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Friday Points to Ponder

There are some days when the thoughts just don't jel. The ideas flow fast and furious, but I have not the effort to string together sentences in a crisp, coherent fashion. So instead, you get the following bits and pieces:

* The head of my department threw out this tidbit during a meeting recently..."The Hokey Pokey: What if that really IS what it's all about?"

* Competitive Tiddlywinks. There really is such a thing. On Chuck Shepherd's News of the Weird web site, he tells the tale of a family who tiddles their winks together. Or whatever. According to Chuck, the object of the game is this: You mash a "squidger" down on a "wink" to propel it either into the "pot" or to "squop" it onto an opponent's wink to temporarily disable it. Again I say, whatever.

* Is anyone going to be surprised if Scott Hamilton gets so worked up during his blade-by-blade Olympic figure skating commentary that he actually has an orgasm? He came close last night. It'd certainly one-up a wardrobe malfunction...

* Jones Soda held a "Worst Valentine's Day Ever" contest. All winners received a free case of Chocolate Fudge Soda. Maybe the worst contest prize ever, I thought. And then I read the winners. Worst liars ever. Only surpassed by the fact they're the worst writers ever.

* Do you suppose my entry today might win "Worst Blog Post Ever"?

* How many others of you out there, when upon hearing that Vivy the Whippet had escaped from her kennel and bolted from JFK Airport after the Westminster Dog Show, belted out the Devo lyrics, "Whip it, Whip it good..."? Just me? Nevermind.

* Yesterday I read a quote from Dick Cheney, saying that the day he shot his friend and hunting companion was "the worst day of my life." And then I read a quote from Dubya, noting that the vice president had been "profoundly affected" by the incident. Who's in the hospital? Who had the heart attack? Who got shot in the head and chest by his supposed friend? WHO WAS HAVING THE BAD, PROFOUNDLY AFFECTING DAY?! Perspective, people. Perspective.

Comments

Anonymous said…
you made me smile.
:D
Thanks!
Anonymous said…
The whip it... whip it good crossed my mind too! So, don't feel so lonely in that thought!
Brianne said…
If there is competitive tiddlywinks in the world, then surely there is competitive Tetris. I would so rock at that.

I didn't so much belt out Devo's Whip It so much as I heard the lead-in of the "duh duh duh duh duh" .... which really doesn't translate well over a computer but you get the picture.

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