Glen Miller Kicked Some Serious Ass!

I Love Our Rich American Culture!
I love My Having Been Blessed

To Have Been Born An American.
And Yes!
I Am A Vet!

(And A Patriot!)

And I love My Country!
Forever!

Wanna Test The Veracity of My Statement?

Well, Stand By For Heavy Rolls!

As The Shit Hits Your Fan!

Y’all Understand my

Tennessee Connection to this.

Sam Houston:

First President of

“The Republic of Texas

Former Guv of Tennessee, Drunkard. Great, Brave Man.

Soldier of the First Order

Military Genius

He Retains a Special Place In My Heart.

I Admire Him.

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Right?

Right??

Fuckin’ Right???

GO NAVY!

BEAT ARMY!

“Gone With The Bear” – As My Third Wife Referred To it. “Just Hold On And Suck In.” –Mammy

–Mammy

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.)

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Bonus to Accentuate My Point:

(Christine has such a rich, deep down dark chocolate voice . I love her)

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Just for fun!

“I’m Mad and I’ll not be!”

“I’ve gotta go, but I’ll be back…”

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Since he Referenced...

Street Cred for the Vid: littlebrat672

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Bye!

I Don’t Need No More (Toilet) – Trouble

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.”

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(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…)

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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.”

(Shit!)

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?”
“I suppose.”
“Okay Baby. Tomorrow…”
“Cheers Baby. And Thank you.
Ciou”

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…

Oh Goody!
I can’t wait!

You Peck The Right Button, Pellets Fall Out

Street Cred for Vid: Shea

Hi Y’all.

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.’

And Pray.

Happy Wednesday Y’all

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Bonus Track:

In My Ever-Persistent Search For Happiness & Beauty In My Life

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.

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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.

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Just had to:

Jennifer!

Maniac!

Captured my Heart all-over-again!

Frequently you must search it out.
Shit!
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:
Happiness.
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.)

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I hope you do too.

Find ‘Happy’

Live Happy

Cheers!

(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)

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‘Added Value’ :

Right vs. Left—Left vs. Right—Spy vs. Spy: Who Am I?

“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

(Ed. Note: This Post has kinda Gone off the Rails & morph’d into an Annie Lennox bit)

Sorry. Not Sorry.

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In most things Politic, I list heavily to Starboard.
But at other times I list slightly to Port.

My Ship Never straddles

The ‘Safe’ Middle.

I am ‘Complicated.’ As are all ‘Thinking People.’

I am delirious with pain right now.

Ignore me.
Wish I had some of the ‘good’ drugs…

Ed. Note: I know I have promised BOTH of My Faithful Readers to write some longer, better, substantial Shit,
But
This Screwed-up neck of mine, along with the accompanying pain makes it almost unbearable to bend over this
‘IBM Selectric’ Typewriter

C’est Moi!

for more than a few minutes at a time.

Now, returning to the subject meat of this matter,

(“More Matter, Less Art.”–Thank you Gertrude)

Was there a ‘subject’ ??
Oh Yeah.
Right vs. Left
Spy vs. Spy
Yin vs. Yang
Peas vs. Carrots
Madness

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My Adventure in trying to get published:

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Footnote:

I forgot I had left a glass of wine in the ‘head’ (Navy parlance for ‘Bathroom’); now I have a platoon of

Drunken Gnats

to add to my list of shit I must deal with.

Cheers Y’all!

PS
I just drop this in because this is MY Blog
And I like it.
So THERE!

(The Title…and the lyrics, are Slightly Germane and suit my narrative just fine)

And I find Annie extremely attractive

With or without makeup.

(Especially without her makeup!)

She’s a fucking Barbie Doll

Create your own fantasy; leave me to mine.

“This boat is sinking. Some things are better left unsaid…”

“You don’t know what I fear.”

“I used to be Lunatic”

I got better…

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No one will get this far, but I deposit it anyway:

Shared Street Cred Vid: ggarlick46

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Bonus Super-Duper:

Thanks to Kevin Bacon & kingofkungfu2002 for the share