Wordless Wednesday

May I Be Frank?

It was cloudy on the Fourth in Mendocino. Thankfully, this did little to deter bike riding frankfurters.

Bad - Michael Jackson

Somebody's Secret

Agreed. Once I came to this very conclusion, life became magically simpler. And even happier. Also, the accompanying illustration makes me chuckle!

The Healing Game - Van Morrison

He Would Not Encumber Me

Charles Surrendorf

Friendships seem to evolve or deteriorate by this time in one's lifespan. When they've lasted almost thirty years, they are bound to hit a bump along the road once in a while. The fact remains, this is no time to be casting off any true compadres. He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

Something Completely Different

...and about as far from Zappa's songs as you can get. Below is today's friendly song worm. (Curse you, Safeway!) A totally cornball tune that takes me right back to being a kid. It came out the year my mom took us back to the city, after five years in Wisconsin. It reminds me of 7th grade dances, and a boy named Bruce Buxton. We weren't cool kids, but we did own Nehru jackets, and that was our connection. I don't think we ever danced to this particular song, but I will never forget what we did slow dance to. That would be "He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother." One of the most awkward, painfully long slow dances in all my life. (Not that I have spent that much time slow dancing.) Besides, does anyone recall the way in which youngsters back then slow danced? You hugged real tight and swayed back and forth in one spot. Or at least that's the way I remember it. Which seemed pretty damned erotic at the time, but pales in comparison to some of today's dances.

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Saturday Spillage

I like this. Lots going on in it, visually. Click it for large view. That is my one-and-only son at his sister's place in December. It's a fun apartment. With fun people living inside.

Posting is sparse here. Like so many bloggity blogs out there lately. Who knows why. Futility? I'll still do it when I can because it is an outlet. For what I do not know, but it gets spilled here and other places.Narcissism? I removed the 'Followers" widget. It was acting all buggy and goofy and seems redundant when one already has a blog roll. No offense to anyone intended.

Communication Breakdown - Lez Zeppelin

Foxy Baby

Jimi Hendrix

Foxy Lady - Jimi Hendrix

Fun With Blasphemy

Church of the F.S.M

By way of Boing Boing

You KNOW It's Rigged !

In Your Face

She wanted AT the camera.

Paesano

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Now For Something Completely Different...

Sometimes I have to step away from the continued downward spiral of humanity, and focus on the things that keep me from losing it. Like kids. Large and small. Older daughter and I paid a visit to this little guy's house the other night. She used to babysit, when he was just a little teeny little super guy. (That's an old clip, from Sesame Street. Yes, Sesame Street.) Sometimes one just needs to seek out the silly, when it all just... hurts.