The following is from one of my subscriptions on youtube:
This video is the first rehearsal of some of the younger nedding09s. They are hoping to enter for the Mathew St Festival which takes place in Liverpool in August. Everything has been recorded on just one microphone so some of the instruments are not as balanced as they could be as through a mixing desk. I'm in there somewhere keeping a low profile.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Players chip in to save coach’s life after Clippers decline medical coverage
Seven years ago, former Los Angeles Clippers head coach Kim Hughes was diagnosed with prostate cancer, and the ensuing aftermath will change the way you feel about several NBA types significantly....
NBA players Corey Maggette(notes), Marko Jaric(notes), Chris Kaman(notes) and Elton Brand(notes) all chipped in to pay for expensive life-saving surgery for Hughes, after the Clippers organization (read: Donald Sterling, noted worst person in the world) declined to cover the costs....
Declined to cover the cost of a surgery that would save their employee's life. While playing rent-free in an often sold-out arena in America's second-biggest television market. Unyieldingly evil....
"Those guys saved my life," Hughes said. "They paid the whole medical bill. It was like $70,000 or more. It wasn't cheap...."
"It showed you what classy people they are. They didn't want me talking about it; they didn't want the recognition because they simply felt it was the right thing to do."
NBA players Corey Maggette(notes), Marko Jaric(notes), Chris Kaman(notes) and Elton Brand(notes) all chipped in to pay for expensive life-saving surgery for Hughes, after the Clippers organization (read: Donald Sterling, noted worst person in the world) declined to cover the costs....
Declined to cover the cost of a surgery that would save their employee's life. While playing rent-free in an often sold-out arena in America's second-biggest television market. Unyieldingly evil....
"Those guys saved my life," Hughes said. "They paid the whole medical bill. It was like $70,000 or more. It wasn't cheap...."
"It showed you what classy people they are. They didn't want me talking about it; they didn't want the recognition because they simply felt it was the right thing to do."
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
"Kent State"
Kent State plays St. Mary's tonight in the NIT. That's National Invitational Tournament. Which concludes in New York's Madison Square Garden after opening round tournament games across the country. Does anyone remember Kent State? 4 dead in Ohio.
"Prissy" Tyra Banks is shelling out $31,000 a year to spend just three weeks on campus for three years.
Tyra Banks has been attending Harvard Business School since last year.
Enrolled in the Harvard Owner/President Management Program, the model-turned-mogul, 37, is intent on building her business savvy. "It's pretty exclusive," she told CBS News.
Pricey too. Banks is shelling out $31,000 a year to spend just three weeks on campus for three years.
"But I feel like it is so, so worth it," she said. "In order for my company to grow and be the best, and to reach these women, and to serve them, I needed the best. So I went to the best." < $31, 000 has got to be chump change for her >
The ex Victoria's Secret stunner has been interested in going back to school since dropping out of Loyola Marymount University to purse modeling at age 17. "The day I put college on hold because I got discovered....was one of the most difficult decisions of my entire life," she said. < We are so proud of you for going back to school. >
So how do classmates react to the model-student? "I get mixed reactions," she said. "There are little facial expressions....The chin goes back, like, 'Really?'...it's like why is a model going to Harvard? But that's actually a good thing, because when people have low expectations, you're just constantly going, 'Ta-da!' And they're like 'Wow.' It doesn't take a lot to wow them." < Say hello to Professor Kingsfield for me. And, hopefully, when you get your grade, you will have earned it >
Enrolled in the Harvard Owner/President Management Program, the model-turned-mogul, 37, is intent on building her business savvy. "It's pretty exclusive," she told CBS News.
Pricey too. Banks is shelling out $31,000 a year to spend just three weeks on campus for three years.
"But I feel like it is so, so worth it," she said. "In order for my company to grow and be the best, and to reach these women, and to serve them, I needed the best. So I went to the best." < $31, 000 has got to be chump change for her >
The ex Victoria's Secret stunner has been interested in going back to school since dropping out of Loyola Marymount University to purse modeling at age 17. "The day I put college on hold because I got discovered....was one of the most difficult decisions of my entire life," she said. < We are so proud of you for going back to school. >
So how do classmates react to the model-student? "I get mixed reactions," she said. "There are little facial expressions....The chin goes back, like, 'Really?'...it's like why is a model going to Harvard? But that's actually a good thing, because when people have low expectations, you're just constantly going, 'Ta-da!' And they're like 'Wow.' It doesn't take a lot to wow them." < Say hello to Professor Kingsfield for me. And, hopefully, when you get your grade, you will have earned it >
Monday, March 14, 2011
"Aflac"
Disability insurer Aflac Inc fired comedian Gilbert Gottfried as the voice of its iconic duck on Monday after a series of Twitter jokes about the earthquake in Japan, Aflac's most important market....
