Wednesday, July 19, 2023

Onomatopoeia

Wow Victor, you're really smart.

To the contrary, I was thinking of things I (maybe) learned in school that are actually of little use today, onomatopoeia crossed my brain and I had to look the damn thing up because I couldn't remember.

"Is the use or creation of a word that phonetically imitates, resembles, or suggests the sound that it describes. Such a word itself is also called an onomatopoeia. Common onomatopoeias include animal noises such as oink, meow (or miaow), roar, and chirp."

Old McDonald is smart, not me.  He plows, plants, tends, harvests onomatopoeia all the time. A moo moo here. A cluck cluck there. Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink oink.

They never formally published the second verse, but .Mac had hella critters. A bark bark here, a baa baa there. He was a beekeeper too, here a buzz, there a buzz, everywhere a buzz buzz 

Mac enjoyed his moonshine, hid it behind pots and pans so Mrs Mac didn't know 

With a clang clang here, and a chug chug there, here a burp, there a burp, everywhere a burp, he really really would have to (onomato)PEE'A.

So, he'd zoom zoom the John Deere to the back forty, jump off (a groan groan here and a groan groan there), was a tad worried he might actually have to go #2, he ripped one here then he ripped one there, here a burp, there a burp, everywhere a burp burp.  False alarm, just had to (onomato)PEE'A.

Rumbled over by the fence (rumble rumble here, rumble rumble there), barely got his overalls unzipped in time, here a zip, there a zip, everywhere a zip zip (OUCH!).

He sniffed the fresh air (here a sniff, there a sniff), started to splatter, here a splat, there a splat, watch out for your boot, splat splat. Old McDonald held it with his arm, E I E I gotta go!

With a spray spray here, a windy gust there, here a patter there a patter, it stopped, what's the matta E I E Incontinence.

He hiccuped here, wind blew the spray, splatter in his face, a cough cough here, he flinched backward, banged his head on the tractor exhaust pipe, a bang bang here, a bang bang there, another hiccup here, hiccup there, accidentally honked the horn. a honk honk here, a honk honk there...

At least it flowed, here a flow there a flow, more wind, everywhere a flow flow E I E I gotta go.

His spray wasa gettin too close to the fence, bird tried to warn him, with a chirp chirp here and a chirp chirp there. . The snake too, herea hiss, there a hiss, watch your aim, miss the fence, miss miss.

Too late. The very next fizz fizz, here a fizz, there a whizz, wind blowingm, everywhere a whizz whizz, E I E I OUCH, he zapped the electric fence, here a zap, there a zap...

With a moan moan here, a groan groan there, here a shriek there a shriek...he tumbled backwards, here a tumble there a tumble.

A last few snorts, here a snort there a snort, a bit fainter snort snort. Barn door still open, body now stiff, here a stiff, there a stiff, up and down his body now stiff stiff.

Old McDonald died right there with it still in his arm. With a croak croak here, rigomortius there, here a rig, there a rig, just beneath his green rig.   Old McDonald bought the farm, E I E I Oh no!

Mrs McDonald was shocked (different kinda shock than Mr), with a shock shock here and a shock shock there. 

She buried him right there, the John Deere too. With a dig dig here and a dig dig there.

New York is where she'd rather stay, she gets allergic smelling hay. With an achoo here and an achoo there.

Mrs McDonald sold the farm...E I E...ran off with his IRA... With a cha ching here and a cha ching there..made cents to her, a cha ching everywhere. ...

Dah-ling I loved ya but I'm on Park Avenue now ..

By Fred and Arnold Ziffel

Love, Victurd (and yes Nurse Watched, I'm crazy!)

Tuesday, July 18, 2023

Ruby Tuesday...

1966. Were you around? Yeah, me too. Of course Keith Richards was. He wrote it too, about girlfriend Linda Keith. Just think, had they married, he took her name insteada vice versa he'd be Keith Keith.

Never married, because, on Ruby Wednesday she painted up her lips, rolled and curled her tinted hair. Keith knew she was going "cause I just heard the slamming if the door, which, is the way I know I've heard it slam 100 times before." Goodbye Ruby Tuesday.

