakers…which I did, five years later!

17. Wondering why people said that Vanessa Williams was the first “black” Miss America. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and light skin (from what I saw) didn’t make her “black” in my eyes then – and still doesn’t, to this day. Sue me.

18. Making endless “mix tapes” to listen to on my Walkman when I went out riding my bicycle or walking around – I was perfecting the process each and every time!

19. Dreaming of the day that I could get off of that tiny island and see the big, wide world beyond its borders.

20. Standing out on the deck of the boat we lived on, looking up at the stars, and listening to the roar of the waterfall. Summer months were spent out at the fish hatchery that my dad built, so we were away from “civilized folk” for weeks on end!

21. Going to the local library and hiding in a corner, reading, until closing time.

22. Laughing with my best friend as we wandered the streets at night, pretending that we were drunk after drinking Shirley Temples at the Elk’s club where her dad was a member.

23. Feeling important after walking into the “Teen Center” and owning the air-hockey table, Tempest, and the Time: 2000 pinball machine. My gaming prowess was just becoming apparent!

24. Sitting by the cast-iron fireplace reading, burning the bottoms of my socks off because I would use the thing as a foot-rest…our beagle would sleep behind it and snore; he had a small burnt-looking bit of fur on his left haunch because he laid up near the fireplace, too.

25. Cooking, cleaning, or writing in my journal on the weekends that I was grounded / “on restriction” for some imaginary wrongdoing – creating worlds in my head to escape to!

Ah, memories…those were the days, eh?

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Sharing Some Love!

I was given these two awards in quick succession. I though that these were the supportive actions of interested and interesting people, but found out otherwise.

When people bombard you with these things, it is safe to say that they have a lot of spare time on their hands. The institutionalized come to mind.

The rules for both the ‘Sunshine’ and ‘Sisterhood’ awards are similar so I combined them into one post.

The Sunshine / Sisterhood blogger awards rules:

• Thank the person who nominated you.
• Answer the 11 questions given.
• Nominate 11 bloggers and give them 11 questions to answer.

I can’t think of any good questions because I would want to ask 11 people one question unique to them, and I’d want to ask them face-to-face since that’s the best way to get to know people.

Did you find what you were looking for?

Good.

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Comedic Interlude…1st Friday!

It’s Friday and I could use a healthy dose of laughter after wanting to weep all week over the tragedies worldwide. Below are a few of my select, favourite comedic clips…enjoy them or don’t – hopefully, at least one of them will make you bust up!

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Conan O’Brien: The Andy Richter Skyrim voice-over reel

Conan O’Brien reviews The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Conan O’Brien hits Comic-Con(R) Mad Max-style

Friday Milestone…100 Followers!!!

I am ecstatic, elated, humbled and honoured! After grinding in my MMORPG from 2:30 a.m. until 10:00 a.m. PDT (-8 GMT) and taking a much-needed nap after completing an in-game campaign, I woke up to this wonderful notification: 100 WordPress followers…wow!

I’m speechless, LOL – I didn’t think I would reach 100 followers before the end of the year, especially since I sometimes seem to lose as many followers as I gain! There is at least one person who has been here from day one…I STILL SEE YOU, HERNIE!!! For now, I’ll simply post five in-game screenshots from the past 24 hours:

…also, here are five great songs to start the weekend off right – enjoy!

The Sad Tale of Foxy-Sox

Foxy-Sox was the best-looking fox in the forest. From the time she was a kit, her father and mother had raved over her silky fur and beautiful, bushy tail. Because of all this attention, she grew quite vain. Every day, she would wander down to a stream or pond near the family den and stare at her reflection for hours. “I’m such a beautiful fox!” she would think to herself as she combed her fur and fluffed her tail. “Who wouldn’t want to be me?”

One day, Foxy went further from the den than usual, and came across a funny path: it had lots of planks of wood in rows, held down by two big, shiny things. Foxy looked closer, and could see her reflection in one of the shiny things – of course, she became enraptured by her own reflection. A loud noise broke her trance, and she jumped away just in time to avoid a huge, long black monster that snarled and roared along the shiny path – but it cut off the tip of her tail!

Foxy was sad. Her beauty was marred – her tail was frayed! Her parents, sisters and brother all tried to reassure her that she was still beautiful and that her tail would grow back out, but she was inconsolable. She was determined to get that little bit of tail back, so when everyone else was asleep, she went back to the shiny path. She could see the white fur of her lost tail gleaming in the moonlight – so tantalizingly close! So intent was she on retrieving it, that she didn’t hear the quiet footsteps of a man on patrol. A shotgun blast took her head clean off…

The moral of the story?

“Don’t lose your head over a little piece of tail.”

 

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