Aflac said it would start a nationwide casting call to find a new voice -- and noted that it was already using a different voice in the Japanese market, where it is the No. 1 foreign insurer.
Aflac said it would start a nationwide casting call to find a new voice -- and noted that it was already using a different voice in the Japanese market, where it is the No. 1 foreign insurer.
Meltdown threat rises at Japanese nuclear plant
There are people who believe God is mad at the Japanese; God was mad in New Orleans; God was mad at the Haitians; etc. What are your thoughts?
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
"Jennifer Anniston Gets a Virus!"
Because nobody-and I mean nobody-reads my blog these days except for rockhead-go lubys-hoots and sometimes slippery, I've got to try anything to get more traffic, hence the title.
The following is a Jen Anniston commercial gone viral. Funny stuff! And don't you wish your significant other was hot like her?
The following is a Jen Anniston commercial gone viral. Funny stuff! And don't you wish your significant other was hot like her?
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
"Professor honored at halftime tossed from game for heckling"
You gotta love this one:
The part-time professor was ejected from the game for verbally confronting a ref from his courtside seat after a foul call. Minutes earlier, Kasmir and his family had been honored at halftime for donating between $10,000 and $24,999 to the university.
"Basically, I told the ref he was the worst ref I'd ever seen and he wasn't worth the $1,600 dollars they were paying him and that was it," Kasmir said. "And then he ejected me from the game."
Senior Vice Provost Robert Chernark defended Kasmir in remarks to the school newspaper, The Hatchet. "He did get a bigger ovation when he was thrown out than when he was on the court for his donation," Chernak said. "Actually we started to play better afterwards, so maybe we need to make it a fan a game or something."
The part-time professor was ejected from the game for verbally confronting a ref from his courtside seat after a foul call. Minutes earlier, Kasmir and his family had been honored at halftime for donating between $10,000 and $24,999 to the university.
"Basically, I told the ref he was the worst ref I'd ever seen and he wasn't worth the $1,600 dollars they were paying him and that was it," Kasmir said. "And then he ejected me from the game."
Senior Vice Provost Robert Chernark defended Kasmir in remarks to the school newspaper, The Hatchet. "He did get a bigger ovation when he was thrown out than when he was on the court for his donation," Chernak said. "Actually we started to play better afterwards, so maybe we need to make it a fan a game or something."
Monday, March 07, 2011
"Win It For Wes!"
Days after star basketball player and beloved student Wes Leonard died of a heart attack immediately following a high school game, Fennville returned to the court to play its first 2010 playoff game against Lawrence, a team which had passed on its own home court advantage to move the game to a larger, neutral site closer to Fennville.
"If 6 Were 9" and "Hypnotherapy" and "The Hypnotic Eye!"
I have been engaged here lately. On Golden Pond, that is. Don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm 59 and doing a lot of reflecting. What's it all about, Alfie, and all that?
I remember when 69 was my favorite number, but as I get closer, I'm not so sure anymore.
My sis, Raven Shams, ( not made up ) completed her hypnotherapy class, 101, last night. 200 hours worth. And she looks forward to pursuing it further. Good for you, sis.
My high school, Rowdy High, is having its annual reunion this Saturday. I haven't been in 3 years or so, and since I last attended, the group has broken off into two factions. The concerned alumni vs. the unconcerned alumni. Not sure what it's all about, and not sure if I'll be attending. But I would like to see Slippery, Bob, Paul, Steve, et al.
Facebook is now alive and streaming through our consciousness. Whatever that means. Maybe this foray of mine would be more suited for the social network. Haven't seen the movie but want to.
An old alumni of Rowdy High passed away the other day, and it made me examine how life is fragile and all of the other cliches. And I see older people confined to hoverounds, walkers, and canes. Makes me wonder what's the point? Those people living in pain and sadness, who remember when they could do it all.