I like Tuesdays cause normally I ain't got squat planned... Well, after enough coffee I'll squat, but(t), that's usually all on agenda.

Taco Tuesday. I have a friend who loves tacos sooooooo much she convinced her creative Dentist to make a permanent picture of one on the crown of a tooth.



Taco Bell, obviously, loves tacos too. But, Taco John's owns the trademark to the popular term 'Taco Tuesday', sooooo, Taco Bell is petitioning Uncle Sam to cancel the trademark.

According to International standard, 
Monday is the first day of the week, thus, Tuesday is the 2nd.  In the US, however, Sunday is the first, thus, Tuesday 3rd.  In Muslim countries, Saturday is the first day of the week, thus, Tuesday is the 4th. I usually get to my pillbox to take Tuesday"s pills on Wednesday, sometimes Thursday. Don't it make your brown eyes blue?

They get Fat in NOLA on Tuesday, have parade, show boobies, get beads, the last day of rich, fatty foods (gumbo tacos?) before Lenten sacrifices and fasting of the Lenten season.

Some say Tuesday is THE most productive day of the work week as it's a day after zombie-like cubicle people return on Monday, and far enough away from TGIF so they aint on Facebook, or, looking up a VRBO in Barbados.

The Greeks consider Tuesdays to be unlucky, particularly if it's a Tuesday the 13th (Spanish speaking countries too.)  Contrarily, Tuesday is considered lucky in Judaism as somewhere in the Book of Genesis it is said (twice) Tuesday is good.

Uranus was discovered on Tuesday, March 13, 1781 and it was just the beginning of political, national discourse. Now there are assholes everywhere.

Are you asleep yet?  More naps are taken by retirees on Tuesday, thus, often, more "Oh baby oh baby oh baby" happens too.  Japanese Beetles invade on Tuesdays. John Deere tractors break down more in Tuesdays and ice cream cones are traditionally taller at Dairy Queen on Tuesdays. Most folks are more gullible on Tuesday because I made all this crap up in this paragraph.

I mean, we have elections in the US on Tuesdays (pronounced 'erections' in some lore) and Congress, long ago when they did something, decided it would allow rural folks to attend church on Sunday, travel by buggy on Monday, vote on Tuesday, return home on Wednesday. (Because I started sentence with "I mean" it's twue, it's reawwy twue.' Don't never believe nuttin here if it ain't prefaced with "I mean."

"You can write the best column in the world on Monday and it does you 
absolutely no good on Tuesday. There is no way to win. You just write until you are tired, they fire you, or you die.". Lewis Grizzard

Simon say, Happy Tuesday.

No, that ain't it 

I mean, Happy Tuesday.

I mean, love, Victurd

Monday, July 17, 2023

Crickets...

Working on third cup of coffee.. Wordle in the rear view mirror (5, damnit)... Hopes of an idea for a blog to pop in my head, fruitless, ie, crickets. (Good Victor, your last blog really sucked... I think like five people read it. Oh, and I've seen you golf. Ahm, my thoughts you should maybe trade your keyboard AND your golf clubs and like, maybe give bowling a try?)

Ahm, ok.

Again..... Crickets...

That's it!  I'll write about crickets!

Ya ever get bored and turn to Wiki to read/learn more about something? Uh huh, me too.

The males crickets are the only ones that chirp. WHAT? I would write "I would have guessed that to be the other way around because..well, you know" but I won't because that may run off the lone remaining female blog reader here.  Oops.

Yes, they chirp to attract females for...well, you know. Crickets are mainly nocturnal, right?  I mean like, when's the last time you took a first date to breakfast? Or church?

Wiki say "The calling song attracts females and repels other males, and is fairly loud. The courting song is used when a female cricket is near and encourages her to mate with the caller. A triumphal song is produced for a brief period after a successful mating and may reinforce the mating bond to encourage the female to lay some eggs rather than find another male.". Ahm, ok.  I wonder if the triumphal song sounds anything like Tarzan?

