Blog Snobbery


Sandi over at Flip Flops Every Day wrote a post yesterday called Snobs in which she discussed, among other things, blog snobbery. I had not really given the notion of blog snobbery much thought until I read her post. Now I’m haunted by it. Thanks a bunch, Sandi.

“My name is Fandango and I’m a blog snob,” is what I imagine I would say when asked to introduce myself at my first meeting of Blog Snobs Anonymous (BSA). By the way, Blog Snobs Anonymous should not be confused with the other BSA (Boy Scouts of America). The BSA I’m talking about would never invite Donald Trump to address our group.

But I digress. I am a blog snob because there are certain types of blogs that I choose to not read. That’s not to say that such blogs are not perfectly fine blogs and that the bloggers whose posts are found on those blogs are not excellent bloggers. I choose not to read them simply because they’re not to my taste.

For me — and probably for most of you who are reading this post — blogging is not a full-time activity. In fact, there are relatively few hours each day that I can devote to blogging. Therefore, I have to diligently manage my limited “blog-time.”

Because time is finite, there simply isn’t enough of it to compose one or more posts a day, to read and respond to comments, and to read and comment on a bunch of other bloggers’ posts.

Hence, I must be a discriminating blogger. I have no choice but to pick and choose which posts to read and which bloggers to follow.

I know what I like and I know what I don’t like. I choose to spend my finite blog-time on what I like over what I don’t.

So yes, I am a blog snob, born more from necessity than from desire. And I bet most of you, if you think about it, are also blog snobs.

Let me know if you want details about the next meeting of Blog Snobs Anonymous.

Bohemian Rhapsody


It’s hard to find anyone who hasn’t heard the Queen song, “Bohemian Rhapsody.” It’s a true classic and a brilliant piece of music. I love that song so much that when it came to choosing a pseudonym to use for this blog, I chose “Fandango.”

Yes, there is a sexy Spanish dance called the Fandango. And there’s a smartphone app named Fandango that is used to purchase movie tickets.

But my Fandango can be found in these lyrics from the aforementioned Queen song.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.

Bohemian Rhapsody was written in 1975 by the band’s lead vocalist, the late Freddie Mercury. It had a resurgence of popularity in 1992 after it appeared in the movie Wayne’s World.

I’m bringing that song up today, more than four decades after its original release, because, due to recent political events, the verse from which I derived my pseudonym needs to be updated.

The Mooch

Anthony Scaramucci arrived on the Washington political scene barely a week ago when Donald Trump named him as his Director of Communications. Almost immediately, The Mooch has come close to dominating the news about the shitstorm that is going on at the White House.

The fallout since Scaramucci surfaced has been incredible. Trump’s Press Secretary, Sean Spicer, quit almost immediately. Yesterday, Trump’s Chief of Staff, Reince Priebus either quit or got fired, depending upon who’s doing the telling.

But there’s more. Scaramucci’s nickname for Priebus is Reince Penis. Is this guy in the third grade or something?

And to add insult to injury, The Mooch contacted a writer at The New Yorker magazine and called Priebus “a fucking paranoid schizophrenic.” He also told the writer that, unlike Steve Bannon, he, Scaramucci, is “not trying to suck his own cock.”

And so, I propose a few minor alterations to the lyrics of Bohemian Rhapsody to make it more relevant for 2017:

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramucci, Scaramucci, don’t mess with Fandango.
White House infighting,
Very, very frightening me.

Yes, Scaramucci is, indeed, very, very frightening. But so is everything about the presidency of Donald Trump.

So why would anyone be surprised by the ascension of the latest jester, The Mooch, to the court of King Donald?

Pest Control

A present from my cat.

I live in a high density urban environment and a fact of life when living in the big city is pests. Pests like mice, raccoons, and rats.

But my wife and I have enlisted an efficient and economical method of pest control. We have a dog and a cat.

Our dog is an effective deterrent when it comes to raccoons. Whenever she sees or even senses a raccoon, she’s off to the races, running the critter up a tree or over a fence. She also goes after squirrels and gophers with the same zeal. So far, though, she has yet to catch any of her prey.

Our cat, on the other hand, is a more adept hunter. On more than one occasion, he has presented us with a gift in the form of a recently deceased mouse or rat, like the poor rat in the picture above. It’s then my job to pick up the spoils of my cat’s hunt in a baggie and deposit it into the trash, while my wife rewards our cat for its offering by giving him a treat.

So forget about hiring expensive pest control companies. Pets are the best form of pest control.

This is my entry for today’s WordPress one-word prompt, “pest.”

SoCS — Idle Threat


“I’m gonna tear you limb from limb!” the snearing bully yelled at his intended victim.

“Go right ahead and try. Give it your best shot!” cackled the snake.

This very short, yet poignant (?) post is for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday from Linda G. Hill. The prompt is to write a post using the word “limb.”



Do you want to hear something cool? Two-thirds of the visitors to my blog today liked my posts. Well, these visitors clicked on the “Like” button, anyway. Perhaps some of them did so without even reading my posts.

But what’s with the one-third who visited my blog today, presumably read one or both of my posts and didn’t click “Like”?

Did they accidentally stumble upon my blog and leave without reading it? Did my post pop up in their Reader and they opened it, read the first sentence or two, and then moved on?

Or did they read a post and deliberately decide that it it was not like-worthy? If that’s the case, that sucks.

Okay, perhaps I’m being a bit melodramatic and whiny. After all, as John Lydgate said, “You can’t please all of the people all of the time.” And as Sly Stone pointed out, “Different stokes for different folks.”

Besides, I don’t blog simply to generate a bunch of likes. I blog to express myself and to creatively exercise my mind.

So from this day forward I’m going to focus solely on writing entertaining, informative, engaging, and witty posts. And if not everyone likes my posts, well, so what? It’s no big deal, right?

Bullshit! I want everyone to like every post. Tell me you don’t too!