So engaged I am. The seventh voyage of the catfish is right around the bend, eh? As I look for more adventures. Gimme shelter!
I remember when 69 was my favorite number, but as I get closer, I'm not so sure anymore.
My sis, Raven Shams, ( not made up ) completed her hypnotherapy class, 101, last night. 200 hours worth. And she looks forward to pursuing it further. Good for you, sis.
My high school, Rowdy High, is having its annual reunion this Saturday. I haven't been in 3 years or so, and since I last attended, the group has broken off into two factions. The concerned alumni vs. the unconcerned alumni. Not sure what it's all about, and not sure if I'll be attending. But I would like to see Slippery, Bob, Paul, Steve, et al.
Facebook is now alive and streaming through our consciousness. Whatever that means. Maybe this foray of mine would be more suited for the social network. Haven't seen the movie but want to.
An old alumni of Rowdy High passed away the other day, and it made me examine how life is fragile and all of the other cliches. And I see older people confined to hoverounds, walkers, and canes. Makes me wonder what's the point? Those people living in pain and sadness, who remember when they could do it all.
So engaged I am. The seventh voyage of the catfish is right around the bend, eh? As I look for more adventures. Gimme shelter!
"Chris Farley Interviews Paul McCartney-he of Fab 4 Fame"
Funny stuff. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Sunday, March 06, 2011
"Heart Attack Grill"
....Well, consider the Heart Attack Grill, a Phoenix restaurant that specializes in high-calorie, high-fat food. The restaurant, which advertises that people over 350 pounds can eat for free, employed Blair River, a nearly 600-pound man as their spokesman....That changed on Tuesday, when River died at age 29.
The official cause of River's death is not yet known, but his friends have reported that he died of pneumonia after contracting the flu. My bet is the restaurant owners will argue the food they served didn't actually lead to his death. He died from the flu, after all. I won't buy it. Healthy, 29-year-old men don't die from the flu. I'd be willing to bet River died because his body was already so compromised from being morbidly obese....
To view the full story from Yahoo click the beginning link.
Cos working too hard can give you a heart attack!
The official cause of River's death is not yet known, but his friends have reported that he died of pneumonia after contracting the flu. My bet is the restaurant owners will argue the food they served didn't actually lead to his death. He died from the flu, after all. I won't buy it. Healthy, 29-year-old men don't die from the flu. I'd be willing to bet River died because his body was already so compromised from being morbidly obese....
To view the full story from Yahoo click the beginning link.
Cos working too hard can give you a heart attack!
"Elvira's Movie Macabre"
Last night's feature was the classic (?) "Teenagers from Outer Space." A low budget film from 1959.
Quick plot line: A team of spacemen arrive on Earth in a space ship. They have been searching the galaxy for a planet suitable to raise their herd of "gargons", a lobster-like (but air-breathing) creature which is a food staple on their homeworld.
The film failed to perform at the box office, placing further stress on an already-burdened Graeff,[ who wrote, directed,edited and produced ] and in the fall of 1959, he suffered a breakdown, proclaimed himself the second coming of Christ.[4] After a number of public appearances followed by a subsequent arrest for disrupting a church service, Graeff disappeared from Hollywood until 1964 and later committed suicide in 1970.
Cost-effective measures
According to Bryan Pearson, the crew employed many guerrilla tactics in order to cut costs. Director Tom Graeff secured the location for Betty Morgan's house for free by posing as a UCLA student (while Graeff had attended the school, he had graduated 5 years earlier). The older woman who owned the house even let the crew use her electricity to power equipment.[2]
Graeff shot in many nearby locations — mostly in the vicinity of Sunset Boulevard and Highland Avenue — to double as more important city landmarks. Graeff's steady hand and framing kept most of the real locations under-wraps, creating a great low-budget illusion of a small town.
Other cost-cutting ideas didn't pay off as well: the space costumes were simple flight suits clearly decorated with masking tape, dress shoes covered in socks, and surplus Air Force helmets. The use of stock footage in lieu of special effects and Spielbergian "looking" shots replacing actual visuals of the invading enemy spaceships seriously undercut the urgency of the ending. Props included a single bolted-joint skeleton re-used for every dead body, a multichannel mixer that the producers made no attempt to camouflage (even clearly bearing the label "Multichannel Mixer MCM-2") as a piece of alien equipment, and the infamous dime-store Hubley's "Atomic Disintegrator" as the aliens' focusing disintegrator ray.
