Xplain Lucy.
Victor, you're old, but, some'a them may have ZERO idea whointhehell Ricky Ricardo is.
Ok then, I'll explain.
War time, 1943. Milton Drake's young daughter Barbara, came home, and sang "Cowzywheet and sowsywheet and liddlsharks edoysters... or something like that.
It was wartime. A horrible time. A wonderful time, in that, UNITED, meant just that. Gents marching off, Rosey's riviting, everyone pitched in.
Levity, nonsense was needed, very badly. Drake + two then wrote, Mairzy Doats. As in, Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey.. a kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?
They continued, "If the words sound queer, and funny to your ear, a littlle bit jumbled and jivey, Sing, "Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy. A kiddley divey too, wouldn't you?"
ET phoned home, but, Mairzy doats is a homophone, a word that sounds like another but has a different meaning, origin or spelling.
Which, brings us to Lucy, Ricky, Rorschach tests, and life.
Victor, you might include lunatics, as I think you are just that.
OK, Lucy, Ricky, Rorschach tests, life, and lunatics. I watched a little bit of a youtube Rorschach test and it was pretty interesting. Wiki says (do I needta Snopes wiki?) they actually still use Rorschach (you know, the ink blot test where folks tell a shrink what he/she says, then they 'figure 'em out. Supposedly.
Victor, nowadays, not only do you gotta check the accuracy, validity of Wiki, but, ya also might do the same with Snopes. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, thanks, you just helped make my point.
We see, hear things, differently. Bing Crosby on a USO Tour singing Mairzy Doats may be just what the doctor ordered for some, but too, there's the feller(s) that might respond, "Please leave me alone just to be able to sit here, grab a smoke from the pack'a Lucky's tucked up in my TShirt sleeve."
Diversity. HUGE. Life. Take a pack'a family members out in a Pontoon, have 'em look at the clouds... "Whadda ya see?" The answers, diversity, is amazing. Arrange a buncha folks on a site like, say, Facebook... ask 'em about the Iowa Hawkeyes, Missouri Tigers, KU Jayhawks, Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders, Eminem, Billy Graham, Howard Stern, Beyonce, Lionel Richie, sisk, boom, ba.
Damnit Victor, gimme levity, sing Mairzy Doats again. Right?
Things, things that make one person smile....happy (puppies, raindrops on roses, rainbows, all inclusive Cabo condos... might bring the Big Air brake of the train (or, the Jake Brake of a semi, thanks Terry) to others......... as in, NO, leave me alone.. cabin in the woods, a good book (or two), my 22 rifle for target practice, and no other people,
We hear athletes all the time, say, "I just figured out, I'll never figure it out." THAT, be life.
I see two dragons. (I'm thinkin' paranoia, you?) LOOK! A kitty cat! (NOT management material.) I see a bat, with blood runnin' down his mouth. (Charlie, did you lock the door? Can we outrun this basta?)
Differnt. Homophone. Lucy, Ricky, turn the channel, I'd rather watch The Honeymooners. Still lookin' for that blue jean baby queen, prettiest girl I ever seen.. see her shake on the movie screen... Jimmy Dean (James Dean.)
And where do we go from here? Which is the way that's clear?
Exactly, we're a chocolate mess... our ducks are all in a row.. TDS... Bernie's crazy.. Mairzy Doats because they taste great, LESS FILLING.
Let's go to the movie... pizza shop... Bar Mitzvah... Winslow Arizona... Tattoo Convention.. Grand Canyon.. Four dead guys in granite... The County lake is fine by me. We agree to disagree, or not, and we do it again, s'more.. no we don't.. yes we do...You're an idiot.. Takes one to call one.
OH BABY WHADDA PLAY! When will this game be over, I'm gonna miss American Idol.
I LOVE ME SOME LIFE.
And you.
Love, Victurd.
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