Monday, April 30, 2012

Come Monday...Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes


“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about,  websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time.  Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.”  This is subject to change, however.  In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while.  For rants promote change, and change can be good—right?  Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).


Well, I thought I had hit upon something really clever.  For I was going to start this off with admitting that I find it rather ironic that the next line to the chorus of David Bowie’s Changes is “turn and face the strange” on account of this being partially an announcement about getting rid of some rather strange “stuff” over on The Trib, but since the line is actually “turn and face the stranger,” never mind.

Well, at least never mind the tie-in to the song.  For I did fall prey to the temptation of letting some really outrageous things be published on The Trib in the hope of attracting a large following, and it has been made abundantly clear to me that this is a mistake that needs to be corrected before I can be taken as seriously as I want to be.  Therefore, all of the pieces by a certain author will be deleted in the next few days.

Please forgive me for not wanting to come out and actually name the aliases he went by.  For we have parted on fairly good terms, and I do not want to make either one of us look any worse than we already do to those who understand that what we publish matters—regardless of how few may be actually reading it, which would be in the tens of thousands in this particular case.

Yes, The Trib really has received that many visits since it came to be on February 7th of 2011.  So, if any of the ones who are already contributing authors would like to offer some more of your wit and wisdom to a different crowd, please do, and if any who are not already signed-up would like to give it go, you are more than welcome.  That is, unless you would like to hide behind an alias while making some really outrageous statements, and then refuse to address concerns raised in the comment section, of course.

No, I am not wanting to make The Trib be a place just for serious topics.  For I plan on publishing my Varmint Signs series for as long I can get away with it, and it is undoubtedly absolutely ridiculous to anyone without a good sense of humor.

Furthermore, I appreciate the use of satire to get a point across.  There is, however, a line between tasteful and tasteless that should not be crossed.

On a more personal note, the observance of that line is now more important than ever to me.  For my wife may be losing her job in the next week or so, and I do not want any really offensive observations made by my associates causing other publishers to shy away from me as I try to make some money as a writer.

Yeah, I will have to do a lot better than the dribble in this piece before that will happen.  Be assured that I am working on it.  For my mother-in-law has already informed me that she will be pimping me out to the geriatric crowd if it looks like we might lose the house.

At least I can be thankful for the fact that my disabilities prevent her from making me seek work as an exotic dancer.  Although, I am quite sure that I could still bust some moves that no one on perv row has ever seen before, which might make it rain from time to time…  No, let’s not go there.

Oh, and if my wife does lose her job, I might be offline for a few days.  For our Internet connection is provided by her employer, and I am quite sure that Mediacom will shut it down within seconds of being informed of the change.

 
***UPDATE***
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Well, my wife’s supervisor was able to convince the upper management that she should get another 30 days to get her production numbers up to the acceptable average.  It will take a miracle, but I know someone with a lot expertise in that field.  Nonetheless, may His will be done—not mine.

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Sunday, April 29, 2012

A Sunday Drive


Back during my childhood, our parents would often load up my brother and me after Sunday morning church services for a leisurely drive around where we lived.  Even though we were seeing mostly familiar sights, it was still good to see them, and this is why “A Sunday Drive” sounded about right for the name of a weekly series revisiting familiar sites that are well worth seeing again and again.  The link below the image is to the site itself, and the image is linked to the post it was first included in here.




















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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Trib Updates


This is a weekly series that will include a brief summary of the latest articles that have been published on The Tribulation Times Herald-Exhorter.  Hopefully, this will encourage you to go check out some truly outstanding articles that have been published by a number of truly outstanding authors.  Moreover, I hope this will also encourage you to want to become a contributing member/author, as well.  The “Hear Ye!  Hear Ye!” site explanation near the top of the side-bar should answer many of your questions.  Yes, this series also included an “SOS! (Spam On Saturdays)”  segment before, but it just wasn’t working for me.  Therefore, that will be replaced by a republishing of one of the Trib articles.

[Varmint Signs 5] has a duck acting like a dog.

[Psalm137:9 Taken Out of Context] has RN’s take on a controversial verse.

[Varmint Signs 6] has all sorts of animals doing (and saying) all sorts of rather strange things.

[Frustration and Nostalgia at Radio Shack] has RN bemoaning the great lack of customer service that he and his children received recently.

[No More Teacher/Bullies] is about the abuse an autistic child received at the hands of his teachers in a New Jersey school.

[Mind Body Mind – Dunian] has a video of some music that RN enjoys.

[Dunian – Where Is The Problem] has another video of some music that RN enjoys.

[American Idol and “Queen Extravaganza”] has RN reminding us of how much he hates American Idol and loves Queen.

[The Endless Terror of Flying Robots] has RN being silly again.

[Goodbye] has RN being very gracious.


The [Southwest R-V] school district came to be some years back with the consolidation of the [Washburn] and [Seligman] schools in Missouri.  Since it is located just to the south of the [Cassville R-IV] school district, which is where I graduated from high school at, it is a school district that I am very familiar with.

I am also very familiar with the [scours], which is agricultural term for [diarrhea].  The video below should clear up any confusion that you might be having at this particular moment.

Link: [On KY3]

More on the story [here].

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Friday, April 27, 2012

Sites To See


The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is to call attention to sites that I think many would find most interesting—in one way or another.  Just to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to me.  The link below each image is to the site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was taken when applicable.  Please, go see for yourself.


 


 



 


 


 




 


 




 


 


 




 


 


 




 


 

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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Joni Mitchell vs. Counting Crows


 



Big Yellow Taxi
Joni Mitchell
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel
A boutique
And a swinging hot spot

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
Then they charged all the people
A dollar and a half
Just to see 'em

Don't it always seem to go,
That you don't know what you've got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
‘Til it’s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard that screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Come and took away my old man

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Late last night
I heard that screen door slam
And a big yellow tractor
Come and took away my house
It took away my land

I said
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot


 



Big Yellow Taxi
Counting Crows & Vanessa Carlton
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel
A boutique
And a swingin' hot spot

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Ooooh
Bop bop bop
Ooooh
Bop bop bop

They took all the trees
And put em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half
To see them

No no no

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

Ooooh
Bop bop bop
Ooooh
Bop bop bop

Hey farmer farmer
Put away your DDT
I don't care about spots on my apples,
Leave me the birds and the bees
Please

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Hey now
They paved paradise
To put up a parking lot

Why not

Ooooh
Bop bop bop
Ooooh
Bop bop bop

Listen
Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took my girl away

Now don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Hey now now
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got
‘Til it's gone
They paved paradise
To put up a parking lot
Why not
They paved paradise
To put up a parking lot
Hey hey hey
Paved paradise
To put up a parking lot

Ooooh
Bop bop bop
Ooooh
Bop bop bop

I don't wanna give it
Why you wanna give it
Why you wanna giving it all away
Hey hey hey
Now you wanna give it
I should wanna give it
Now you wanna giving it all away
Now now
I don't wanna give it
Why you wanna give it
Why you wanna giving it all away
Hey hey hey
Now you wanna give it
I should wanna give it
Cause you’re giving it all away
Hey hey
Givin’ it all
Givin’ it all away
Yeah yeah
Why do you want me
Why do you want me
Cause you're givin’ it all away
Hey
Paved paradise
To put up a parking lot

Lyrics From: [A-Z Lyrics Universe]

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