Sunday, October 19, 2014

Dear Steve: Yes, It IS a Small World

  Don't adjust your computer  You're still at Penwasser Place.  I know.  Damn.

Okay, well I'M sitting on a toilet.
That's gotta count for something, huh?

  I follow quite a few of you (this is probably unsettling).  One of the many blogs I enjoy reading is The Chubby Chatterbox, written by the very talented Steve Hayes.  Steve, a gifted artist, is also a master storyteller.  So, he's two up on me.  But, I can juggle.  Okay, that was a lie.

  A couple weeks ago, Steve penned (because, while technically accurate, "computered" sounds stupid) one of his many engaging posts.  Titled Small World, it related a story when he and Mrs. Chatterbox traveled to Polynesia (NOTE:  Polynesia has nothing to do with parrots).

"No?  Well...eff!!"
  Among the many things they did there (for which I am jealous), he told us how he met a woman from Portland, Oregon, a half mile from where he lived.

  Even though my story doesn't have near the "cool factor" as his, I also have a small world story and I mentioned this in the comments.  The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized I should share this with you, my faithful followers and all you hackers in Eastern Europe.

  Well, that and I really have nothing else to write about.

  So...

    Some of my most favorite trips when I served in the Navy were those to Belize.

   Belize is a country in Central America formerly known as British Honduras.  I've written a post somewhere along the way which tells all about the country, but I won't go into that here.  That's not really the point of this.  Besides, my two fingers are already sore from typing and I haven't gotten to the "small world" part yet.

  Anyway, when we were off shift, we'd travel around the
Yeah.
These jaguars don't scare nobody.
countryside.  We visited the jaguar zoo (I was disappointed it had nothing to do with football), go shopping for statues made of mud and monkey skulls, and take in the "Mayan Heart Ripping" exhibitions.


  We also took a trip to the Belize National Forest which was pretty much in the middle of nowhere.  It had a nature trail, but we avoided it mostly because Belize had nature which could actually kill you (NOTE:  the zoo didn't catch all the jaguars, you know).


The Belize Blue Hole
The one off the coast.
Where rich people go.
We didn't go to this one.
  Instead, we settled for what was called the "Blue Hole," a supposedly bottomless freshwater spring.  The day was hot and we were all sweaty from lugging our mud and monkey skull statues around (the guy at the market said they were good luck.  I think he lied).  We figured the water would really refresh us, especially since we didn't know that jaguars could swim. 

  A few other people were swimming in the water when we got
The other Blue Hole.
In the Blue Hole National Park.
Where poor people go.
And thirsty jaguars.
there and we started chatting.  They were from Philadelphia (NOTE:  this is the "small world" part.  Please keep up).  One of the ladies smiled and said how beautiful the water was and how cold it was where she was swimming.


  I smiled back and said, "Not where I am."

  Well, wouldn't you know it, they all shrieked and immediately got out of the water.

  Silly Belizeans.  Didn't they know that blue dye doesn't work at a place called "The Blue Hole?"

EPILOGUE:  Come on, how many of you clicked on that link above?  You really should.  Or at least read some of Steve's other works (now, if THAT doesn't sound pretentious).  You owe it to yourself.  Plus, if you do, I'll send you that mud and monkey skull statue I still have.  Thing's starting to give me the creeps.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Caption Caption LIII

"Kerry?  Really?  You had to put me next to Herman Munster?
  At least Biden would say something stupid to make me laugh.
By the way, who do you have to blow to get a drink around here?
Anyone see Clinton?  Bill always knows this sort of thing."

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Goodbye Columbus - A...SIGH...Repost


The following is a repost from last year which was a repost from the previous year.  Which was probably a repost from the year before.  Anyway, like I've said in previous bouts of laziness, holidays (or Columbus Day which is kinda like a holiday.  Like Flag Day) are perfect excuses for reruns.  If you don't believe me, how many times have you seen A Charlie Brown Christmas?  That thing is almost as old as I am. 
Plus, I'm watching the baseball playoffs.   
  
Seriously, who needs baseball to put you to sleep when you can drink heavily?

So, without further adieu, may I present the tale of the first, but certainly not last, despoiler of the Americas. 

My hair is such a frikkin' mess-thank God this goofy hat covers it.  We didn't have the Hair Cuttery in the 15th Century, ya know.  But we had the plague and the Inquisition.
Of course, you have Ebola and Charlie Sheen, so I'd call us even.


    
     I love October.  

    The air is redolent with the sweet aroma of burning leaves, high school gridirons thunder with the sound of fiercely-waged contests, Christmas lights-incredibly-start going up, and early-morning frosts warn of the coming winter. 
   

    October also lets us celebrate the exploits of an intrepid band of explorers who set sail from Barcelona in search of a western route to the fabulous wealth of the East (yeah, going west to get east doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me, either).


"I said 'Sit the F down!"
    In other words, the tenth month gives us a chance to bemoan the rape and pillage of a pristine wilderness by evil, white, European males who wouldn’t know a bar of soap if it smacked them in the heads.


