Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 24th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 24th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on June 24, 2014 on my old blog.

Nothing to Write About

I don’t know what to write about today. I’ve been posting daily for a while now, and something always seems to pop into my head just in time for me to write about it.

Or a WordPress Daily Prompt comes to my rescue. But today’s prompt doesn’t do anything for me.

I’m not in the mood to rant about anything today and I don’t have any inspirational ideas for a piece of flash fiction, either.

It’s not as if there’s nothing going on the world that’s blogworthy. There’s all that crap still going on in Iraq, which, according to Dick Cheney, is all Obama’s fault.

The Supreme Court, in its infinite wisdom, has decided that anti-abortion protesters at abortion clinics are civil, respectful people who just wish to inform and educate women who are seeking an abortion about their alternatives. They really are sweethearts, those anti-abortion protesters.

Oh, there’s the World Cup (yawn). And baseball’s All-Star game is coming up in mid-July (double yawn).

Strange weather patterns are all around us, with severe droughts in some parts of the country and heavy rains and flooding in others. I’m sure it has nothing to do with climate change, though.

Have you heard about poor Hillary Clinton? I mean that literally. Poor Hillary. Just ask her. She says she’s dead broke.

The Pope has excommunicated all Mafia mobsters. That will teach ‘em. No doubt they’ll change their evil ways.

The IRS lost a bunch of emails due to a computer crash. I’m going to use that line the next time I’m called in for a tax audit. They should be able to relate to “I don’t have any of my tax records because my hard drive died.”

An ex-Goldman Sachs trader who told his mother he was going to get a $13 million bonus is suing his former employer because he only got a discretionary bonus of $8.25 million. Maybe he can float a loan to poor Hillary.

And then there was the American exchange student in Germany who climbed inside a giant stone sculpture of a vagina, got stuck, and had to be pulled out of the vagina by 22 firefighters.

So please accept my sincerest apology. I don’t know what to write about today. I seem to be at a loss for words. Maybe something will come to me by tomorrow.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 17th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 17th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on June 17 2017.

SoCS — What’s Your Sign?

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The population of the United States now exceeds 321 million. There are 12 signs of the zodiac. Assuming a fairly equal distribution of citizens across those 12 signs, approximately 27 million people share the same sign as you do.

As a logical, rational, thinking person, I don’t believe that the other 27 million people whose zodiac sign I share are just like me. We don’t all share the same characteristics or natures, nor are we similarly influenced — if influenced at all — by the position of heavenly bodies.

That’s why, when people ask me, “What’s your sign?” I almost always say “A stop sign.”

My wife, however, is not nearly as pragmatic as am I. She reads her daily horoscope, which is published, appropriately, in the comics section of our local paper. And before you ask, yes, we do still get home delivery of our local newspaper every morning. Me mostly for the sports section and my wife mostly for the crossword puzzles.

Anyway, she’ll read her horoscope and say something like, “That is so me.” And I’ll say something like, “Yes, that is so you…and the 27 million or so other Americans who share your same astrological sign.” At which point she gets angry and refuses to speak to me for the rest of the day.

I have no patience with horoscopes or the people who really take them seriously. If you happen to be someone who ascribes some magical, mystical powers to astrological signs, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.

Perhaps you should check your horoscope for today. It just might advise you to be on the lookout for an encounter with a stranger who will cause you to question your sanity.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness post from Linda G. Hill is about the word “sign.”

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 10th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 10th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on June 10 2017. It seems especially relevant today with the January 6th public hearings now underway.

SoCS — Admit It, Donald

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Dear Donald J. Trump,

Admit it, Donald. You’re totally unqualified to be President of the United States. As Hillary Clinton correctly assessed, you don’t have the temperament the position requires. You have never before held an elected position and you have no idea what it takes to be successful in government. Even your ardent GOP defenders like Paul Ryan and Chris Christie admit that you are “new to this job” and don’t know what you’re doing when it comes to how our government works.

Admit it, Donald. You have surrounded yourself with inexperienced, clueless sycophants who aren’t doing you any good because they only share with you what you want to hear, not what you need to hear. And your shameless surrogates toe your line even when you undermine them by contradicting the lies they’ve told the media on your behalf.

Admit it, Donald. You are an insecure, thin-skinned, unhinged, megalomaniacal, egotistical narcissist. All you care about is yourself, your family, and your fortune. Based upon what you want to do with heath care, tax reform, and the environment, you clearly don’t give two shits about most Americans, even those you duped into voting for you. You are a con man and a fraud.

