It's been a while since I have written a few riffs. No one seems to have missed me, which brings us to the story of my life.
With all that said, I am about to pontificate on the upcoming election. Yes. Barack Obama will win. Marxist policies aside and all that. The economy is in the tank, and when that happens, the new kid on the block takes over. It happened with Jimmy "Inflation" Carter and will continue.
So get ready for a new philosophy in the White House!
On a dissimilar vein, the Phils won the World Series, and Tony Romo is still sidelined with a broken pinkie finger.
That's it. From this pontificator. Gimme shelter, v.c.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
"Carl Perkins, Anyone?"
Who in the fuck is Carl Perkins? A Rockabilly hootnanny hoot kinda guy from back in the daze. who wrote this one and "Blue Suede Shoes" and "Everybody's Trying to be my Baby!" To name a few.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Friday, October 03, 2008
"Riffs"
Yes, by being in the food biz, I must admit to a daily dose of watching the floor and seeing if it needs sweeping. Unfortunately, for me that is. Sweep the floor; mop the floor; eyeball the floor; I'm tired of looking at the freaking floors-if you know what I mean.
Anyway I thought I'd jot down a few lines-a few riffs if you will. Seems I'm out of touch with the real world. Even tho' I do know there's a lot of panic out there. No where to buy petrol on a regular basis; debates with the Dems and Repubs; mortgage dilemmas with homeowners and banks, ye old lending institutions; bailouts from the government; and on and on.
Yet October is here and baseball is in full swing. Shirley, oblivious to the problems of John Doe. And the Cubs are losing once again. Seems the curse of the goat is still manifesting itself. Or perhaps they have worse luck than yours truly. And will someone finally concede that Jolting Joe Torre is a helluva manager. Who made the playoffs with the Braves, Yankees, and now the Dodgers. Hall of Fame in my book.
And Tampa Bay finally won a playoff game. Its first ever.
So life goes on....bra. Apologies to a group which once called Liverpool home.
And my riffs are through....fini'....kaput.
Out of touch in '08, v.c.
P.S. Here's looking at you, kid.
P.S.S. The cure
According to three interviews with Sam Sianis, William Sianis' nephew-in-law, the Curse of The Billy Goat can be dispelled only by the Chicago Cubs organization's showing a sincere fondness for goats; allowing them into Wrigley Field because they genuinely want to, not simply for publicity reasons. Maybe the real cure, however, involves the Detroit Tigers, as the Cubs lost to them in the 1945 World Series, would've played them in the 1984 World Series had they beaten San Diego one more time, and, most importantly, beat them both times they won the World Series, in 1907 and 1908, respectively. [3]
Anyway I thought I'd jot down a few lines-a few riffs if you will. Seems I'm out of touch with the real world. Even tho' I do know there's a lot of panic out there. No where to buy petrol on a regular basis; debates with the Dems and Repubs; mortgage dilemmas with homeowners and banks, ye old lending institutions; bailouts from the government; and on and on.
Yet October is here and baseball is in full swing. Shirley, oblivious to the problems of John Doe. And the Cubs are losing once again. Seems the curse of the goat is still manifesting itself. Or perhaps they have worse luck than yours truly. And will someone finally concede that Jolting Joe Torre is a helluva manager. Who made the playoffs with the Braves, Yankees, and now the Dodgers. Hall of Fame in my book.
And Tampa Bay finally won a playoff game. Its first ever.
So life goes on....bra. Apologies to a group which once called Liverpool home.
And my riffs are through....fini'....kaput.
Out of touch in '08, v.c.
P.S. Here's looking at you, kid.
P.S.S. The cure
According to three interviews with Sam Sianis, William Sianis' nephew-in-law, the Curse of The Billy Goat can be dispelled only by the Chicago Cubs organization's showing a sincere fondness for goats; allowing them into Wrigley Field because they genuinely want to, not simply for publicity reasons. Maybe the real cure, however, involves the Detroit Tigers, as the Cubs lost to them in the 1945 World Series, would've played them in the 1984 World Series had they beaten San Diego one more time, and, most importantly, beat them both times they won the World Series, in 1907 and 1908, respectively. [3]
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