Quick plot line: A team of spacemen arrive on Earth in a space ship. They have been searching the galaxy for a planet suitable to raise their herd of "gargons", a lobster-like (but air-breathing) creature which is a food staple on their homeworld.
The film failed to perform at the box office, placing further stress on an already-burdened Graeff,[ who wrote, directed,edited and produced ] and in the fall of 1959, he suffered a breakdown, proclaimed himself the second coming of Christ.[4] After a number of public appearances followed by a subsequent arrest for disrupting a church service, Graeff disappeared from Hollywood until 1964 and later committed suicide in 1970.
Cost-effective measures
According to Bryan Pearson, the crew employed many guerrilla tactics in order to cut costs. Director Tom Graeff secured the location for Betty Morgan's house for free by posing as a UCLA student (while Graeff had attended the school, he had graduated 5 years earlier). The older woman who owned the house even let the crew use her electricity to power equipment.[2]
Graeff shot in many nearby locations — mostly in the vicinity of Sunset Boulevard and Highland Avenue — to double as more important city landmarks. Graeff's steady hand and framing kept most of the real locations under-wraps, creating a great low-budget illusion of a small town.
Other cost-cutting ideas didn't pay off as well: the space costumes were simple flight suits clearly decorated with masking tape, dress shoes covered in socks, and surplus Air Force helmets. The use of stock footage in lieu of special effects and Spielbergian "looking" shots replacing actual visuals of the invading enemy spaceships seriously undercut the urgency of the ending. Props included a single bolted-joint skeleton re-used for every dead body, a multichannel mixer that the producers made no attempt to camouflage (even clearly bearing the label "Multichannel Mixer MCM-2") as a piece of alien equipment, and the infamous dime-store Hubley's "Atomic Disintegrator" as the aliens' focusing disintegrator ray.
Saturday, March 05, 2011
"Chicago Transit Authority" Apologies to Mayor Daly!
Never heard this version. It's live and I'm digging it!
Of course, I like the lyrics after the break:
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
Wonder where that came from?? Eh?
P.S. This is good too. Damn, youtube is the best!!
P.S. I like this version better!
Of course, I like the lyrics after the break:
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
Wonder where that came from?? Eh?
P.S. This is good too. Damn, youtube is the best!!
P.S. I like this version better!
"Troy Donahue and Me"
After the release of My Blood Runs Cold (1965), Donahue's contract with Warner Bros. ended. He later struggled to find new roles and had problems with drug addiction and alcoholism. He was married again in 1966, to actress Valerie Allen, but they divorced in 1968. In 1970 he appeared in the daytime drama The Secret Storm. In 1974 he was cast in his most high profile role, in The Godfather Part II as the new fiancé of Connie Corleone. His character was called Merle Johnson, Donahue's real name.
Tonite's foray into the infantile is a conversation between yours truly and Troy Donahue, who now resides among the stars.
v.c.: What was it like working with Sandra Dee? Were you two intimate?
Troy: There wasn't anything to it. She was hot for Bobby Darin; I couldn't get to second base with her tho' I tried. Great l'il actress.
v.c.: You two were the perfect 50's lovesick couple. I loved the theme song, "A Summer Place."
Troy: Why'd you mention that song, man. It still chokes me up.
v.c.: Sorry! Did you really live under a bridge after your flame fleeted like a ....
Troy: Candle in the wind. Yeah! That song gets me all misty-eyed, too. It's true. I had me a cardboard box-had it set up kinda neat, really. But when it rained-those southern California rain showers can be like monsoons.
v.c.: Did you know Marilyn-hang out with her?
Troy: She was too enamored with JFK to give me a look twice. She's been magnanimous here, but nothing during my brief time on the planet, vee.
v.c.: Speaking of which, what really happened on the grassy noll.
Troy: J. Edgar Hoover's up here and he could make things tough for me-I already owe him two cartons of cigarettes. He said Dallas would be 4-0 to start the season. "Cowboys? Tony Romo? No way," I said.
But I can tell you this. Oswald wasn't alone. It would blow your mind, if I told you who was in on it. "The Warren Report" was a freakin' joke-I kid you not.
v.c.: Do you ever get to see John and George?