     So, in recognition of their accomplishments, mailmen get the day off and shopping malls trot out their very best Columbus Day displays of bed linen (“Just imagine how comfy the Santa Maria would have been if they only had these sheets!!”).


     As a holiday, though, Columbus Day really doesn’t rank up there with the Big Four of Hanukkah, Christmas, New Years, and Boxing Day.  It doesn’t draw in the romantics like Valentines Day, the patriots like the 4th of July, or even the corned beef and Guinness crowd like St. Patrick’s Day.
 
"Hey, I don't give a frik what the school district says.
My kids get the day off, capiche?"

NOTE From 2014 Al:  'The Sopranos' is no longer on the air.
And not just because James Gandolfini is dead.
The others may be, too.  But, who cares?

     More times than not, we hardly know it’s happened until the evening news greets us with, “Happy Columbus Day! Too bad you hadda  work! Ha, ha, ha!”


     My family for many years celebrated each holiday, no matter how innocuous. For example, on Presidents’ Day, we used to dress up as our favorite Commanders in Chief until my brother spoiled it for everyone a few years ago when, dressed as Bill Clinton, he got arrested for having his pants down in front of a nursing school.


     For some reason, though, we never did much to celebrate the day in 1492 when Ferdinand and Isabella’s favorite Genoan set foot in the New World and proclaimed, “What the frik you mean this isn’t China!?"


     In order to make it easier for everyone to properly observe one of the most significant accomplishments in world history right behind invention of “The Clapper,” might I offer the following ways to celebrate Columbus Day:


Apparently, Northern Indians were more
bad ass than the ones down south


10. Slash the tires of those obnoxious, know-it-all “Vikings were here first!” punks at the Leif Eiriksson Community Center.


9. Try to convince anyone that parrots, monkeys, and coconuts are just as valuable as jewels, gold, and silk.


8. Go to the local tribal casino, extend a heartfelt apology, drop a bundle at the craps table.


7. Put on a wrinkled raincoat, chew on a cigar, try to figure out who put the poison in Miss Van Dyver’s highball...oh, I’m sorry, that’s how to celebrateCOLUMBO Day.


6. Grab some library books, cross out all references to ‘America’ and replace them with ‘Christopopolis.’ Draw moustaches and bucked teeth on pictures of Amerigo Vespucci.


5. Bring Christianity to your neighbors at the point of a gun before selling them into slavery, claim your street for your family, pass out blankets riddled with smallpox to the homeless, and shake down passers-by, insisting they tell you where their gold is.


4. Go to a Chinese restaurant dressed as 
General Tso.
The big chicken.
Columbus, walk in, and shout, “So, HERE’s where you were all hiding!”


3. Forward a petition to the city council demanding equal time with Bastille Day.


2. With your friends, build a scaled-down replica of Columbus’s fleet, drift aimlessly on the town pond, claim YWCA summer camp for Spain.


1. Once more dressed as Columbus, visit a deforested national park (or strip mine), issue “Ooops, my bad!” statement to the press.



There now, I hope this list inspires you to do something other than complain when you can’t use the drive-up window at the bank.


     But, if it’ll make you feel better, go get yourself a cannoli.


     Chris would’ve wanted it that way.








To my good friends north of the border: Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! May your harvest tables be blessed with bountiful feasts and happily free of moose pies.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Captain Caption LII

"Okay, so I'll have to wear outrageously skimpy
costumes and be a washed-up skank.  But, being a Cher
 impersonator has just gotta be better than running Argentina."



"Did I hear someone say 'washed-up skank'?"

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Maybe the White House Intruder Was Inspired By This?





When I read about the White House Keystone Kops' response to the Undocumented Intruder who crashed the gate, this was the first thing I thought of.



Apparently, life imitates Hollywood.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Captain Caption LI

No arms.  No legs.  No penis.
A full bladder.
One angry bird.


NOTE:  I normally like to post "Captain Captions" on Thursdays.  Why?  Because that's the way I roll.  And I'm insane.  But, I apparently made a
 mistake and did not put this on "delayed post" when I wrote it.  I also
 forgot to put on pants when I went to the store to pick up the newspaper.  Anyway, since the "angry bird" is out of the [bird]house, I'll leave it.  But,
that means no "Captain Caption" this Thursday.  I know.  I'll hardly know
 what to do with myself, too.
P.S.  I have a court appearance scheduled two weeks from today because, in addition to not
 getting served at Wawa for not wearing a shirt or trousers, they also call the cops.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Captain Caption L

"Are you sure the 3-D glasses go on this way?  
I really want to see Godzilla eff up California.
Pffft!!!  Amateur frikkin' lizard!"

NOTE:  For those of you who do not know who this is, this is a picture of Jerry Brown, governor of California.  To his detractors, he's known as "Governor Moonbeam."  And that will probably tell you everything you need to know.