Probably a good thing Victor.. I think your numbers are down. WHAT? It's gonna be a really good blog, the best you've ever seen... just as promised, Make Blog Great Again.
Really Victor?
No, 'Reel'y.......
Much, seemingly much has changed over the years. Take cars for example. Ain't no carburetors anymore. Some, ya don't need a key.. many, ya don't need no gas... even now have those ya don't needs no driver.
Usedta be, Andy had to pickup the talker/receiver kinda thing, summons Sarah to get, call, whomever. Now, he ain't gotta touch nuthin', just holler at Siri, Alexa, Bixby, that Google Assistant or even the Microsoft Copilot. Even Major Healey and Tony would be impressed.
TG&Y, the A&W, IBM, Hi Fi are either gone or almost departed... Grease usedta be the word... Now, it's Wi Fi, but.. ya gotta have a Login (which, back in the old days, meant, you'd eaten a big ole bowl'a chili and ya had to head for the squatter, sorry, kinda)... A User ID ( that scruffy guy on the corner that mom pointed the out, scorned, "don't talk to him") and a Password (which, we required for fellow neighborhood snotnoses to gain entry into our fort)...
Undies useta be whitey tighty only, now, any color in the rainbow, virtually any material and any size ranging from those that go all the way to the knees, to, postage stamp sized. Go figure, them even cost more.
Today, the phone is the end all be all. Oh the games people play now, every night and every day now. We don't need no stinkin' phone book, just press mom... or, Charlie... work, baker, barber, school, BFF, MIL, sis, bro, Unc, Granny, yada. Time and temp? No, yain't gotta call, they can always be displayed.
OK, I think I'm beginning to comprende', but why do you keep spelling REALLY, REEL'Y? Some people look at Reels all day. You mean like, taking your lawn chair to a pond, digging for a worm, puttin' it on the hook, pressing the Zebco REEL button, throwing your line out, stare at it all day? No. Not that.
Reels are short videos, some might say they are for simpletons with ADHD, lazy at that, who could better budget their time but don't... I personally vote, REELS are FUN. Funny. Can be educational. Movie trailers, trailer trash, folks who drive, throw trash out of their car, others grab it, throw it back in..
People who have no idea how to golf, videos that teach the correct way to golf (save your time, they don't work)... people falling down, guys, gals hitting home runs, bunting, bowling over people, pretty women in miniskirts who ride mechanical bulls, and, I'm certain, cowboys in Wranglers for the ladies.
Any, every thing one wants. I've a good buddy who tells me he passes time watching reels. I cannot, should not, ain't sposedta judge, for one, cause I ain't gots no idea what kind he watches.
Victor, you promised this would be short.
You are correct, I did. This crap (It's gonna be a really good blog, the best you've ever seen... just as promised, Make Blog Great Again.) all started because I watched a reel. It was kinda a neat story, having people that resembled, sounded like, friends of mine, I read/saw 'me' in there too...
I don't even remember the story, but, it drew me in closer and closer and closer - and of course, by the time I got to the bottom it had arrows pointing down, indicating I hadta open the first comment - and there, would be the rest of the story. I have friend that won't even get on Facebook, or, the internet itself really. They'd never order anything giving their credit card, and 'hell no' they'd say if asked for their three digit whatever you call that thing on the card after the expire date. I won't go into the comments to click the link, hear, 'the rest of the story,'
Stupid? Probably. I spill my guts, TMI here too damn much, but, I fear opening the link that I could get malware, salmonella, herpes simplex, sumpin' like that.
I try, I really do try, to Make Blog Great Again, but it's a me it's a me it's a me old Internet, standing (sitting) in the need of creative writing lesson(s)..
I'm too lazy, I think I'll just go watch reels instead.
Happy day, Reel'y......
Love, Victurd
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