Troy: They never hung out with me in the beginning. They thought I was too much of an apple pie and chevrolet kind of guy, but when John found out my last address was an underpass and I had all these addictions, well, he kinda warmed up to me.
v.c.: Is Jimmy Hoffa buried in "Giants Stadium?" In the end zone?
Troy: Man, you don't let up. Nah, he ain't buried there, but he swims with the fishes allah Lucca Brazzi. It wasn't the Union. Somebody said Danny de Vito was involved. Just rumors. They have 'em here, too.
v.c.: Did George W. know ahead of time that the Twin Towers were going down?
Troy: They don't talk about it much. Too sensitive a subject....for Heaven. We like to chill, mellow-out up here-it's not like on Earth, where it's am I gonna get this part? Am I no longer a teenage heartthrob? Where's my next meal gonna come from? Is the cardboard gonna hold out this winter? It's different. But we're waiting on Karl Rove to get here. To find out the skinny, if you know what I mean?
v.c.: How's the "King?" You know, Elvis?
Troy: He's a cool cat, vee. Last night he sang "In the Ghetto" with Ray Charles and Louie Armstrong. Satchmo can still bring it, but I can't understand a thing he says.
v.c.: Why are we hear? Shirley not to live in pain and fear?
Troy: John sang that one with Duane Allman a fortnight ago. Don't start getting philosophical on me, v.c.? Have you found a job, btw?
v.c.: News travels fast, eh?
Troy: At least you aren't living under a collosal cement block. I see things are gonna start looking-up for you. You've been througha lot of shit, dude!
v.c.: Thanks, Troy.
Before I could say my goodbyes I woke up! Was it a dream? Only the Shadow knows!
Tonite's foray into the infantile is a conversation between yours truly and Troy Donahue, who now resides among the stars.
v.c.: What was it like working with Sandra Dee? Were you two intimate?
Troy: There wasn't anything to it. She was hot for Bobby Darin; I couldn't get to second base with her tho' I tried. Great l'il actress.
v.c.: You two were the perfect 50's lovesick couple. I loved the theme song, "A Summer Place."
Troy: Why'd you mention that song, man. It still chokes me up.
v.c.: Sorry! Did you really live under a bridge after your flame fleeted like a ....
Troy: Candle in the wind. Yeah! That song gets me all misty-eyed, too. It's true. I had me a cardboard box-had it set up kinda neat, really. But when it rained-those southern California rain showers can be like monsoons.
v.c.: Did you know Marilyn-hang out with her?
Troy: She was too enamored with JFK to give me a look twice. She's been magnanimous here, but nothing during my brief time on the planet, vee.
v.c.: Speaking of which, what really happened on the grassy noll.
Troy: J. Edgar Hoover's up here and he could make things tough for me-I already owe him two cartons of cigarettes. He said Dallas would be 4-0 to start the season. "Cowboys? Tony Romo? No way," I said.
But I can tell you this. Oswald wasn't alone. It would blow your mind, if I told you who was in on it. "The Warren Report" was a freakin' joke-I kid you not.
v.c.: Do you ever get to see John and George?
Troy: They never hung out with me in the beginning. They thought I was too much of an apple pie and chevrolet kind of guy, but when John found out my last address was an underpass and I had all these addictions, well, he kinda warmed up to me.
v.c.: Is Jimmy Hoffa buried in "Giants Stadium?" In the end zone?
Troy: Man, you don't let up. Nah, he ain't buried there, but he swims with the fishes allah Lucca Brazzi. It wasn't the Union. Somebody said Danny de Vito was involved. Just rumors. They have 'em here, too.
v.c.: Did George W. know ahead of time that the Twin Towers were going down?
Troy: They don't talk about it much. Too sensitive a subject....for Heaven. We like to chill, mellow-out up here-it's not like on Earth, where it's am I gonna get this part? Am I no longer a teenage heartthrob? Where's my next meal gonna come from? Is the cardboard gonna hold out this winter? It's different. But we're waiting on Karl Rove to get here. To find out the skinny, if you know what I mean?
v.c.: How's the "King?" You know, Elvis?
Troy: He's a cool cat, vee. Last night he sang "In the Ghetto" with Ray Charles and Louie Armstrong. Satchmo can still bring it, but I can't understand a thing he says.
v.c.: Why are we hear? Shirley not to live in pain and fear?
