I didn't forget

I bet you think I forgot my semi-annual rant about Daylight Saving Time. I didn't forget. I'm just too tired to find the energy to complain. I know that doesn't sound like me, but I'm really, really tired. DST always upsets my inner clock.

Last night I was falling asleep about 9:20 then I realized that it was only 8:20 in real time soI refused to go to sleep. Then I stayed up too late but I got up too early this morning because even though the clock said 6 o'clock it was only 5 o'clock and that's waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too early for sensible people to get out of bed. I'm not real happy with getting up before 8.

My motto is "If the sun ain't working, then neither am I."

Now really is that necessary?

I was shopping on the internet last week and stumbled upon a Wii game that looked interesting. Till I took a second look.

"Is that blood on his sword?", I asked myself peering at the box cover. "Is that blood?" "Is that blood?", I asked at every flip of the preview screens.

Yeah, it was blood. Blood and gore.

I read the description. The game glorified blood and gore at every turn.

I read the preview. Several of the gamers complained about the gratuitous violence without a story line or plot. One review said all he expected out of the game was blood and gore and he was still shocked by what he saw.

Maybe we need a new rating system for games - one that includes PU for What a stinker!

Woo-Hoo

Do you remember my posting back in February about all the artists who sang Cool Waters over the last 6 or 7 decades?

I missed highlighting one of my favorites. Daffy Duck with The Sons of the San Joaquin.

It cracked me up.

Are you talking to ME?

I was watching TV a little while ago and a spokeswoman asked,

"Do you misplace things?"
"Do you lose track of time?"
"Do you forget words?"

Well, of course, I do.
Doesn't everybody?

Go Fly a Kite

Woo Hoo - March is only 2 weeks away and it's already starting.

The sun is shining.

Birds are singing.

Temperatures are in the 40's and 50's.
Stock boys at Target are running around in shorts to collect carts from the parking lot.

Winter came suddenly, hard and ferocious, and it stayed and stayed. Spring came only a little less suddenly, shy and soft, and I hope it's staying a while. Some years Spring is so shy that it lets Winter come back and bully it around.

Stand strong, Spring! Hold the line against those Winter winds. It's your time to shine!