SIT (Victurd)........ STAY (Victurd)... BLOG! (Victurd)
It just ain't that easy. This is kinda like a chap working at KeyPharmacy (Makers of No-Doz) going to work and he ain't got any idea about chemisty, and how to make No-Doz, let alone barely be able to spell it.
My goal here, No-Doz (ie, you, No-Doz). Hard to be creative whenya ain't creative. Or, not in the mood..."Sorry Hazel, not tonight."
Ha. I'm always in the mood. Calm down, always in the mood to blog it's just sometimes the brain is on E.
Pavlov. Yes, he, the Ruskie who introduced us to "conditional reflex." Mr. Pavlov noticed his hound pooches would salivate in the presence of the technician who normally fed them, rather than simply salivating in the presence of the food. If he used a buzzer or metronome was sounded before the food was given, presto, once again, association and the dog would salivate.
SIT Victurd. STAY Victurd. BUZZER/METRONOME Victurd - WRITE DAMNIT!
Sorry, hard sometimes.
Surely, ole Pav had some older dogs, they couldn't have been all pups. Wouldn't it reason there was one or ten where "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"? Or mebbe even just his share of M-/C- student doggies. Wonder if one'a the pooches would blame his own failure on his brother eating his homework?
You there. You long term marrieds. I would gather, if you've made it longterm, duties are shared, house cleanup is jointly, or mebbe alternating weeks on your non laundry week mebbe. My father, funny ha ha, usedta empty his coffee cup... teasingly point his index finger at it like a pistol and bend his thumb back and forth, indicating, "Velma, run get me s'more coffee." Most days he'd get his own, but, if she was up, he'd do this and he always thought he was funny ha ha. Mebbe he/that was, I dunno. He wasn't a piggy, he loved my mom mucho. Mom would smile, consent, fill his cup up.
Buddy o' mine, two little girls, mebbe 8 and 12, VERY active, fiesty... bordering 'not listening', not behaving. Enrolled 'em in Karate class. A few weeks later, he was in the garage, along with his snotnoses.... he asked one of 'em to bring him the hammer.. "YES SIR", and she ran, got hammer. Then, asked the other one to bring him the screwdriver, "YES SIR"... His brain thought "HUH? WOW! WHATEVER THESE DAMN CLASSES COST ME, WORTH IT!"
Conditional reflex. I walk in a big store... I gotta pee. Never fails.
I walk into joint I walk into with prolly all too much frequency... I've got Pav'ed bassackwards. I salivate, they run, fetch me my beer.
Hand touches hot surface, immediate withdrawal. SIT. HAND. YEOUCH. REMOVE.
LOUD NOISE, JUMP!
SHOUT! Part 1 and 2 by the Isley Brothers............(Salivate, kinda) GIT UP AND DANCE!
Bouncing toddler has unknown substance in mouth, seen by parent or granny, RUN... Immediately. Conditioned reflex.
Airplane trip, white knuckles, conditional reflex.
Frank Loessser. WHO? WHOTHEHELLISTHAT? He wrote, sang "Baby it's cold outside" with his wife Lynn Garland. It was kinda sorta a conditioned reflex thing where, for every "nuh uh, can't" she would eschew his advance, he had a Pavlov conditional reflex answer ("uh huh, can").... you know, like:
I really can't stayBaby, it's cold outsideI've got to go awayBaby, it's cold outsideThis evening has beenHoping that you'd drop inSo, very niceI'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
AND SO ON............ AN SO ON... and finito with:
There's bound to be talk tomorrowThink of my life-long sorrowAt least there will be plenty impliedIf you got pneumonia and diedI really can't stayGet over that hold outBaby, it's coldBaby, it's cold outside
Okay, fine, just another drinkThat took a lot of convincing
Just like my momma consenting, laughing, giving into my father's awkward "gimme more coffee" pistol move, Lynn stayed and had one more drink....... We'll never know the Paul Harvey to that story.
OK, I've written for 43 minutes. I hope ya ain't asleep. NO-DOZ.
I'd better go before someone comes across thinking I'm the studious sort here. I've a reputation to uphold. Ha. On my way home is my 2nd favorite joint for lasagna.. I just might drive by, salivate, pull in.
That's A to B.
B to C would be my favorite hole-in-the-wall, OK, The Landing. A mostly enclosed patio (two baby doors open to legally bypass local no smoking laws.).. I will salivate, then, them cute little doggies will fetch me a beer. Or two. Miller Lite, specifically.
Then, get along home little doggie.
I love you.
Thank you for your eyeballs, not dozing off.
Happy Thanksgiving. Salivate all ya want, I planta. If you salivate on your pillow, just flip it over.
Love, Victurd
(Victurd did it, in the library, with the candlestick)
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