Monday, September 29, 2014

throw a few words my way

I never knew where this blog would go when I started it. The in-the-beginning story is up there on the "short background" page.  Honestly, I'm not actually sure where we are now with it.

The group effort of comments feeding back into postings works well.  Most of you know this very well since you are also bloggers.

It's a fun hobby. I've even learned a new word or two.

I heard a joke on Wait Wait Don't Tell Me last Saturday.  You might have heard about the recent White House fence jumpers in the news.  Also this year there was a toddler who climbed through the fence.  Now this is serious stuff and certainly potentially deadly in the terrorist world we live in today.  However, here at A Few Clowns Short, we try to lighten up.

So it turns out that getting onto the White House property just requires the right distraction. You throw a few pieces of meat over for the dogs.  Throw a few Colombian prostitutes over for the Secret Service agents.  Now, you are clear to go.

You don't need to jump over a fence to join in here.  Go ahead throw a few words over to distract me.


Thursday, September 25, 2014

I’d rather be a fragment than a faux pas

Imagine that - I’m mixing a bit of French into a Friday Fragment post.

It's been said that life is a hugely varied affair. Mrs. 4444 writes a hugely varied blog, I would say. The Friday Fragments collections of there bring together a variety of thoughts and images from many bloggers. I offer you this post to add to your variety. (but you are having an affair I truly don't want to know anything about it)

feeling kicked down?

Recently I’ve been in need of new glasses (looking at life through rose-tinted glasses just doesn’t make it anymore). The optical store left a voice message the other day. I have google voice which tries and usually fails to translate the message into a text message. Here’s the beginning of their translation:
Hi. This is weekend if it looks like I care. I was just calling…..

a friend emailed this pic back in 2010

Have you watch any of the Ken Burns recent documentary series, “The Roosevelts An Intimate History”? Just amazing how this one extended family could have such an impact on life in America during the first half of the 20th century.

On the subject of parking (my mind just drifted there - come on people keep up with your mind reading) - it bothers me that people will circle around and around looking for the best spot. As if they are keeping score in some universal parking game (this was part of comment I left on a post by Lilly of Oz)

My other type of OCD, Obsessive Curiosity Disorder, has taken me far in knowledge but also into trouble. I don’t consider it big trouble but there have been many times I have annoyed my family by wondering out loud. What’s it all about Alfie? (Burt Bacharach, Hal David)  For example, why it that person sitting waiting for a car to leave when there is an empty spot 20 feet away?

Hal David wrote in the lyrics, “What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie”. I have never been able to sort it out. Life is messy.

A new word for me to remember - risible. My goal is to have a risible blog.

The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Commenting can only help
With enough comments I won’t tire
Susanna Hoffs (Bangles fame) recorded an "Austin" version of "What's It All About, Alfie" for an Austin Powers movie.

Thanks in advance for sharing a comment. It keeps my mind occupied for a bit.

Half-Past Kissin' Time

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

what a life of luxury

I think I'm sophisticated
cos I'm living my life like a good homosapien
But all around me everybody's multiplying
Till they’re walking round like flies man
So I'm no better than the animals sitting in their cages in the zoo man
cos compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees
I am an ape man

I don’t feel safe in this world no more
I don’t want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore
And make like LISLEMAN.

Do apes live a life of luxury?  If you had plenty of trees, termites, bananas and no hunters looking to kill you, it would probably be very relaxing.  Apes will groom their ape friends hairy bodies.  How many of your friends would do that for you?

My lyrical inspiration comes from The Kinks.

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