Ironically, some of the best television commercials are for ESPN, and only air on ESPN. Now, I do not know if these ads really are meant to add all the more to the viewing experience, but it works for me.
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Saturday, August 31, 2013
ESPN Additions
Ironically, some of the best television commercials are for ESPN, and only air on ESPN. Now, I do not know if these ads really are meant to add all the more to the viewing experience, but it works for me.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Sites To See
The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is
to help 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. Oh, and as of August 10,
2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word
verification engaged.
Link: [Crystal Mary Lindsey]
Link: [Furry Bottoms]
Link: [His Loving Embrace]
Link: [Hope and Dreams]
Link: [Horses In The Pasture]
Link: [Jim's Little Blog]
Link: [Junk Thief]
Link: [Kitty Justice]
Link: [Labyrinths of Lahrah]
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Thursday, August 29, 2013
ATF: Fiddlin' Around
This weekly series
will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby little
hands on (so to speak). Now, each one
included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only
as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered. For I just cannot bring myself to rate some
higher than others. So, this will not be
a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t
matter. Besides, with no countdown, this
could go on forever and ever! Oh, and
despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can
be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to
make. I am, after all, quite magnanimous
by nature.
The Gael
Trevor Jones &
Randy Edelman
***Instrumental***
Link: [Johnny Lee]
Cherokee Fiddle
Johnny Lee
When the train
Pulled in to the
station
Rolled up his
sleeves
Rosins up his bow
Fiddle upside down
Orange Blossom Special
'Cause
If you want to make
a livin’
You got to put on a
good show
When he'd smell
The smoke and the
cinders
Slick back his hair
Opened up his case
Play Cherokee
Fiddle
He'd play it for
the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey
Never let him lose
his place
He was always there
Playin’ for the
miners
Devil's Dream
Was a song they
understood
Then he'd go back
To Oklahoma
And he'd wait
‘Til the trains
were a-runnin’
And the weather was
good
When he'd smell
The smoke and the
cinders
He’d slick back his
hair
Open up his case
Play Cherokee
Fiddle
He'd play it for
the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey
Never let him lose
his place
Now the Indians
Are dressin’ up
like cowboys
And the cowboys
Are puttin’ leather
and turquoise on
And the music
Is sold by lawyers
And the fools who
fiddled in the middle of the station are gone
Some folks say
They ain't never
gonna miss him
Old Fiddle squealed
Like the engines
brakes
Cherokee Fiddle
He’s gone forever
Just like the music
of the whistle
That the old
locomotives made
So when you smell
The smoke and the
cinders
Just slick back
your hair
Open up your case
Play Cherokee
Fiddle
Just play it for
the whiskey
'Cause good whiskey
Will never let you
lose your place
No
Good whiskey
Will never let you
lose your place
No
Good whiskey
Will never let you
lose your place
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Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Good, Great and Glorious Ads
Since not everyone
has been as appreciative of my efforts with the Good, Bad and Ugly Ads series
as they should be, it seemed prudent to shake things up a bit from time to
time. Hence, Good, Great and Glorious
Ads, as well as Bad, Ugly and Awful Ads.
Oh, and if these new approaches are still not to your complete and utter
satisfaction, I would tell you what you can do with the point of your view if
saying things like that did not now leave such a bitter taste in my mouth. Therefore, be ye thankful!
GOOD
GREAT
GLORIOUS
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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
The Mag 183
Photo by Steven
Kelly
Sponsored by
[Magpie Tales]
Going For It
There
were times when Dozer sorely wished he could simply clear a path through
traffic like he used to do through Monett Cubs, Aurora Hound Dawgs and Mt.
Vernon Mountaineers while playing fullback for the Cassville Wildcats during
high school. Oh yeah, those were some
glorious days on the gridiron under Friday night lights, and the nickname he
was given stuck.
A
perfect safety record over the 25 years Dozer had spent behind the wheel of a
big rig served as proof that he had resisted the urges to knock rolling
roadblocks out of his way, but it had been close a few times.
Oh
how he hated the fact that he had taken this load. For it involved 10 drops of extremely
perishable ice cream, and making it even worse was that it was a government
load going to different military installations along a route of 1,947 miles. Every delivery was required to be made
exactly on time or face a severe reduction in the transportation price—maybe
even the loss of the contract, altogether!
No,
there was never enough time allowed for a load like this, and there were no
shortcuts to be made once a trucker arrived at the front gate. Nonetheless, Dozer really didn’t blame the personnel
at the military bases. For with all of
the regulations they were required to observe, it can sometimes take over two
hours just to drop off a couple of pallets of items, and when it came to
foodstuffs, where a much closer inspection of the delivered items is required,
a couple of hours is actually rather fast. Subsequently,
lost time had to be made up on the road, and here he was behind a station wagon
with Ohio plates 80 miles northwest of Miles City, Montana.
Refusing
the load would have meant having to find another job, but there were at least a
dozen other trucking companies desperately wanting to prove just how much they
would appreciate Dozer working for them.
