Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Few people know that Sting wrote the first draft of So Lonely in the loo. Uh-huh, yep. And when he changed the lyric to "lonely" he had a hit on his hands...
Well, someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you just don't care
You look as if you're going somewhere
But I just can't convince myself
I couldn't live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart, so looly
So looly, so looly, so looly
So looly, so looly, so looly
So looly, so looly, so looly
So looly, so looly
Monday, September 28, 2009
Why do I raise this? Well, follow along. Bloggers, in particular humour bloggers, are a unique bunch. They love to let their imaginations run wild. And they love to write, to share their innermost thoughts in a periodic blog post. But they're immensely insecure. They crave feedback! It's like a drug and bloggers can't create until they're satiated in piles of prop-up praise.
Writing a blog is a blast. What used to be putting pen to paper is now putting finger to keypad but the creative force remains the same and it gives a writer a chance to express him/herself to an interested audience. Not that the majority will make any money from this. A comment here and there, though, is viewed as a reward of riches (oh, pull-eeze!). Nevertheless, a comment or two will help soothe the savage beast; stroke the ego - a comment from a poster will go a long way to placate the postee. (Okay now we're stretching it.)
But feedback is so important. A comment on a blog will go right to a blogger's head. It'll help feed the creative process. And it'll let a blogger know that more than just his mom and her blue-rinse-set residents at the home are taking any notice of what he has to say.
I don't raise this for me. Ohhh, nooooooo. I raise it for all the lonely little wordsmiths around the world who create massive masterpieces alone and misty-eyed in dimly lit rooms with poor ventilation, a half-drunk bottle of scotch and the remnants of a super-size bag of Ruffles potato chips scattered across his chest and stomach and onto his laptop keyboard. (Don't other bloggers work like this?)
Don't be a drive-by blog visitor, a premature e-post c ya later. Don't pull out just when the post hits its climax. Stay a while. Don't love posts and leave 'em. Have a smoke and leave some feedback. (ie., "That was good for me.")
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
and Don posted
..and you people wonder why I vote Republican.
Obama later regrets having his inauguration suit designed by the Queer Eye guys.
moooooog, I hope you don't mind hanging with Dufus, yet AGAIN, man. Way to go.
Mom Likes Me Best
That melon diet can be tricky but I'm willing to try if I can just get my head around it.
Thanks Kirsten. I have lusted in my heart for this award for some time. I'm happy I can finally add it to my collection.
Keep It Down On the QT Quirkyloon Or People Will Talk
One of my all-time favourite bloggers, the zombie-loving, rock and roll-singing, rhyming, joking, parodying, satirizing - well you get the picture - all-round funny blogger Quirkyloon has given me another award. Sheesh, this is gettin' to be like a mutual admiration society bloggy-style. Thanks, Quirks that was thoughful. And here's that award...
I what? I have to come up with 5 obsessions? And I have to pass it on to 5 people? Hmmm... why is that song The Way We Were going through my mind? Sing it Barbara...
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored meme-ries
Of the way we were
Okay, okay. Thanks Quirks. That was sweet. 5 Obsessions?
1. Music, good old-fashioned rock and roll in particular. And evidence of this obsession can be found at dufusdownbeat my music blog
2. Humour. And some of the wackiest knobs on the web can be found at my 2nd home Humor Bloggers Dot Com
3. I'm kinda addicted to captioning. And the fruits of my loins, er, ah, labours can be found at Dufusawards where I keep my hardware. I shine it every 2 weeks!
4. I love visiting my fellow humour bloggers. I have so many favoutites I can't get to as many as I'd like regularly. Maybe YOU could visit them. I pass on this Fabulous Award to all of them! Go check 'em out on my blog roll at A Bunch of Clowns.
5. Finally I obsess about Quirks. She's one of the blogs I visit every day for my funny fix and I never come away disappointed. She hangs out at Musings Of A Quirkyloon.
Thanks again Quirks. And to show my appreciation I've written you a little poem. It's just a coincidence that you happen to be running a contest for the best Zombie Poem. This has nothing to do with that. Heck, no.
A Zombie Poem
Around each dark street corner she lurks
Sipping Diet Pepper, munching gherks
Friday, September 25, 2009
That fish musta been this big.
Fresh from tete-a-tete-ing with Obama only the week before in Washington, Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper was nowhere to be seen. Far from cutting a bold figure, Harper was contributing to his wide one, chowing down on Tim Horton's doughnuts in Oakville, Ontario at a photo-op to announce the return to Canada of the Timbit.
Many Canadians might be surprised to know their favourite Canadian icon has been owned by Wendy's for the last 15 years and only because of a vote of it's shareholders is it returning to Canadian turf to take advantage of Canadian tax legislation. Perhaps this is just the start. Maybe other American-owned Canadian icons will return. There's a rumour the Hudson's Bay Company could well be repatriated. But, as I often do, I digress.
Go Longhorns, yeah!
Back in New York, Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was given the podium. Harper, enjoying a Timbit or two with his buds in Oakville had sent Foreign Affairs Minister Lawrence Cannon - his big gun, as it were - to replace him. But Cannon, consistent with Canadian policy, walked out to boycott the Iranian leader's speech.
A-ha, all is revealed. Contrary to the majority of Canadian media reports, there may be one in the doughnut but there's no hole in our diplomatic efforts. If he was just going to walk out anyway, why would Harper travel all the way to NYC? Brilliant, Steve. And, instead, our PM basked in the glow of an appreciative electorate, thankful for the return of one of our native sons to our native land. Who knows. We start with Tim's and soon we can repatriate all our foreign-owned icons...bit by bit.
Oooo......hot, hot, hot!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
3. Nicolas Cage in the David Lynch film Wild At Heart
6. This little fella's being sent on a wild goose chase
9. In the 60s the Troggs sang about Charlie's doppleganger Wild Thing
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
"Ya can't do it without me!"
Monday, September 21, 2009
It began as a summer romance. In our first encounter we made mad love in the tall grasses. And I really shouldn't say this but each time we meet she really makes me sweat. She makes me work hard. And when she revs up she really gets me going.
Throughout the years she's never steered me wrong. Our relationship has run smoothly for the most part, with some minor bumps here and there.
But I've got to tell you in terms of the complete package, she's a well oiled machine. She never chokes, indeed when she opens up it's at full throttle. And a sense of humour? She's a real cut up.
But all is not as it should be between us. Lately Big Red's been a little unresponsive. She just doesn't seem to get a charge out of me anymore and, I'm sad to say, has been going elsewhere in search of a spark. After 8 years, I can't seem to turn her on anymore. Our course of true love is not running smoothly and now she's giving me the gears.
Farewell my lovely. I can take a hint. We've weathered the hills and valleys, the twists and turns. I've tried to keep our relationship on the straight and narrow but now you want to sever things between us, to cut it off. And as your memory fades like blades of grass blowing in the wind, I'll remember the fun we had together, running through those fields of green.
...in search of a spark
...in happier times