Looking Back

The Celluloid Loves of My Life

…that’s ‘celluloid’, not ‘cellulite’ !!

I have pretty much given up on network television. I used to enjoy reruns of some of the better shows like “Mary Tyler Moore”, Cheers” or “All in the Family” but it reached the point that I had seen every episode a few times over. Television used to be good, though, and has been quite an influence in my life, back in the day when there weren’t as many commercials.

Over the past sixty-odd years, I ...

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Plop, plop, fizz, fizz…

… oh what a relief it is!

Commercials. I’m deathly allergic to them. I can’t understand why there would be such hoopla over who produced the best SuperBowl commercial.

To me, that’s like auditioning doctors to see how they give a rectal exam. Like said exam, commercials are a necessity, not something to be eagerly anticipated.

Commercials and station promos take up ten minutes out of each half hour of programming. One third. So if your cable bill is $90, of that, you ...

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Who Are the Kardashians…

…and Why Do We Care?

The only place that I don’t mind waiting is at the Discount Hair Cutting place. I can sit and read People magazine, no charge. And their magazines are current. But, I sure wouldn’t pay $.89 to read this crap. Then I checked the cover. Do you know how much a single issue of People magazine costs these days?

$3.99 (plus tax in Canada)

Four bucks to read dirty laundry about people I’ve never heard of.

Of course, I quit ...

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Haud yer wheesht, ye wee midden

I suppose we accept whatever happens to us in life and consider it normal, inasmuch as… isn’t everyone else’s life somewhat similar?

I’m starting to believe that maybe my life hasn’t been quite the same as most people.

A Scottish-born and raised, Toronto friend recently posted this on her Face Book page and uht goat me thunkin’…

Ahv nae bother whutsoevurr understawndin’ aw tha’. Uhs it no’ the King’s English?

I have really enjoyed FaceBook and getting to contact people from my past. One ...

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Too Many Women, Too Many Pills.

Before marrying me, my ex-wife, Kathy, had dated a ne’er-do-well for three years. She knew he was a ne’er-do-well and that the relationship was going nowhere.

I asked her why she stayed with him for three years. Her reply made a lot of sense. She said, “You don’t make a conscious decision to be in a situation for a specific time period. You react to each day as it happens.”

I didn’t set out with the intention of leading such a nomadic ...

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