Sub-subconscience

Short and Sweet.

So today I said I was quadriplegic--when I meant to say claustrophobic.

And I believe it to be a very Freudian slip, because I was trying to explain why I prefer using the handicap stall in the bathroom.

Short and sweet

Pink Floyd (Zen) and the art of (drunk) bicycle riding--

Music is the key to everything, oui?

Start with some sassy Prince's "Kiss" to get the pedals going and the heart pumping.

Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with...

Set the groove with Deep Purple's "Magic Carpet Ride"

Why don't ya come with me little girl...

Then find Elysium and cruise with Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb"

I can't explain, you would not understand; this is not how I am...

Something is WRONG

This will be short & sweet~
Scary things are happening in our world right now, a lot of them bad. I'm not sure there is a direct link to my experience, or if it is truly blog worthy (wait--since when have I written "worthy" blogs?) but--
I had to write this down to believe it…I got an appointment at the eye doctor for Wednesday. As in TOMORROW. Not a cancellation—I had my choice of times!! Has Hell frozen over???

The Blog of IRONY

I'm driving to work today, behind a big moving van. The name of the company is "Little Guy Movers" but their logo is this big burly guy carrying a refrigerator on his back. Clever.

Then I look at the car next to the truck. A woman is throwing her cigarette out the window, and her bumper sticker reads:
Prevent Wildfires


FYI! I've added a widget at the end of each blog where folks can give their "reaction" (if they don't feel inclined to actually comment) but because it was put retroactively on my old blogs, it would appear no one cared to react. This is probably only important to me.

Favs

So better late than never, I wanted to post my favorite Christmas present.

Elvis Presley "Blue Christmas" wine.

YES!

Complete with a reindeer bottle cover~

A whey in a manger

So when I need a laugh, I can always count on the news.

It seems a man in New Hampshire had the baby Jesus stolen out of his nativity scene, and replaced with a beer can.

Which, I guess, shows a small amount of imagination. I wondered what replacement might be even funnier...
Maybe a little Gouda...a small Swiss...you know, baby cheeses.