However, that was just not his way of taking care of problems.
Besides,
someone had to deliver the load. After
all, who knows what kind of war might break out if some general is deprived of
his daily allotment of rocky road?
Dozer
had no idea what the station wagon was doing so far off of the interstate. For there was nothing special to see in that
particular part of the state, and he certainly would not be on this road if it
was not for the few Air Force personnel still assigned to an old Minuteman
missile complex around 20 miles farther along the way.
From
what Dozer could see, it did not look like anyone in the station wagon was
looking to hire on as a ranch hand.
Although, he had seen around 50 miles back where the kids in the
backseat might be rather entertaining at sheep riding in a rodeo. He supposed that one of the adults could be
assigned to the Air Force installation, but with kids around, that seemed rather
far-fetched.
Oh,
but Dozer did know a thing or two about truck driving, and he remembered that
there would be a passing lane coming up pretty quick. With this stretch of the two-lane road running
through rolling hills, along with oncoming traffic being fairly steady, it was
just too dangerous to try to pass a slow-moving vehicle on a regular part of
the highway, but if he could time his running start just right, he could zip his
70 foot-long rig past the tourists without inconveniencing them one little bit.
Jason
was really regretting his decision to forego travel on the interstate in favor
of taking back-roads so that his family could get the most out of their
vacation to the birthplace of grunge rock, Seattle, Washington. Granted, getting a closer look at the Rocky
Mountains sure seemed like a good idea at the time, but there had been no
mountains to be seen so far. Yeah, his
wife had tried to convince him that there would not be much for mountains until
they reached the western part of Montana, but she was always trying to convince
him about something.
At
least the kids were finally sound asleep and quiet. Who knew that boredom has its advantages?
Adding
all the more to Jason’s irritation was that big yellow Peterbilt approaching
from the rear at a fairly high rate of speed.
When he saw the passing lane, he stayed to the left, and when the truck
tried passing them on the right, Jason romped down on the gas. After all, he and his family were on
vacation, and he did not want some tractor-trailer blocking their first view of
the Rocky Mountains ahead of them.
Despite
seeing such many times over the course of 17 years as a Montana State Trooper,
Peter could never quite get used to the sight of the crumpled remains of a
family vacation that had went terribly wrong.
It had not taken much of an investigation to determine that this was
another case of some yahoo refusing to yield the right of way, which resulted
in their vehicle being run over by the trailer tandems of a big rig, and the
horrified look on the trucker’s face made it quite clear that he was not at
fault.
“No,
that guy was not trying to justify anything,” Peter mumbled to himself as he
finished writing his initial report. He
wished he could include the reason why the family of four from Ohio was out
there in such a desolate place to start with.
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Monday, August 26, 2013
Come Monday...Artistic License?
“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).
This
started out to be a confession of the fact that I am about as
grammatically-hypocritical as one can be.
For over the years, I have been quick to think of those who would dare
call my use of the English languish into question as being Grammar
Nazis—especially when they had nothing to say about what I had been trying to
say at the time. Yet, here I find myself
struggling to focus upon the content of others after I see that they do not see
a need for the use of capital letters, such as: yet, here i find myself
struggling to focus upon the content of others after i see that they do not see
a need for the use of capital letters.
Will
commas and periods be the next to go?
Yet, I hate the use of them in song lyrics and most poetry.
Alas,
is it not ironic that English has been established as the universal language of
commerce when it is such an extremely difficult language to master? For “a meeting of the minds” is needed before
a contract can be legally in place, and with English having so many different
words meaning the same thing and completely different things—depending upon the
context, is it not no wonder that the legal profession has become so lucrative? Hey, be assured that if a criminal conviction
can be set aside on account of a clerical error, which most certainly includes improper
grammar, so can an iron-clad contract be broken on the same account.
The
blame has to rest squarely upon the shoulders of school bullies. For they love to make life miserable for
nerdy types, and nerdy types are the ones who determine that one uses who when referring
to the subject of a clause in a sentence, and whom when referring to the object
of a clause.
I
am, of course, just kidding about the blame resting upon the shoulders of
bullies. For the often asinine
complexities to the English language are all part of our Heavenly Father’s plan
for life in this world, but so very few want to hear anything about that—right? Therefore, I will move along to something
else.
So,
what do you think of my first foray into post-modern impressionism? I call it, Blue Smear on White, and I am sure
that it will be worth millions when I become quite famous or the American dollar
is devalued enough.
Speaking
of revenge of the nerds, have you tried actually using an Adobe Photoshop
Elements program? Now, there is no
questioning of just how much can be done with one, but being able to actually do something
is another thing entirely.
Maybe
it’s just me? For many others must not
mind having to take 47 steps in some very dark shadows before they can do something
as simple as draw a straight line or Adobe would not have been able to sell
millions of copies of the program.