Crickets and temperature. VICTOR! You were on the right path (mating) and NOW you wanna switch to temperature? Aren't you aware most blog readers are closet perverts?  Oops, sorry.

Real quick on temperature then we'll get back to the good stuff. Wiki says, so it must be true, if you count the number of chirps a cricket makes in 14 seconds, then, add 40 to that and you will correctly compute the Fahrenheit temperature.  Right you are, mating more exciting.

Females are generally attracted to males by their calls... You know, maybe something cheesy like "If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put 'U' and 'I' together," or,  "Are you a parking ticket because you've got FINE written allover you."

Then, 'nature' happens. Starts with the antennas touching. Then, the female mounts the male (VICTOR!...ahm, ok, but just a bit more.) This 'merger' may last up to an hour. Good Gosh Gerty! Lucky crickets!

"A triumphal song is produced for a brief period after a successful mating", there goes Tarzan on that vine again, but gosh, AN HOUR? Can you blame him?

"The female may mate on several occasions with different males." I knew it was too good to be true...well, at least for Jiminy. Grass clipping must be greener on the other side.

OK, enough about cricket sex, tell us other boring stuff.

OK. In Brazil, a cricket is perceived to announce death, thus, they scour the room to find, smash the chirper.  In Barbados, a loud cricket means money is coming, thus, he must not be killed but rather given a seat in the easy chair, handed a Miller Lite with the TV turned to The NFL Network. Gee, did you know anyone can add stuff in Wiki? Twue...reawy reawy twue.

China, considered good luck. Kept as pets in a hollowed out gourd.  In Southern Asia they're deep fried and eaten as snacks.... Crickets <- my thoughts on that one.

In Thailand, there are 20,000 farmers rearing crickets for 'cricket flour' which is used in pet food, livestock feed, and...drum roll .. protein bars. Eww.

Of course Buddy Holly"s band was known as 'The Crickets', and in the 1990's his hometown honored Holly by naming their baseball team the Lubbock Crickets.

I be po', my cell contract is with el cheapo provider Cricket.  Cricket, the bat and ball game, is exceedingly popular in The British Empire, played by two teams with wickets and I gots zilch desire to ever watch a game.

Other than that ....  Crickets.

One hour?  Really?

Jiminy Crickets! Good gosh Gerty!,

Love, Victurd

Friday, July 14, 2023

Tired

I am that. Rings a bell. That bell is annoying. Tired of it.

Thank goodness for WebMD. He/she/they say "Feeling tired is a common experience. It can be caused by disrupted sleep habits, a change in a routine, the appearance of stressors in your life. No matter the reason, tiredness can push us to our limits emotionally and mentally. In some cases, extreme tiredness sets in. This is called exhaustion."

No no no to the hella no, it's called OLD AGE!  May be caused by disrupted sleep? All I do when I'm tired is sleep, no makes sense.  And, "the appearance of stressors in your life"?  I hoard them sonofaguns.

All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom and a poom-poom, just shake ya rump, all I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom.

No. That ain't it  I'm too old to zoom, I have no idea what poom is and I've gained weight, my rump shakes even when I just get up to go pee.

"I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.". Fannie Lou Homer

Kids are like a portable razor or a cordless drill. They all zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom, skip right over tired, then zonk.

"I kept a diary right after I was born. Day 1: tired from the move. Day 2: everyone thinks I'm an idiot " Steven Wright.

Politics, Vinson Mortgage, $29.99, my living room decor: tired.

Paid arm and mosta leg to get my old Caddy retired. 20,000 miles ago, time to retire.

Just figured out why they call it retire. We've got so many miles on us, we need to retire.

Geritol, do they still sell it? 5 hour energy drinks, ha, that's like buying a 25 year light bulb, who the hell is gonna last that long?

I know, I'll invent a 1 hour energy drink for us old farts, I'll be rich!

Victor?  Yes? They already have a 1 hour pill for you men.  Oh yeah, sorry. Forgot about Mr. ED.

"Ten men waiting at my door? Send one of them home, I'm tired.". Mae West

I suppose, like liver spots, skin that resembles a curvy road map, stray nose and ear hair, finishing in 2nd place when racing to pee - we might as well accept tired too.

