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A Change Of Pace?

Before today's business, a correction.  Last Monday was Victoria Day in Canada and for some reason I got it into my head that it was also Memorial Day in the States.  Of course today is Memorial Day.  My apologies.   Although, if I think of those veterans who gave their lives in the name of freedom two weeks in a row I guess there's nothing wrong with that.  Now on with the show... *** Canada's Minister of Finance was thinking out loud the other day.  Which tells us Canadians he can be a thoughtful person.  Who knew?  He was ruminating on the future of the Canadian penny.  Yeah that's right, the bane of my tailor's existence - the guy that has to sew my damaged pockets because I carry too much change around. Jim Flaherty says Canadians hoard pennies.  Well, yeah.  For most of us we keep them in jars at home rather than our pockets or purses. Apparently there are about 30 billion pennies in circulation in Canada but the Royal Canadian Mint has to put abo

Sunday Funnies

Pause Ponder and Plow

Ha, ha, I love playing around with the title of this post every week.  Anywho, down to business.  My brow was furrowed because we had some great submissions this week. For example, Moooooog was outstanding in his field with... It never ceases to amaze me what you can buy at Walmart Don from Beyond Left Field  cropped up with... Hey dear!?  Get off my Deer!  It's going flat! And Malisa 's corny response got me chuckling with... Billy Bob really knows how to haul ass! Special mention goes to Skye for having a comment as big as a barn door... Now that thar is mai brotha Bubba, and hiz wiyfe (mai Sista) Charlene.  You see that cow's head on the front of the John Deer tracta cum trike?  Well Bubba dun did wrestle that critter to the ground and strangled him dead with his bare hands!  Now that thar cow scull is one fancy trophy, so you be mindin' your p's and q's in regards as to what you say, hear? But it was Leeuna over at My Mind Wandered...and

Did He Wish He Was An Oscar Mayer Wiener?

There was an odd story out of Danvers Massachusetts last week about a guy you might say threw himself into his work. A cleaning man had to be rescued after he was sucked into a machine at a sausage making company.  The guy was cleaning the vacuum-type machine that is used to season meat.  Now isn’t that odd?  Shouldn’t the machine work the other way.  How can it season the meat if it sucks.  Wouldn’t it work better if it blew the seasoning onto the meat.  Oh, well.  I don’t pretend to know the inner workings of a sausage-making factory any more than I know the inner contents of a sausage. Stop showing off! Local police reported the guy’s head and shoulders got stuck in the machine after it somehow turned itself on while being cleaned.  Man, that’s some vacuum.  It’d give Dyson a run for it’s money. You know, I’d say the incident gives new meaning to getting “sucked in” – as well as to “seasoned worker”. Reminds me of the story of the guy who worked at a meat factory and accidentally


Over at Theme Thursday this week's topic is "wrinkle". As I surfed around looking for something I might write about I stumbled across a song on You Tube called "Wrinkle" by - wonder of wonders - a group called dufus ! The group is the brainchild of Seth Faergolzia and has been kicking around since 1997, based out of New York. Other than Seth, who sometimes tours as a solo act, the group has a revolving door of members. The band's website can be found here . Imagine me, nonamedufus , only now discovering the existence of this band. And they're pretty cool, as this video demonstrates.  Wrinkle is from the 2004 dufus CD Ball of Design . Enjoy fellow Theme Thursdayers!  Oh and don't forget to drop by Theme Thursday to see how other bloggers have covered off this week's theme.

Pause Ponder and Pun

Welcome back to nonamedufus's weekly caption contest.  I know it's been a while, but we're back and raring to go!  Here's this week's pic... Leave your caption in the comments and truck on back here Saturday when we'll plow through the submissions and choose a winner. See ya then!

Tennis Players Can Be Cheeky

Boy, fashion has sure changed on the tennis courts over the years.  At the French Open on the weekend, spectators took a special interest in a match involving Venus Williams and not simply because of the second seed's mastery of the game.  They had their eyes glued to her, um, wardrobe. Turning tennis into Les Folies Bergere Not your Venus In Blue Jeans! But you have to admire Ms Williams.  If she loses a point she just turns the other cheek.

