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What 2 things set a guy's heart a-flutter? Love and marriage? A horse and carriage? Betty Jo and her sister Flo? A big screen TV and sports channels free? Nope none of the above, although Betty Jo and her sister Flo watching sports with me might be interesting. But I digress. Nothing gets those juices flowin' and those brain cells explodin' more than bacon and beer. I think it must be a guy thing, or something utterly pavlovian, but I know my tongue simply starts droolin' when I see bacon or beer. And over the last two years I've done plenty of droolin' as the following highlights will attest. Next: A look back at political humour

Here's the video for the first released cut off of Bob Dylan 's next album to be released April 28 - Beyond Here Lies Nothin' . At 67, the man's still got it!

My God we missed Don Adams' birthday! Were he alive, Adams would have been 83. Who's Don Adams ? Why Adams was Agent 86, Maxwell Smart. From the warped and whacky minds of Buck Henry and Mel Brooks, Get Smart cashed in on the "spy" craze of the mid-60s and spoofed such staples of the day as James, Bond and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. It ran for 5 years - 4 on CBS and the 5th on NBC. I know one 13 year old in 1965 who sat glued to the TV when this came on because not only was the show so funny but it's co-star, Barbara Feldon, was very easy on the eyes. And I recall it was all the rage to mimic Smart at school. The show was known for such catch-phrases as "Sorry about that Chief" when Max screwed up; "Would you believe..." because Max was prone to slight exageration: and, when told he'd be facing certain danger - which was often - Max would reply "And loving it!" Me and my buddies slayed each other with these comebacks. They were k...

Happy Blogoversary...to me! Two years ago this week, this blog was born. It started out as "Just Cruisin'" and yours truly was known as the Greying One . The blog helped me through 7 months of chemo-therapy and a stem cell transplant, documenting my journey but also sharing humourous items from e-mails and the internet that struck my fancy. It wasn't quite as good as the drugs, but it was theraputic nonetheless. Once I'd 'just cruised' into recovery the blog morphed into nonamedufus and it focussed less on health and more on humour, advertising and music. And what started as an information source for family and friends - perhaps a dozen or so people - has turned into a blog frequented by 150 or so folks daily. So as we head towards the true anniversary of April 25, later this week, I thought I'd highlight some of my favourite posts from the last two years. So sit back and enjoy! Here's the first ad I ran on April 25, 2007... Given the state of ...

What our leaders discuss... A priest, a minister and a rabbi walk into a bar...

Two examples of "the more things change the more they remain the same".

This week's group from the 60s is an American outfit that were severely displaced by the British invasion of the early 60s. Best known as the proponents of "surfing music" the Beach Boys formed in 1961 and their story reads like a soap opera: a domineering father for a manager; drug and mental illness problems; the deaths of Carl and Dennis Wilson; the infighting and lawsuits. It's fascinating stuff...but above it all music fans know it was the harmonies and lush arrangements that made the Beach Boys stand out. Here's an interesting "performance" from 1964's American Bandstand with Dick Clark...

Welcome to the re-formatted nonamedufus blog. Next week we celebrate our 2nd anniversary in the blogosphere and the layout change is the first step in a new direction. Stick around. In the coming days we'll take a look back on the last two years and maybe there'll be a change or two to come.

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Happy Birthday to Gerry Rafferty . He's 62 today. Rafferty's best known for this song from the 1978 album "City to City": Baker Street ...

The other day I posted a pic of this questionably nutritious bacon substitute. The video's even better...especially the sub-titles. Found at small bits and pieces

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