Via YouTube – WKRP Turkeys Away Snippet
One of my all-time favorite TV episodes, and one of the best lines ever, “As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Turkeys cannot fly.
Month: November 2016
Ice cream for breakfast makes you smarter, Japanese scientist claims
From The Telegraph…
- … a Japanese scientist has discovered that consuming ice cream for breakfast improves a person’s alertness and mental performance.
I have a new diet plan.
Working for the Machines
From Scott Adams’ Blog…
- I would argue that your political choices are already largely determined by Facebook, Google, Twitter and the other media companies. It feels exactly like free will to you, but it isn’t. And someday soon our technology will tell us how to eat, when to sleep, when to sip water, when to exercise, and even who to date.
I’ve been fascinated with Scott Adams throughout the entire election and his analysis of Donald Trump as the master persuader. Now that the election is over he continues to make me see things in a different light. I’m already working for the machines every time Siri tells me it’s time to start heading to my next calendar appointment, or when Waze instructs me to go a different way to my destination than I want to, but I follow Waze because she is wiser than I am.
Uncle Nick
Some of Uncle Nick is kind of Cleveland bashing, or embracing the idiosyncrasy that is Cleveland depending on your point of view, with comments like “When you have Ohiogenetics your body morphs into the shape of a tugboat by the time you’re thirty,” and “Cleveland had plenty of lows since the Ten Cent Beer Night… We’ve come to accept it,” but for the movie, it worked.
It’s a raunchy look at your yearly Christmas party, complete with comparison to Cleveland’s legendary Ten Cent Beer Game. I gave it 3 stars out of 5.
Backyard and Up
Everyone can see our backyard tree looking like, well, a tree, but since it’s our backyard, I get to see it as colorful sky.
A Couple Had Their Engagement Shoot Photobombed By An Incredulous Squirrel
From Buzzfeed:
- The best part might be its expression — like he’s confused as to why a camera is interrupting his snack.
I don’t know why I love squirrels incorporating themselves into human situations, but I do. This is awesomelly cute, and as you scroll down through the story, the squirrel photo is perfect.
Not Dead Yet
In a see of dead and rotting stalks with the takeover of Fall, these guys are hanging on to colorful life.
I’m Sorry, Cleveland, I’m a Chicago Cubs Fan
I tried. I honestly did. I’m sorry, Cleveland, I’m a Chicago Cubs fan.
For years and years, even since I moved to Chicago, I questioned my allegiance, wondered who I would root for, in the end, if the “End of the World” scenario would happen, a Chicago Cubs vs. Cleveland Indians World Series. The world is still spinning yet here we are, five games into the World Series, with Cleveland up 3 – 2, and I finally know where I stand. It occurred firmly during game five when I announced on Facebook I had cheered on the Cubs for the first four games, but I was all in for the Tribe in game five.
Because, like many a sports fan, I assumed my actions actually influence a team in some way, I blamed the Cubs being in their losing situation as my fault because I was on their side. I also didn’t want to be on the side of the loser so I announced on Facebook that I was all in for the Tribe, and in doing so I was either helping out the Cubs because my flipping sides would cause them to win, or I would at least be on the side of the winner and could revel in a glorious World Series victory. That “flipping” lasted about 1/2 pitch.
Firmly implanted in the couch, with beer on my left side, the Indians came to the plate, and I quickly began to drive my wife crazy as something good would go the Cubs way, I would express my glee, but then quickly say “No, wait, I mean ‘Bad, bad, bad!'” For that first inning, with every action, my wife had no idea who was doing better, and try as I might to switch my happiness or disappointment to an action by Cleveland, I kept finding myself happy or disappointed in the actions by the Cubs, and when Cleveland scored in the second inning, and I was pissed at the sign of impending Cubs doom, I realized right then that it had finally happened, I was a Chicagoan. I was a Cubs fan.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised as I’ve lived in Chicago for about 31 of my 49 years now, not including my short stint in middle Illinois, and as the years have gone by, and never being able to actually watch a Cleveland sports team, I’ve gotten sucked in by the generally suckiness of Chicago teams, with a few glimmers of hope in the White Sox World Series, and if I were a bigger hockey fan I’ve always got the Blackhawks.
Don’t get me wrong, I still root for the Cleveland teams, just not when they are playing the Chicago teams.
So here I am, the morning of game six of the World Series, and it’s time to accept it, I’m a Chicago fan. I will accept my fate in this World Series, either being happy for my Cleveland fans who for years, up until the Cavs, wallowed in suckiness, but from the first pitch tonight I’ll be all in, oh way, I can’t be “all in,” that’s a Cleveland thing, so I guess I’ll just be cheering on the lovable losers, the Chicago Cubs, and pray they won’t be losers any longer.
As my mom would say, “Go Cubbies!” She would have loved this series, though it might have killed her, but as much as she like the Cubs I have no doubt she would be cheering on the Tribe because she never left #Believeland.