How could the Beatles be "I'm so tired" in 1968?  Basketball coach Roy Williams used to tell his players "You're too young to be tired."

I'm tired, I better go.

All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom, and a poom poom, just shake ya rump, all I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom.

But I can't.

Just once...just once. I'd like to get Wordle in One. 752 consecutive tries using the starter word tired. Nope, nada once.

I'm so tired, Uncle Albert.

Night, love, Victurd


Wednesday, July 12, 2023

Tomorrow....

We know, ya little redheaded pipsqueak (but said with love) that the sun will come out, tomorrow.

We, the old darts retirees of today, while we may not exactly know what today is, relate, tomorrow is one of our favorite days.

I'll do that... Tomorrow.

Put it off.  Avoidance behavior. (A recent 'flame' suggested I demonstrate avoidance behavior. HA!  I've been dodging her ever since.)

Right now... Today... .hang on.... Wednesday, July 12 (thank you pillbox, oh sh*t, WHY are Tuesday's pills still in there?)...today, 7/12/2023 I needta:

Do laundry.  Get a haircut (Quoting RL Burnside.."It's bad you know"). But. But, here I sit, broken hearted.

No, that ain't it. So here I sit, blogging instead 
.
The voices in my brain holler "VICTOR!!!!, Get off you're derierre!" But(t). But(t), I didn't hear them (iggy'ed) as I was busy looking up if the butt thing was spelled deRRiere or, derieRRe.  Friggin' autocorrect... I'll go back and fix it.  Tomorrow.

I love me some tomorrow, bet your bottom (derierre?) dollar... So ya gotta hang on til' tomorrow, come what may...er, July...13.

Beloved father, and I mean that, once said (after I started to paint a room for pay, mow the yard, bail water out our damn boat, and so and so would call, swing by, "YEAH! I'll go!" and I was off... The room, the yard, the boat. Where was I? Oh yeah, dad said I was a follower. But Dad?!! I'll do it tomorrow, I promise! (Unless someone else once again calls, wants to roll.)

 Don't you dare call me Eeore, Joey, Al Bundy, Fred Sanford,  Homer, Jake Harper, Wimpy (I'll gladly pay you...) I'll do it! TOMORROW, a promise, it's twue, it's reawwy reawwy twue!

Do you do that? You don't have to answer now.

I take great pride in convincing myself it's ok to put off (avoid) until tomorrow. Then ya know what?

Ya awaken (tomorrow)...same song and snotnose dance "The sun'll come out TOMORROW... So ya gotta hang on til tomorrow, come what may. Thus tomorrow then becomes today, and B I N G O, there's another blessed tomorrow staring in one's face!

Laundry loaded up. Clothes hangers, cleverly if I do say so myself, tied up neatly, same direction, yada, in Piggly Wiggly bags. I'm off!

Oh.... Hold on a sec...

Crap 

I'm outta laundry detergent. I'll get it...

Tomorrow

And ya know what?  Annie (the redheaded pipsqueak) indicates the sun will still come see us... tomorrow..

Dawn' be a stranger, more later.....

Tomorrow

Love, Victurd

Saturday, July 8, 2023

Wrong one...

Happens.

Dusk-thirty, old person (telling for a friend) driving. 152 hwy, lights not so bright, white lines last seen ten years or so ago. Left turn onto 4 lane street (2 in each direction, median in between). Turned too early. Uh oh, wrong one. Why are ALL these cars going wrong way, "Oh sh*t" old guy 'friend' said. He told me, true story.

Some marrieds stay in spite if thoughts of 'wrong one' backa the mind.

Some divorcees blame singleness on wrong one.  Some, run across one, then say "Oh baby" but no can do, perhaps because they are with wrong one.

Listening to beloved Royal's announcer Denny Mathews one night. Some guy made a really, really bonehead play/decision. Denny's take, "There  are two places you don't do that....home. and away." IE, both, wrong one.

Goldilocks, we know all about. Two, wrong one chairs, two, wrong one bowls of porridge and finally two, wrong one beds. It is said, original script had bears come home, eat her. Walt said "no, wrong one" (script), the rest is history.