Troy: John sang that one with Duane Allman a fortnight ago. Don't start getting philosophical on me, v.c.? Have you found a job, btw?
v.c.: News travels fast, eh?
Troy: At least you aren't living under a collosal cement block. I see things are gonna start looking-up for you. You've been througha lot of shit, dude!
v.c.: Thanks, Troy.
Before I could say my goodbyes I woke up! Was it a dream? Only the Shadow knows!
Thursday, March 03, 2011
"The Dilly is Back!" ??
I wrote a lot of stuff years ago. And put a lot of it on floppy discs. Don't remember where I put 'em. I thought the following foray was quite good-even got a chuckle out of it myself, but then I wrote the durn thing. Not sure I could write like this today.
The Dilly Is Back 26-Aug-04 12:43 am
A few years ago the Brass made a startling move and did away with the dilly, a staple for roughly 20 years. And the dilly went away. We didn't mention it or weren't supposed to utter its name. It was okay if the guests said "give me a dilly," cos we were supposed to wink at each other and feign its existense. Every so often some of us would slip and say the word "dilly," or tell the guests we no longer had the "dilly," which confused the hell out of the guests and then we would have to explain the semantics.
"Yes, we no longer have the dilly, but you can still purchase the ex-"dilly" items at the same price as the "dilly"-we just don't call it that anymore."
"Huh," would come the normal reply.
What a move by the Brass. What brilliance! What savoir faire! What utter stupidity!
After mass confusion set in, the Brass decided to "bring back the dilly." Streamers and banners were made harkening its return.
Once again. What brilliance! What savoir faire! What utter stupidity!
The guests never quit saying dilly and yet we did away with it and then brought it back even tho it never really left in the first place. Confused? So were we!
Other companies, networks, and even individuals have used "bring back the" in an attempt to resurrect its/his/her's dwindling market share. Some have stolen our script, in order to "red herring" the public, allah "bring back the dilly." The following are submitted for your a & p in case you missed 'em:
1) Bring back The Billy: Attempting to market himself after retiring from PIC, Bronco Billy fashioned himself after Donald Trump and became known as "The Billy."
2) Bring back the Gilley: Pumpin' piano cousin to Jerry Lee. Efforts were made to bring back Gilley, Cissy, Bud, and the mechanical bulls, but John Q. Public had had enough.
3) Bring back the Hillary: If Kerry gets torpedoed be4 the election, Hillary is waiting in the wings with this slogan.
4) Bring back the Milli: Lloyd Thaxton's newest venture into lip-synching, stolen from the ex-dynamic duo.
5) Bring back the Nilli: Failed campaign by Nabisco. Nilli Vanilli wafers were outdone by the Oreos.
6) Bring back the Silly: Paul McCartney is foiled, circa 2004, when his sequel to "silly love songs" becomes a mega flop. Considered too 70's and Paul's bass line from the first song can never be duplicated.
7) Bring back the Philly: Pic tried this one, as well, but pulled the ads when it realized it didn't serve Philly Cheese steaks.
8) Bring back the Filly: Fox network misjudges the publics' fascination with westerns < 50's > and the nostalgia craze and bombs when its pilots "Grandson of Fury" and "Universal Velvet" are lambasted by the critics. < see universal dressing product if you work/worked for PIC Timeline: early 2000's. Also see frozen cranberry sauce >
9) Bring back the Willy: Reality tv show about a few whales that get beached on Fort Lauderdale's shoreline. Jury still out on this one.
10) Bring back the dilly: see the intro of tonite's post. It worked once, maybe it will work again.
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. Hoots, if you are reading, we now know you served during the v.n. era in Korea, but can you tell us of your exploits in the Great War, allah pictruandtru.
The Dilly Is Back 26-Aug-04 12:43 am
A few years ago the Brass made a startling move and did away with the dilly, a staple for roughly 20 years. And the dilly went away. We didn't mention it or weren't supposed to utter its name. It was okay if the guests said "give me a dilly," cos we were supposed to wink at each other and feign its existense. Every so often some of us would slip and say the word "dilly," or tell the guests we no longer had the "dilly," which confused the hell out of the guests and then we would have to explain the semantics.
"Yes, we no longer have the dilly, but you can still purchase the ex-"dilly" items at the same price as the "dilly"-we just don't call it that anymore."
"Huh," would come the normal reply.
