Kicking It Back Into Play...

Tell 'em y'all!

I'd Like To Dedicate This Song....

...to the mouse that's been running around our kitchen for the past couple of days. 

Mr. The Plague

We've put out traps but he refuses to cooperate....

Radiooooo NOoooo!

Have you seen the Radioooo.com app yet? Open Culture has a post on their site about it. I love Open Culture, they always have something interesting going on over there. 

May I respectfully suggest the addition of a Skip button?

Anyway, Radiooooo.com is an app that let's you pick a decade and a country and listen to the music that was playing at that time. 

Being the hip, cosmopolitan person that I am, I immediately zeroed in on America and one of my favorite decades (I have several to choose from) in this case it was the 70's. 

I settled back prepared to hear some Ohio Players or some EWF
aaand I got...The Carpenters. 

NOoooooooooo! 

Then I got somebody that looked like he should be in KISS -- but he wasn't (I think). 

 Nope.

Warning: they don't have a skip button! 

If The Carpenters or Not-In-KISS-Guy show up, you're stuck with them, your only salvation is your computer's mute button.

I feel like I should stick around there and upload some songs because this app obviously needs my help, but I fear my attention span will not allow it. I have everything coordinated just like I like it on Spotify, so I'll just stick with that.

Bam-Bozo-ed: Disappointment and Disillusionment At The Bozo Show

I was probably one of the few children on earth that was UPSET after going to the Bozo Show.

Let me explain, I was probably 6 years old at the time, and the BOZO I'm speaking of was the REAL Bozo -- the Bob Bell
Bozo--not that impostor who came along later.

                                The first (but certainly not the only) clown 

                                                                         I loved

Anyway, I was angry because I didn't get turned into a cartoon, because in my 6 year old mind, that would (of course) be the only
reason to make the extra effort to go all the way down to the studio to see the show. 

I mean, I loved Bozo and all (I had a crush on him, he was a very handsome clown) but I could stay at home and watch him on TV. 

Nope, the only reason to go to the studio, was to get turned into a cartoon -- and I REALLY wanted to get turned into a cartoon. Some of my dreams at that time were animated so I felt that it was time to experience the real thing.

When the show started, I was really nonchalant, I was like "hey Bozo, how you doin'?" I completely didn't care that Bozo was there and I didn't pay attention to what was going on because I was there for the good part.

 I kept looking down at my hands and wondering if I was going to be transformed in a twinkling, or a little at a time.

Then, Cartoon Time came and...nothing happened. 

I was getting a little frantic, I kept looking around and asking
my friend's big sister where the cartoon was. Every time I asked her, she would point to a tiny monitor on the floor. And I'd be thinking No NO you Idiot, WHERE'S THE CARTOON?! I asked her this about three times, when she finally figured out that I thought I was supposed to be in the cartoon, she started laughing.
Needless to say I was...disgruntled.

                                       This was me for the rest of the day

I don't remember what happened before the cartoon, I don't remember what happened after the cartoon, I just remember being
thoroughly put out. Like they had wasted my 6 year old time or something, cause I had things to do. 

I could have stayed home, watched Bozo on TV while I ate my lunch, gone outside to play, and then came back in and watched Batman. I didn't appreciate not turning into a cartoon, and I was kind of mad at Bozo for a while, but I got over it.

Actually, I went back to see Bozo a second time, when I was 9. My Mom ordered tickets for the show when my sister was born, and we had to wait 5 years before we got a chance to go. I knew what (not) to expect that time, so I enjoyed the show and I even got picked to play in one of the games. 

On the way out of the studio, Bozo told me not to step on his shoe because he kept his lunch in there...I was in love again.

DIY Toothpaste For Heathy Teeth and Gums

Mix a little baking soda, salt and ground cinnamon together. Some people like to add a little coconut oil, but I just usually use those 3 ingredients. Don't use it for tooo many days in a row or you're going to end up looking like a crackhead--I'm just saying...

French Fries, Mom and Me

Me: (getting ready to put some fries in the oven) Ma, you want some fries?

Mom: No thank you, I'm not really hungry.

*Ding* The fries are done. Mom picks up a fry as soon as I put the tray on the table -- no problem, the first fry is always a Courtesy Fry.

Mom: (grabs fry #2) *Crunch*

Me: ...

Mom: (grabs fry #3) *Crunch*

Me: ! 
        Mom, why didn't you let me make you some fries???

Mom: I didn't want that many.

Me: But you're eating my french fries tho'

Mom: Oh be quiet! You sound like a cranky old lady! *CRUNCH*

Me: Oh MY GOD!

Mom: *CRUNCH*

Yasuke: African Samurai

"Yasuke" by artist Nicola Roos

Today I learned about Yasuke, Japan's first Black Samurai. I'd never heard of him before, so I looked him up -- he served under the Japanese warlord Oba Nobunaga in 1581 and 1582. 

Looks like Yasuke is all over the internet (I guess I didn't get the memo). I'm pretty excited because I always liked Samurai movies and it looks like Lions Gate is going to make one about Yasuke. I can't wait!

Got a little problem though. When I was looking Yasuke up, I kept running into this photograph:

Who the heck is this guy?

Some sites were saying this was Yasuke, but photography wasn't invented until 1826, so that can't be him, cause Yasuke was a Samurai in 15-freaking-81 people. 

So who is it? Is this a real photograph? Or is this a still from an old film?

We wonders...yesss we wonders...

Mr. Fizzy Chips

ohhh Oh OH Ohhhhhhh...the Victory belongs to Jeevus...Hay! 

Yes childrens, Sister Quirx finally dragged her trifling butt to church yesterday, and I'm really glad I did because Jesus was there and He was dancing and everything--boy we had a ball!

I did have one small problem though, and that was Mr. Fizzy Chips (not his real name). Now, we aren't members of this church, but we like to visit every once in a while, and when we do, we usually end up sitting in the same spot--in the pew behind Mr. Fizzy Chips.


Usually, Mr. Fizzy Chips completely ignores us. We'll come in and sit down, he'll kind of look at us and scowl and that's it. 

I should say I GUESS he's looking at us because he has those funny eyes where one eye goes one way and the other eye goes the other way and it's really hard to tell where he's looking (I always thought eyes like that were kind of cute--gotta move on).

For some odd reason, Mr. Fizzy Chips decided to speak to us yesterday, I guess he decided to act right because Jesus was there.
But I couldn't understand a single thing that man was saying.

He looked (not looked) at me and this is how our conversation went:

Him:  Fizzy chips?

Me: (oh Lord here we go) Hmmm?

Him: Hoom frizang yesterday, crip walk friday.

Me: (getting a little panicky--baby I don't, I don't know what you're saying--just smile and nod, smile and nod)  Mmmmn Hmmn?

Him: Mumble mumble, incomprehensible, General Zod.

Me: (Well, is he crazy Jesus? I don't know what to do?).

He tormented me in this fashion for a couple more minutes, and then my sister showed up, and he started mumbling to her. My sister is much better in social situations than I am, so she
made it work.

Mr. Fizzy Chips also ate up my church candy...but that's another story for another day.