Monday, October 05, 2015

hey you, get off of my

The Rolling Stones finished this thought with “my cloud”. In the advanced technological world many don’t know they live in, this takes on new meaning. Too many hackers have ripped right through others online clouds. So hackers get off of my cloud.

My old guy mind nags me with another common ending, “get off of my lawn.” I’m not going to yell that. I’m very proud to say I have never told anyone that. Not that I would want anyone camping on our little lawn, I don’t mind people or kids being on it. As a kid I recall having this yelled at me.

Here’s two possible ideas to end that phrase:

get off of my FB feed
get off of my lane

Remember, You Can't Always Get What You Want and if you stress over it you’ll have your 19th Nervous Breakdown. Don’t expect an Emotional Rescue, It's Only Rock N' Roll.


Relax and watch a clip Sheryl Crow back when she had short reddish hair. Hey you, get off of my style.

Thursday, October 01, 2015

there are days

when I have more money on my Starbucks card than cash in my wallet.

when I don’t have the sense to leave the wasp nest alone until I buy more bug spray.

when I fail at the sudoku puzzle. (I only do it with pen)

when I stay off of FB.

when I write stupid comments on FB. (obviously those are two different days)

when I fat finger the screen and my smartass phone auto-mistakes my text.

when I have big thoughts

when I have little on my mind

when I read something online that just amazing me. (Making batteries with portabella mushrooms)

when I get too comfortable sitting

How about you?
Go ahead complete the following sentence in the comment section.

There are days when I …

Friday, September 25, 2015

bustle in your hedgerow

Stand back while Lisleman once again attempts to arrange the disjointed mumblings of his mind into a readable understandable post.

Don’t be alarmed now.

Last year I wrote the following as the beginning verse of a parody based on the “Sounds of Silence” song. It got rave reviews. Ok, there were a few encouraging comments left by kind readers.

Hello Facebook, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a friend softly creeping
Left comments while I was sleeping
And the anger that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the likes of Facebook
(here’s a link to the post if you have to urge to sing the whole thing)

Yesterday, (not the song) our daughter posted this funny graphic on my FB page/wall. I believe much of the online viral vitriol can be found on FB. She has heard me complain about it before so this graphic was very appropriate for me.

Now we don’t have a hedgerow here but we did long ago when we lived in Ireland once for a summer. I was not there long enough to experience a bustle in our hedgerow. It could be scary. I would worry about dangerous skunks.  (oh I don't believe in those nasty Leprechauns

Now this next thought is quite a bit of stretch (mind bending?) - try considering your FB comments and shared posts as your online hedgerow. Seems a day doesn’t go by that there isn't a bustle in my hedgerow.  How about yours?

Now that I’ve managed to repeat bustle and hedgerow enough times I suspect you might feel like having a listen to a good cover of “Stairway to Heaven”.

Oh just one more slightly disjointed thought if I may (well it’s my blog so I will). I believe the stairway to heaven should be updated and replaced with an escalator to heaven. Nice kind old people would have tough time on those stairs. C’mon give them a break.

Ok here’s a most unusual cover of “Stairway to Heaven”:

ooh it makes me wonder

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