What a move by the Brass. What brilliance! What savoir faire! What utter stupidity!
After mass confusion set in, the Brass decided to "bring back the dilly." Streamers and banners were made harkening its return.
Once again. What brilliance! What savoir faire! What utter stupidity!
The guests never quit saying dilly and yet we did away with it and then brought it back even tho it never really left in the first place. Confused? So were we!
Other companies, networks, and even individuals have used "bring back the" in an attempt to resurrect its/his/her's dwindling market share. Some have stolen our script, in order to "red herring" the public, allah "bring back the dilly." The following are submitted for your a & p in case you missed 'em:
1) Bring back The Billy: Attempting to market himself after retiring from PIC, Bronco Billy fashioned himself after Donald Trump and became known as "The Billy."
2) Bring back the Gilley: Pumpin' piano cousin to Jerry Lee. Efforts were made to bring back Gilley, Cissy, Bud, and the mechanical bulls, but John Q. Public had had enough.
3) Bring back the Hillary: If Kerry gets torpedoed be4 the election, Hillary is waiting in the wings with this slogan.
4) Bring back the Milli: Lloyd Thaxton's newest venture into lip-synching, stolen from the ex-dynamic duo.
5) Bring back the Nilli: Failed campaign by Nabisco. Nilli Vanilli wafers were outdone by the Oreos.
6) Bring back the Silly: Paul McCartney is foiled, circa 2004, when his sequel to "silly love songs" becomes a mega flop. Considered too 70's and Paul's bass line from the first song can never be duplicated.
7) Bring back the Philly: Pic tried this one, as well, but pulled the ads when it realized it didn't serve Philly Cheese steaks.
8) Bring back the Filly: Fox network misjudges the publics' fascination with westerns < 50's > and the nostalgia craze and bombs when its pilots "Grandson of Fury" and "Universal Velvet" are lambasted by the critics. < see universal dressing product if you work/worked for PIC Timeline: early 2000's. Also see frozen cranberry sauce >
9) Bring back the Willy: Reality tv show about a few whales that get beached on Fort Lauderdale's shoreline. Jury still out on this one.
10) Bring back the dilly: see the intro of tonite's post. It worked once, maybe it will work again.
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. Hoots, if you are reading, we now know you served during the v.n. era in Korea, but can you tell us of your exploits in the Great War, allah pictruandtru.
"True Grit"
I remember traveling to Panama City one summer circa 1969 with two of my best friends. We were taking Bob's Gran Torino. 4 in the floor and all that. We were headed to the beach in search of rest and relaxation. We had just graduated from Rowdy High, and, of course, we were full of ourselves.
We stopped at a hole in the wall restaurant one morning for breakfast. I wasn't much of a breakfast person, but my two buds were. When the server, er, waitress asked for our order Bob said eggs, bacon, and grits. I said grit is what John Wayne had in his last movie.
She failed to see the humor and branded me a smartass.
On TCM the other nite, the aforementioned movie was playing during "Oscar Month." Not surprisingly, John won his only oscar. The cast included Dennis Hopper and Robert Duvall.
We stopped at a hole in the wall restaurant one morning for breakfast. I wasn't much of a breakfast person, but my two buds were. When the server, er, waitress asked for our order Bob said eggs, bacon, and grits. I said grit is what John Wayne had in his last movie.
She failed to see the humor and branded me a smartass.
On TCM the other nite, the aforementioned movie was playing during "Oscar Month." Not surprisingly, John won his only oscar. The cast included Dennis Hopper and Robert Duvall.
"BYU Davies Suspended For Pre-Marital Sex"
Brandon Davies was suspended from BYU's basketball team for the remainder of the season because he violated the part of the school's honor code provision that prohibits premarital sex, according to a report in The Salt Lake Tribune.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
"Another Dear Cat" ( This One Circa 2005 )
Dear Cat: I enjoyed your last lovelorn column. I work for a cafeteria chain-not Luby's or Furr's-who revoked my 3rd week vacation a coppola years ago. I recieve 2 weeks now even tho I've worked for my cafeteria chain for 15 years. New recruits-mgrs. from Hardees and Burger King-who sign on get two weeks from the get-go or jump street. ( antiquated urban slang )Do you think I should be pissed and demand my employer reinstate my 3rd week. I am getting tired and burnt out. Signed: Eagerly awaiting your reply to my query.
