I threw this one out on twitter the other day, but only a few of you follow me there so I'll offer it here as well. Why is it the only time you hear the word tidings is during the holidays and in reference to the song. Can you have tiding of something besides joy? I think I'm going to wait until March or April and when something makes me mad I'm going to say I offer you tiding of pain and discomfort. Or the next time Whataburger screws up my meat and cheese only burger I might ask the doofus behind the counter, "Have you been snacking on tidings of stupidity again?"
The other day while listening to Shooter Jenning Electric Rodeo program on my Sirius satellite radio I learned that with the cancellation of TRL on MTV that the network no longer has a single program that shows music videos. So the television channel that made videos fashinable and went on the air to the song Video Killed the Radio Star no longer shows music videos. Who wants to help me write a song called Bad Reality Shows Killed The Video Star. And just for the record The Real World never has seems all that real to me.
If you haven't seen the blog called Vanity Plates : Creepiness in 8 Characters or less you should check it out. The photos of people vanity plates along with the commentary is quite hilarious.
And speaking of good blogs, please check out Sanding the Rails. The author and her husband are personal friends of mine. Her son was on my flag football team and Rebecca does a great job of turning the everyday events of parenthood and life into entertaining reading. She's fairly new at blogging so drop by and give her some encouragement.
And of course this is Tuesday, so drop by the Women of Mystery blog and participate in Two Line Tuesdays. I haven't had time to do much reading this week, but here is two line from the Feedstore Chronicle memoirs I have just begun working on. But let me warn you the Feedstore Chronicles are not for the faint of heart, or the easily offended so bail now if you fit either category.
I'm cheating and including more than two sentences but this selection ought to produce some interesting Google searches. Not to mention generate some strange ads.
There I was, a teenage boy, trapped in a tiny room forced to be the audience, as an attractive, and secure middle-aged woman jacked off a very well-endowed English Bulldog named Brutus. Most would describe that as interesting. Not me. I called it mortifying. Puberty had hit me like a two-ton rock, so I had both an active, fantasy-filled imagination and a strong libido. But none of daydreams about girls had ever starred the canine equivalent of Ron Jeremy.
And since I shared some of my past embarrassment how about you do the same and tell me a tale of one of your embarrassing adventures.