Lies and the Lying Bloggers Who Tell Them

There's a saying that goes, "When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I am grown up, they call me a writer." Leeuna, a very funny blogger at My Mind Wandered - and it never came back , and regular commenter here at nonamedufus has given me an award that reflects that saying.  Look at what it's called: I don't know who the heck Lesa is.  I guess she started the award.  And she must have dreamed up the meme that goes with it.  Thanks.  I like memes about as much as a coffee enema. It goes like this: - thank the person who gave you the award - copy the logo and place it on your blog - link to the person who nominated you - tell up to six outrageous lies about yourself and at least one outrageous truth, or vice-versa - nominate seven "creative" writers - post links to the blogs you nominate - leave a comment on each blog letting them know they've won the award Here are the lies/truths: 1. I once participated in the

Sunday Funnies

Sunshine of Your Love

I won an award - two actually.  Frank Lee MieDere at I Don't Give A Damn gave me a Sunshine Award May 10th in his post  Is this irony? Or What?    (I guess Frank gives a damn after all!) Then on May 17 00dozo at When I Reach also gave me a Sunshine Award in her post    But, Why Me?? I'm Just a Lowly Rookie! Both of these blogger buddies said they admired me for keeping my sense of humour throughout my recent medical malady (that cancer treatment thingy).   You may have noticed I was away for close to a month.  Yep.  But I'm back and things are getting better everyday.  I'm writing a couple of posts a week down, certainly, from my post a day.  So in the coming months my output will be down from what it used to be and I may cut back on the number of blogs I maintain.  We'll see. I want to thank everyone for their e-mails, Tweets, Facebook messages and comments on my blog both before my procedure and after.  Some were very funny, others expressed conc

The High Cost of Swearing

Did you grow up in a family, or know someone who did, with a Swear Jar?  The concept was every time a family member cursed he or she had to put a dollar in the jar.  The jar served two purposes.  It supposedly cut down on swearing in the house and the proceeds usually went toward a weekly family take-out meal like a pizza or such. Well times have changed.  In Pennsylvania, if you swear in public you are ticketed.  If proven guilty you can be fined up to $300 (that'd be some pizza party) or jailed.  I kid you not.  Geez, a small fortune could be made at Philadelphia Flyers games - just ticketing the players! One woman was given a citation that carries a maximum penalty of $300 and 90 days in jail after she swore at a motorcyclist who cut her off.  In another case a man was arrested and jailed for several days after swearing at a policeman giving him a parking ticket. Come on, we've all done that!  Well, maybe not to his face. Virtue, Liberty and Watch Your Mouth! But fear

She's Too Fat For Me

Remember the Too Fat Polka?  It went like this... Oh, I don't want her, you can have her  She's too fat for me  She's too fat for me  She's too fat for me  I don't want her, you can have her,  She's too fat for me  She's too fat  She's too fat  She's too fat for me Well what goes around comes around.  And when I say around I really mean AROUND. Ever wonder why the majority of Americans are overweight?  No?  Well, there are enough signs out there. For example, Michelle Obama has adopted every obese child in the nation to take under her wing and convince them to eat better.  Although I doubt the West Wing is big enough to hold them all. Times are sad when one of the most popular shows on TV is "The Biggest Loser".  Now who ever came up with the idea of putting a bunch of 300 plus pounders together "workin it" for the rest of the world to see.  That's not too much information, that's too much cellulite.  Never thought

Sunday Funnies

I Pooped In A Hat

It's been a long haul. Let's see - a week of radiation followed by a stem cell transplant. Two weeks in the hospital. Almost two weeks home now. Whew! You know, the radiation treatments were two hours a session, twice a day, for four days. I was in and out of that claustrophobia-inducing gadget more than a drunken rabbit on a viagra overdose. Machine with which I had an intimate relationship. Then I was admitted to the hospital because I had a fever. The doctors were worried about infection. Little did I know I'd be there for two weeks. Too much time in a hospital can play tricks on your mind. For example, I kept wanting to call the disembodied voice at the other end of the call-button "Base Commander". Must have been the drugs - or that I'd loaded up on several seasons of Battlestar Galactica before my stay. I resisted the urge. And I loved it when the nurse would come around at 11pm after I'd fallen into a deep sleep at 8pm to tel