Pet Peeves, Reality TV, and Really Short Thoughts
by Barry Bauer
I’m currently reading, “Of the I Zing,” by Laura Ingraham on my Kindle. At first I thought it was a knock on some politician books such as another one she wrote, “Obama Diaries,” but it wasn’t. It’s basically a book of her pet peeves about everyday people like we all have. Some of her peeves I can relate to and others, I’ll never be in that position to know about and that’s okay with me.
The one about the guy picking his nose in a checkout line at the grocery store brings back memories of the time when I saw a guy picking his nose in a very unusual way. He not only explored the apparently deep cavity of his nostrils but he ran four different fingers up his nose in sequence. It was like a perfectly orchestrated Ballet of the fingers. The only thing missing was the music. I’m not that coordinated to do it. There must have been some gray matter clinging to the end of his fingers. When he was all done I’m sure the offending booger had been dislodged and disposed of — somewhere.
Yuk!
Maybe it’s a good thing that some people have small nostrils and big fingers. It spares us from seeing too much of, “not a good thing.”
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I’m a fan of “reality tv.” “American Idol,” you’re guessing? Nope. “Survivors,” you’re thinking? Nope, we got tired of its phoniness. America’s Funniest Videos? Half of them are staged. Dancing with the Stars,” well now you’re getting desperate. Nope. It’s “Pickers,” “Pawn Stars,” and “American Restoration.”
Now that’s real reality programming.
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I know other graduating classes will say theirs was the best but I think 1962 was the best year ever to graduate in. We used to drag main while listening to, “Sherry,” by the Four Seasons, “Duke of Earl,” by Gene Chandler, and it was just before the Beatles were about to invade America.
We either drove some of the coolest cars or we saw them downtown. Ferguson’s Plymouth Fury, Ernst’s “56” Ford painted Lincoln Green, and Dunsmore’s hot rod pickup truck (he still has it the last I knew). Cone and Baby Moon hubcaps were popular at that time and so was the J.C. Whitney’s automobile parts catalog.
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The rooster is still in the first leg of his night’s sleep when I get up in the morning. Don’t ask me why. Either I’m going nuts or I just can’t miss those infomercials that run all night long. I get up anywhere between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m. in the morning. Nobody’s is up at that time. The World is quiet and not causing me any concern. That’s why I don’t turn the news on, what I don’t know won’t hurt me.
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I know Jerry Lewis has done a lot of good things for the Muscular Dystrophy Association, but I’ve never been a big fan of his. I’ve never heard or read anything about what’s behind the breakup of the comedy duo, “Martin & Lewis,” but something tells me Lewis was at fault.
Recently he was removed as chairman of MDA and host of the telethon. I can only imagine that he went into some kind of rant in front of the board of directors over something and they saw fit to remove him. Nobody’s talking about it which seems to be an almost impossible thing to happen nowadays.
I know Lewis is not a humble person but maybe he should have gone that route a little bit and called the MD patients our kids instead of his kids. After all a lot of people gave of their time and money to the cause, he was just the mouth piece.
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Short thoughts:
If you have a craving for a “radish burp” and find out that the radishes are hot. Do what I do, salt the hell out of them!
It hasn’t gone unnoticed in this household that Andy Rooney has been “missing in action” on the 60 Minutes program. I hope he’s alright.
The presidency has been a mess since Ronald Reagan left office and he was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s Disease.
David Letterman is a Hollywood type liberal but his late night show is still number one with me. That’s why I won’t hold his politics against him.
Did you ever notice that bread has a chemical smell to it a couple of days after you open it? In case you wondered, it’s those preservatives at work
Until the next time . . .