Admit it, Donald. You are a pathological liar and wouldn’t know the truth if it jumped up and bit you on your ample ass. You are a hypocrite who plays golf almost every weekend after criticizing Obama for playing golf a lot less frequently than you when he was president. You were the driving force behind the totally bogus birther movement.

Admit it, Donald. You blame everyone and anyone but yourself for your frequent missteps. You deny that Russia interfered in our election despite overwhelming evidence that they did. You are critical of many well-respected, highly-regarded world leaders while expressing admiration for Vladimir Putin and other autocratics.

Admit it, Donald. You tried to convince then-FBI Director James Comey to let the FBI investigation of Mike Flynn go, and when he wouldn’t, you fired Comey. You also asked the Director of National Intelligence Dan Coats and NSA Director Mike Rogers to try to intervene in the FBI’s investigation. You are guilty of obstruction of justice and high crimes and misdemeanors.

Admit it, Donald. You never expected to win the election. You never really wanted the job, which you since have characterized as being harder than you thought it would be. You said you miss your “old life.”

Admit it, Donald. You have diminished and devalued the presidency and it’s time for you to resign and return to your old life before you bring the whole country down in a constitutional crisis. You know that’s the right thing to do.

But then again, Donald, when was the last time you did the right thing?


This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and the topic for this week’s SoCS is “admit.”

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — June 3rd

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 3rd) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on June 3, 2017.

SoCS — Whether the Weather

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“What’s tomorrow’s weather outlook?” she asked as we were getting ready for bed.

I checked the weather app on my smartphone. “Mostly sunny with a high of 65,” I said. “Why?”

“I’m trying to decide whether we should take a day trip up the coast with the kids or whether we should just stick around the house and have a backyard cookout in the afternoon,” she responded. “What do you think?”

“I think the weather will work either way, whether you want to take that drive or hang out at home.”

“Let’s do the cookout,” she said after tossing the two option around in her head for a few minutes. Then she gave me a rather wry look and said, “Now we need to decide whether or not to invite my parents over.”

“Um, on second thought,” I said, “maybe we should take that ride up the coast with the kids.”

Well, I thought, whether she knows it or not, my wife definitely has got my number!


This post is for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt over at Linda G Hill’s blog, where we’re asked to use the words “whether” and “weather.”

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — May 27th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 27th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on May 27, 2019.

Old School

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I’m an old guy — as in senior citizen old. And I’m sometimes challenged to keep up with the latest and greatest language lingo and usage.

For example, when my daughter’s boyfriend told me that he was “down with” something I said, I became very defensive, thinking that I was being insulted. I later found out that it meant that he agreed with me or was “okay” with whatever it was that I said.

And when someone recently asked, “Do you feel me?” my response was, “Um, in this #MeToo era, do you really want me to?” I’m glad I asked first.

So these days, before I react to something I hear or read, I often look to the Urban Dictionary to help me understand what the hell people, particularly younger people — which, at my age is almost everyone — are talking about.

A few days ago, I heard someone use the phrase “off-the-hook.” The way I always understood the phrase “off-the-hook” is that it means being relieved from responsibility. For example, when Donald Trump heard that Attorney General Bill Barr’s summary of the Mueller Report found “no collusion and no obstruction” (it did not, in fact, find any such thing), Donald Trump felt like he was off the hook.

But it turns out that the person who used that expression meant it in an entirely different way. When he said it, his intended meaning for something being “off the hook” was that it was “fresh” and “new” and so in demand that the items in question are virtually flying off the hooks (or hangers or shelves) at stores.

Sure enough, when I went to the Urban Dictionary site, that was the second definition. The number one definition was “cool, happening,” as in “Bob’s party was totally off the hook!”

“Off the hook” also refers to something that exceeds a minimal standard of satisfaction or is appealing to one’s mind, as in “that song is off the hook!”

My definition for “off the hook” (to get away with something or to not be responsible for it) is what the Urban Dictionary calls the  “old school” definition.

So I’m “old school,” huh? Well, that’s okay. I don’t really mind being thought of as old school. I take it as a badge of honor. And, by the way, the Urban Dictionary defines “old school” as “anything that is from an earlier era or previous generation and is looked upon with high regard or respect.” Woo hoo!

Besides, it’s also one of my favorite Steely Dan songs. I mean that song is off the hook.