Thursday, May 11, 2006

No birds today

Well, actually Carol WAS back out in the yard taking pictures, but after all the furor that yesterday’s post stirred up I thought I’d better lay low for a while with the sex.

Blogger might just shut me down if enough people complain. And as Valkyrie pointed out, there were probably a lot of teens who were disappointed after Googling “sex” and “XXX” and browsing my post yesterday.

But you see, I’m REALLY trying to distract the unwanted attention I’ve drawn to myself lately by posting about the, um... well... the “C” word.

I mean, did you notice the comment left by RobotJam? If you missed it, he said, “Duke, I'm not making this up but both our HP printers at work stopped working the day after you posted this.” (He was referring, of course, to my post of last Monday.

Then there was Christina, who alertly pointed out, “I think you're right about HP. Remember my story about the daily breakdown of equipment at my work? Every one of the devices that stopped working at a crucial moment was hooked up to a HP printer. Hmmmmmmm...”

Oh, and speaking of Christina, she called me yesterday from the side of the road in Tampa. Her minivan ran out of gas. She had called her husband Johnny to come bring her enough gas to get to a station. He packed up their baby (my grandson Trevor!) and drove (miles!) to her stalled car. Then he learned that the plastic milk jug in which he was carrying gas had a crack in it and had leaked gas on his car’s carpet.

By the time she got going again over an hour had elapsed. She drove one block, and there, just around the corner and out of sight, was a gas station. She could have walked, bought a gas can and fuel, walked back and been going again in 5 minutes.

Somehow, I’m sure, ALL THAT can also be ascribed to the resistential forces at work causing us misery and extra expense.

Ah, but there I go again! In my zeal to keep all of you informed of the conspiracy’s progress I have AGAIN drawn attention to my blog, and thus to my home, computer equipment, plumbing, appliances and vehicles.

I’ll stop now. Have you heard the Rodney Akins song, “If You’re Going Through Hell?”

If you're going through hell,
Keep on going, Don't slow down,
If you're scared, don't show it.
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there.


My point? Maybe if I quit talking about "it" now, it won’t notice that I’ve been doing so and I can come away unscathed.

We’ll see.

7 comments:

Nankin said...

John, the wiener dog post was back in March under strange memories. I like the pics from yesterday a lot.

Faith said...

I saw your earlier post, lol. Major funny!

CaliMarie said...

Somehow, I’m sure, ALL THAT can also be ascribed to the resistential forces at work causing us misery and extra expense.


So funny you said this...because I say something akin to it all the time. It's a great belief of mine. We're just not meant to be entirely happy or problem free...because, of course, we wouldn't be able to appreciate anything.

Right?

It might be right, but that doesn't make it any better for us, does it?

:)

Have a great one, luv.

Zinnia said...

There's nothing wrong with your bird page. I thought it was original and hilarious.

Hey, would you do me a favor when you have a minute? Would you post your review of FREE SPIRITS that you left on my blog at www.freyasbower.com? They have a link now to each eBook that allows readers to go back and leave the author a review. It might help my sales a li'l bit. Let me know, and I'll return the favor sometime when you need it. You've been such a gem, Duke of Earle! :-D

M.E Ellis said...

Oh yeah, if we get too complacent, too happy, too anything - THEY appear, for us in massive doses until we are so sorry for whatever emotion we previously felt that had encouraged them to our life, and then they go away again.

They have gone away from ours, hopefully forever because I refuse to worry now about anything.

Well, I'll try.

:o)

kenju said...

John, that is really too bad about the gasoline leaking out into the carpet. How will they get rid of the smell?

Valkyrie said...

Oh, gas, or petrol as we call it, leaked onto a car carpet is bad, but I should relate the saga of 'the 1 week old tub of boiled eggs onto my husbands brand new Audi's leather interior'. But it's so long and shocking I'd have to post it. ;)