Usually, the train stops me on the way to work, which is just an excuse for being late to work. It’s a bummer, though, when the train stops me from getting home. Ugh!
Maybe it tastes like pizza and beer, or soda and candy if you are younger. So, celebrate Thursday, it’s almost the weekend. And fine, this is more of an spoken word kind of thing rather than a song, but…
The necessity to grill a boatload of shish-kabobs arose the other day, and somehow the planning actually led to said necessity having to take place early in the morning.
So, there I was, in the 3AM hour lighting the Kamado Joe grill, and wondering if I would be joined by any of the critters that liked to visit our backyard.
It was all worth it, though, as the kabobs were a hit, and a skunk didn’t skunk me.
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Following our first Chicago Bears game last week, I’m going into a bit of withdrawal as it a bye week for the Bears. I mean, how do I keep up the excitement of the Bears win from last week?
I suppose for the next week I can just keep reliving my experience and keep watching and singing along to my song.
As I open this song, I sing it best, “I almost forgot that it’s Rocktober!” You know, it’s October, but every rock station, well, in the old days when there were rock stations, dubbed October, “Rocktober.”
Promotions took place, and people rocked. People don’t rock that much anymore, hence the downfall of the rock radio station, but I’m not forgetting.
At least for this song.
I’m sure by the next song, I’ll have forgotten all about RocktoberNo, but for now, I rock!
Now, I know that recently the Colorado Rockies have been trying to steal the magic of the phrase and claim “Rocktober” for their own. Good for them, they made the baseball playoffs, but we all know Rocktober isn’t about baseball, it’s about rocking!
It took a little while, but I figured out why there is this Presidential Alert test. You know, the alert you get on your phone from the President saying “This is a test of the National Wireless Emergency Alert System. No action is needed.” It has nothing to do with disaster preparedness, it has nothing to do with President Trump’s desire for world domination, it only has to do with the fact that the aliens are coming.
Yup, FEMA wants the President to be able to, when the aliens arrive, let us all know beings from another planet have arrived, and he is going to build a wall, or something, to keep them out. Okay, I made the “build a wall” thing up, but he is going to need to be able to tell us we are all doomed.
How did I come up with this hypothesis? Well, it was last month when there was a story about a solar observatory being suddenly evacuated. It made sense to no one to close it, and there was some weird “security threat” story. The FBI came in, there were supposedly helicopters, but no, real answer. Sure, after a week or so there was some crazy “child porn” excuse and denials of aliens, but in all honesty, for me, aliens seemed like a more likely reason.
I love the constellation Orion. I also hate the constellation Orion. Also, what does Orion have to do with Australia?
Well, the song explains the “Australia” part, but it all started the other morning while getting my morning paper (Yes, I actually get a newspaper delivered to my house.), I saw him, in the morning sky. Orion the Hunter was as clear as day, and I decided, “What the hell, let’s try to take a picture of the constellation.”
To my delight the picture came out, but not to my delight is the fact that Orion in the night sky, at least up north, signifies winter.
The grass needed cutting. I was hoping the rain would hold off until I was finished, but with about 10 minutes left to go the heavens opened up. Yup, a wet Andy decided to tough it out.
Along with toughing it out, what else is there to do when it starts raining, and you are mowing the lawn? Why, sing, of course!
The other morning “Do You Know the Way to San Jose,” the Dionne Warwick classic, got into my head. I realized that I really didn’t know the way to San Jose, other than it was in California.
Of course, thoughts like that just lead me to sing a song about something as silly as not knowing the way to San Jose.
Might be time to pull out my atlas, but I’m not sure what closet I left that in. It’s easier, I suppose, to just pull out my phone.