Adding
all the more to my creative constipation has been the Photoshop Elements 9 for
Dummies book that I purchased to help me understand the vast mysteries to be
beheld, and I soon discovered that one cannot find what they are looking for in
the book unless they know just exactly what they are looking for. For before one gets to the part about how to
add and enhance text to an image, they must first wade through a lot of other “stuff”
that may or may not have anything to do with it. Furthermore, when one actually finds the part
about how to add and enhance text, it is choked full of references to other
things that may or may not have anything to do with adding and enhancing text.
Come
on now, if one wanted to learn how to just drive a tractor-trailer rig across
the street from such a book, they would have to wade through pages upon pages
on how the brake system works before they could find how to simply release them. No, you don’t even want to get started on how
to start the engine—let alone how to give it more fuel!
On
the other hand, maybe you do, and I can see where providing so much information
can be beneficial. For in order to
operate a tractor-trailer rig in a safe and proper manner, one needs to know as
much about everything that has to do with it as they possibly can, but for a
novice merely wanting to do one or two very simple things, I’ll stick with Microsoft Word and/or Paint for now.
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Sunday, August 25, 2013
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.
Link: [BLissed-Out Grandma]
Link: [Mental Meatloaf]
Link: [Murrmurrs]
Link: [QuoteReflections]
Link: [Rational Preparedness]
Link: [Republic of Gilead]
Link: [The AC is On]
Link: [Women of a Certain Age]
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Saturday, August 24, 2013
ESPN Additions
Ironically, some of the best television commercials are for ESPN, and only air on ESPN. Now, I do not know if these ads really are meant to add all the more to the viewing experience, but it works for me.
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Friday, August 23, 2013
Sites To See
The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is
to help 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. Oh, and as of August 10,
2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word
verification engaged.
Link: [A Haven for Vee]
Link: [Artistique]
Link: [Asylum Watch]
Link: [Big Dave's Blog]
Link: [Carol's Blog!]
Link: [Cliff Morrow's Blog]
Link: [Confessions of My Mind]
Link: [Square Sunshine]
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Thursday, August 22, 2013
ATF: Not Puppy Love
This weekly series
will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby
little hands on (so to speak). Now, each
one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit
only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered. For I just cannot bring myself to rate some
higher than others. So, this will not be
a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter. Besides, with no countdown, this could go on
forever and ever! Oh, and despite the
fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as
exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to make. I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.
Link: [The Raspberries]
Tonight
The Raspberries
One
Two
Three
Four
Hey
When you smiled at
me
And I saw your eyes
All I ever
Wanted to be
Was in your arms
tonight
You looked too
young
To know about
romance
Oh yes you did
But when you smiled
I had to take a
chance
I had to take a
chance
And be with you
Tonight
I'll be with you
Tonight
Tonight
You'll love me too
Tonight
Whoa
Baby
Tonight
I'm making love to
you
Whoa
Tonight
Bop-om-doo-doh-woh-mop-shoo
Whoa
Tonight
You're gonna love
me too
Tonight
Whoa
Tonight
Hey
Get down
Tonight
I'll be with you
Tonight
Tonight
You'll love me too
Tonight
Whoa
Baby
Tonight
I don't know myself
If it's wrong or
right
All I know is
What I can feel
So be my love
tonight
You looked too
young
To know about
romance
Oh you know what I
mean
Hey
But when you smiled
I had to take a
chance
I had to take a
chance
And be with you
Tonight
I'll be with you
Tonight
Tonight
You'll love me too
Tonight
Whoa
Baby
Tonight
Whoa
Tonight
Won't you let me
sleep with you baby
Oh yeah
Whoa
Tonight
I just wanna make
you feel good inside baby
Oh yeah
Whoa
Tonight
Let me feel the
love that's in you
Whoa
Tonight
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
And let me
Come on
Baby
Whoa
Tonight
Link: [The Outfield]
Your Love
The Outfield
Josie's on a
vacation far away
Come around and
talk it over
So many things that
I wanna say
You know I like my
girls a little bit older
I just wanna use
your love
Tonight
I don't wanna lose
your love
Tonight
I ain't got many
friends left to talk to
Nowhere to run when
I'm in trouble
You know I'd do
anything for you
Stay the night but
keep it undercover
I just wanna use
your love
Tonight
Whoa
I don't wanna lose
your love
Tonight
Try to stop my
hands from shakin'
'Cause somethin' in
my mind's not makin'
Sense
It's been awhile
since we were all alone
I can't hide the
way I'm feelin'
As you're leavin’
Please would you
close the door
And don't forget
what I told you
Just 'cause you're
right
That don't mean I'm
wrong
Another shoulder
To cry upon
I just wanna use
your love
Tonight
Yeah
I don't wanna lose
your love
Tonight
Yeah
I just wanna use
your love
Tonight
I don't wanna lose
your love
Tonight
I just wanna use
your love
Tonight
I don't wanna lose
your love
Tonight
Lose your love
Lose your love
Tonight
Lose your love
I don't wanna lose
Lose your love
Tonight
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
Lose your love
Tonight
No
No
Lose your love
Tonight
Lose your love
Tonight
No
No
I don't wanna lose
your love
Tonight
Lose your love
Tonight
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