Gallant's brother Goofus.. Eddie Haskell.. Otis on Andy Griffith show, Bart of Simpson fame, Frank Gallagher, 'beloved' father on Shameless, ALL, wrong one: idea, game plan, behavior, yada, wrong one.

To Tell The Truth, oops, wrong one. Wordle, damnit, wrong one. Accepted FB friend request, learn, opposite political opine, wrong one.

Henpecked, wrong one, always. Abuser, ya picked wrong one, exit, stage left (or right, neither wrong).

Our National Anthem should be something like Mary Had A Little Lamb, easy to sing. Star Spangled Banner, vely difficult, many cannot stay in the correct key throughout, wrong one, much to chagrin, empathy of millions.

Outta bed, wrong one (side). 

Life really is like a box of chocolates. If you have a box, individually turn a piece over. Stick thumb in. Right one? Chow down. Wrong one? Flip it over, on to the next, they'll never know 

BTW, happy National Chocolate Day.

Huh? That was yesterday? (Today wrong one). Back to Keto for you. Do not eat sugar, bread, yada, if you cheat, go straight to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

If you are still awake, fantastic.

If you are now sawing logs, blogger pick wrong one (idea), apologies.

Love, Victurd

And the beat goes on...

(All knowing, ie, Google, indicates 'beat' in this song is life, and that life, just like a rhythm, keeps moving along with all its challenges and does not necessarily stop for anyone.)

The beat goes on, the beat goes on

Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
Macarena was once the rage, uh huhHistory has turned the page, uh huhThe miniskirt's (once again) the current thing, uh huhGen Z's are our newborn kings, uh huh
And the beat goes on, the beat goes onDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
The grocery store's now inside WalMart, uh huhLittle girls still break their hearts, uh huhAnd men still keep on marching off to hit golf ballsElectronic umps, they now make all the calls
And the beat goes on, the beat goes onDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
Grandmas sit in chairs and do WordleBoys keep chasing girls to see their girdleThe cars now drive themselves aww shucksBums now cry "Hey buddy, have you got five bucks?"
And the beat goes on, the beat goes onDrums keep pounding a rhythm to the brainLa de da de de, la de da de da
And the beat goes on (Yes, the beat goes on)And the beat goes on (And the beat goes on, on, on, on, on...)The beat goes onAnd the beat goes on

(Life, like a river, keeps on moving along. Electricity, credit given to Ben Franklin, works, but too if yaint gotta generator you're left in the dark occasionally.

Speakin' o Ben, he helped pen The Declaration of Independence, was a Governor, Ambassador, headed up the Stamp Department, eventually saying 'screw politics' and opened up a chain of Dime Stores........ La de da de de, la de da de da

Cher married Sonny who'd kept the mophead look of Moe beating on. That lasted 11 years then she la de da de'd to Greg, 4 years.  Now single, her golden voice beats on. She looks quite the same, thanks to dyeing her locks and tons and tons of Botox, La de da de de, la de da de da. 

The mophead look lives on with Gen Z today, trend being hair in front so long ya can't see their eyes, presumed they can't see out neither, but....but, we hand 'em the car keys (and the phone), tell 'em, "Try to see the USA, take the Chevrolet and get us some milk and bread." La de da de de, look out ahead.

Spin, life (the beat) goes on. Put another nickel in, in the nickelodeon, "has anyone seen the damn adapter so I can play this 45?", You put the lime in the coconut, then put your pencil in the cassette hole to wind it all up. HELP!,  my 8 tracks snapped and I can't splice it back... La de da de de, la de da de da.

This blog simply cannot go on any longer. Thank goodness cause I'm old and I'm tired.

Life is..... Then it ain't.

Good Lord willing, our beat goes on. Might as well smile, beats the heck outta pee pee in the Cornflakes. La de da de de, la de da de da.

Love, Victurd

But who's counting........

Victor, you can't start a sentence with "But..." But watch me. If blogs bore you, turn left here.  If numbers bore you, same. ...