Dear Query: First of all, you misspelled receive. Helpful hint: i before e except after c. Now addressing your query. An analogy comes to mind. A snowball in hell whole is more likely to occur than you retrieving your vacation. Sorry, it's life in the big city and another example of the demise of the worker's benefits in corporate America. But remember this: Shirley, they care about your well-being and appreciate your loyalty and dedication during these difficult times.
Dear Cat: Lately, I have been working my ass off ( pardon my french ) for my employer. Working long days and nites. Working 6 days a week. Do you think the company is taking advantage of me, or should I suck it up knowing that one day my hard work will pay off. And perhaps I will climb the letter to success. Signed: As tears go by.
Dear Tears: Hard work gets you nowhere these days. I would suggest smooching your boss's derriere whenever he calls or confronts you with a situation. Tell him "you are the best boss I've worked with." "Your presentation at our last mgr.'s meeting inspired me to greater heights." Then smooch his heiney-literally. You will suckceed by using this approach. And I'm nit-picking here, but you misspelled success in your query. Remember it's k after c whenever the word suckcess is engaged in a sentence or spoken via word-of-mouth. P.S. Thanks for the Stones reference. And remember: you can't always get what you want; but if you try sometime you get what you need.
Dear Cat: I need your help. I am one of the lovelorn. My wife wants a divorce. Says I am absorbed in my job. And work too many hours. I missed my son's birthday the other day, and at Thanksgiving I couldn't enjoy the holiday cos I was worn out from making dressing in the bain marie. My G.M. said he hated universal dressing and we'd have to make it from scratch. What should I do? Quit my job and find another? Go to marriage counseling? Or divorce the nag and get on with my life and career. Signed: Lost in space.
Dear space: Tell your wife to stifle herself ( apologies to Archie and Edith Bunker ) and keep working those long hours and missing all of those family endeavors. One day it will pay off. Especially if you work for a savvy progressive company. You may even become a partner. And own a piece of the rock. And remember: there's more than one fish in the sea.
Dear readers: This concludes "Dear Cat" for tonite. Submitted for your perusal and approval,
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. The nite train is disembarking. Allah bored!
Dear Query: First of all, you misspelled receive. Helpful hint: i before e except after c. Now addressing your query. An analogy comes to mind. A snowball in hell whole is more likely to occur than you retrieving your vacation. Sorry, it's life in the big city and another example of the demise of the worker's benefits in corporate America. But remember this: Shirley, they care about your well-being and appreciate your loyalty and dedication during these difficult times.
Dear Cat: Lately, I have been working my ass off ( pardon my french ) for my employer. Working long days and nites. Working 6 days a week. Do you think the company is taking advantage of me, or should I suck it up knowing that one day my hard work will pay off. And perhaps I will climb the letter to success. Signed: As tears go by.
Dear Tears: Hard work gets you nowhere these days. I would suggest smooching your boss's derriere whenever he calls or confronts you with a situation. Tell him "you are the best boss I've worked with." "Your presentation at our last mgr.'s meeting inspired me to greater heights." Then smooch his heiney-literally. You will suckceed by using this approach. And I'm nit-picking here, but you misspelled success in your query. Remember it's k after c whenever the word suckcess is engaged in a sentence or spoken via word-of-mouth. P.S. Thanks for the Stones reference. And remember: you can't always get what you want; but if you try sometime you get what you need.
Dear Cat: I need your help. I am one of the lovelorn. My wife wants a divorce. Says I am absorbed in my job. And work too many hours. I missed my son's birthday the other day, and at Thanksgiving I couldn't enjoy the holiday cos I was worn out from making dressing in the bain marie. My G.M. said he hated universal dressing and we'd have to make it from scratch. What should I do? Quit my job and find another? Go to marriage counseling? Or divorce the nag and get on with my life and career. Signed: Lost in space.
Dear space: Tell your wife to stifle herself ( apologies to Archie and Edith Bunker ) and keep working those long hours and missing all of those family endeavors. One day it will pay off. Especially if you work for a savvy progressive company. You may even become a partner. And own a piece of the rock. And remember: there's more than one fish in the sea.
Dear readers: This concludes "Dear Cat" for tonite. Submitted for your perusal and approval,
Farewell and adieu, v.c.
P.S. The nite train is disembarking. Allah bored!
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