Yeah, I do!
Don’t Worry; I’ll Get to it!
Yeah, I do!
Don’t Worry; I’ll Get to it!
Poignant and Timely:
Vid Share Credit: Swingin’ Pig
All of the Prose below is stolen.
Just my feeble attempt to pay in my humble way… to try to pay proper tribute to the memory of a Great, Brave American Veteran…
“Medgar Wiley Evers (July 2, 1925 – June 12, 1963) was an American civil rights activist in Mississippi, the state’s field secretary for the NAACP, and a World War II veteran who had served in the United States Army. He worked to overturn segregation at the University of Mississippi, end the segregation of public facilities, and expand opportunities for African Americans, which included the enforcement of voting rights.”
“Evers was assassinated in 1963 by Byron De La Beckwith, a member of the White Citizens’ Council in Jackson, Mississippi. This group was formed in 1954 in Mississippi to resist the integration of schools and civil rights activism. As a veteran, Evers was buried with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery. His murder and the resulting trials inspired civil rights protests; his life and these events inspired numerous works of art, music, and film. All-white juries failed to reach verdicts in the first two trials of Beckwith in the 1960s. He was convicted in 1994 in a new state trial based on new evidence.”
Text Credit: Wikipedia
Appreciate what a Wonderful, Rich, Sometimes Sad, Heritage We Share.
Video Compilation Credit: huldr rrr
Best Clip. Ignore The Others
Except the Christine McVie toward the end. That one is requisite!
Video Compilation Credit: Michael and Stephanie Sandberg
Video Compilation Credit: ‘S’ et al.
First time I actually ‘talked’ to her was in her ‘Office’.
(She was a ‘new-hire’ Freshly Pressed with her Ph.D.,– Professor at the University and I was in her Brit Lit Class.)
I had already fallen hopelessly in love with her at this point.
‘One Hundred and One–Pounds of Fun’–Yes. She was Tiny
(She looked Kinda Like ‘Betty-Boop’. But in a good way.
“Gidget Gone Haywire” she referred to herself.
(Those quotes were hers, not mine–See my attraction yet?)
I’ve always been a fool for a good-looking woman with brains.
She instinctively knew this.
So I waltzed into her office...
Ready to profess My Un-Dying Love.
She Picked up a Ping-Pong Like Paddle With the Image of Scarlett O’Hara on it and held it in front of her face.
At this point, I realized I was in way over my head.
(But I somehow managed to marry her anyway.)
Damn! How I miss Her!
And her wit
And her novel way with words
I just miss everything about her… mostly her essence.
Her Efflorescence essence.
God Damn! But I did Love Her!
(Still do, I suppose.)
Bonus to Accentuate My Point:
(Christine has such a rich, deep down dark chocolate voice . I love her)
Just for fun!
“I’m Mad and I’ll not be!”
“I’ve gotta go, but I’ll be back…”
Since he Referenced...
Street Cred for the Vid: littlebrat672
I Love To Laugh (at me) And My Chasing at Sobriety
“Hey Lance! What would you do if you ever caught the Sobriety Bus?”
“Burn my nose on the tail-pipe–I don’t know–haven’t thought it through.”
(Ed. Note: The Bob Marley Vid ain’t Necessary, nor requisite.
But I find it a ‘Nice Touch.’ Watch it if you want. Don’t if you don’t.)
“Totally ”Down-Stroyed'” I love a play on words!
(When it works…)
So I discover a small lake in my ‘Head’—Bathroom.
“Whatever does this mean?”
I asked the Resident Gnat Watch-keeper.
“You’re the Fucking Genius, Tell Us.” he replied.
I scoped it out.
Sure as shit, The Shitter was leaking out of its ass.
I closed the water supply, emptied the basin, found some towels, threw same upon the floor.
Went back to my neglected beer.
Then came a knocking upon my door…
“Mister Marcom, is there a leak in your bathroom?
Water water everywhere in this hall.” Deb said.
I replied, “Uh, Yeah, but I fixed it.”
(Don’t want no trouble)
Deb said, “I’ll send Cynthia around to check it out. My ‘Guy’ isn’t here today.”
Presently, My Love, My Cynthia, arrives.
“How you doin’ Baby?”
(She always calls me ‘Baby’—It is a ‘Black Woman Thing’)
“I’m Fine Baby.”
(I can do ‘Black Woman’ vernacular too)
“Y’all got a leak?”
“Yeah, it’s the toilet, but I ‘fixed’ it. Turned off the water and emptied it.”
“So, you need a new toilet?”
“Okay Baby. Tomorrow…”
“Cheers Baby. And Thank you.
And she left.
Now I have something to look forward to:
Some smelly fat white-guy Plumber invading my Sanatorium to replace my toilet and displace what little concentration I have left.
(As an Old–Fat, Smelly White Guy Myself–I know far too well, the Breed, and what to expect.)
There are no less than thirty empty wine boxes in my head. Curious as to how ‘Plumber Man’ will deal with them…
I can’t wait!
Street Cred for Vid: Shea
I spend almost all of my ‘awake’ hours thinking about writing.
I spend what is ‘left-over’ actually writing.
Since most of Y’all who are kind enough to visit me here are writers too, I would like to share some of my thoughts about the ‘writing process’, or at least ‘My’ Version of the Writing Process.
As I said, I spend an inordinate amount of time ‘Thinking’ about writing.
Not ‘searching’ for things to write ‘about’
Oh Hell No!
I’ve got so much shit in my head I WANT to write, but Most of it is garbage.
But ever’ once in a while, a light bulb comes to life (Light?)
And then I write.
To be completely honest, at that point, it takes me very little time to write it. I don’t (for the most part) fuss much over spelling, punctuation, nor anything else.
I DO, however, invest way too much time searching for music or images, or videos to accentuate and help my narrative.
(Truthfully, I use music and videos as a crutch to hold me up and forestall my lack of confidence… )
This is a character flaw I possess.
Anyway, at some point I clik the ‘Publish Button.’
Happy Wednesday Y’all
Share Credit: Y’all Enjoy Thanks to Kevin Bacon (Yeah, that actor dude) Yeah, we’re FB Buds. Hahahahah! Someone put a lot of time and effort into constructing this vid; wish I could give proper credit. Alas..
Ed. Note: (At the beginning. Yes, not ‘conventional’)
But if you do not watch the videos, you are wasting your time here.
Street Share Vid Cred: kingofkungfu2002
Original Creators (I Think): Mike Stock, Pete Waterman, Matt Aitken
Fuk it. I tried.
I am usually met with success.
(Because I am persistent)
‘Happiness’ is a choice.
A Conscious Choice.
You can choose to be happy.
You can choose to be sad.
It is your choice.
Not saying that it is always easy,
To find Happy.
Just had to:
Captured my Heart all-over-again!
Frequently you must search it out.
Sometimes even I have to look under the bed
In the ‘head.’ –Navy Vernacular
Under The Couch.
Under The Grouch
But I always find it:
Like the Vid at the top of this post—That made me happy.
I searched it out.
(Found it Buried in my instant messages and behind my fridge–but I found it–finally.)
I hope you do too.
(Confession Time: The only reason this post even exists is to serve as a vehicle for the marvelous dance videos at the top. Feel free to ignore all my preachy bullshit prose and just enjoy the videos. Hahahahaha)
‘Added Value’ :