’25 A To Z Challenge – W

I’ve already published a post about The Whichness Of The Why, and the only word(s) left on my prompt list for W is

WHIMSY/WHIMSICAL

capricious humor or disposition; extravagant, fanciful, or excessively playful expression
an odd or fanciful notion.
anything odd or fanciful; a product of playful or capricious fancy.

I’ve also had two posts about JUXTAPOSITION, and I worried about justifying the concept of Whimsy/Being Whimsical against my carefully crafted and presented Grumpy Old Dude persona. I know that I publish a significant amount of Friday fibs, one-liners and jokes, but I take comedy seriously, regarding it as psycho-social commentary.  Also, I present it at carefully scheduled times.  It can hardly be called capricious.  I guess I’ll just have to settle for odd or fanciful.

’25 A To Z Challenge – T

Laziness….
Distraction…. Blah Blah
Procrastination…. Blah Blah Blah
Lack of dedication and co-ordination…. Blah Blah Blah Blah
YouTube Videos…. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Final – desperate – commitment to a promised schedule

Why does the U.S. have so many mass shootings – particularly at schools?
If you put too many rats in a cage, they will start fighting and biting.
There are shootings and gang warfare in slums because the overcrowding does not give the young, (predominantly) males any feeling of worth and individuality.

A hundred years ago, politics was a gentleman’s game.  One referred to members of the other party as, ‘My esteemed colleague,’ or ‘My respected opponent.’  It was almost impossible to tell a left-leaning Liberal

TWEEDLDEE

from a right-leaning Conservative

TWEEDLEDUM

Nowadays, with division, fighting, and polarization, they can easily be told apart.  Tweedledees carry Colt pistols, and Tweedledums carry Glocks – Into the Legislative chambers – and refer to anybody who isn’t ‘them,’ as an adversary, or enemy.

C’mon guys!!  For the good of our countries, you gotta go along, to get along.  The Time Machine’s Eloi and Morlocks are starting to look distressingly prescient.  😮

Fibbing Friday #296

Pensitivity101’s questions last week were originally posted by Frank aka PCGuyIV in 2019 when he and she alternated as hosts.
His post is no longer available, but the questions are great so she recycled them. Thanks Frank.

1. Why was January chosen to be the first month of the year?

January was chosen because after the blinding hangover fades, it has to go uphill from here.

2. Why does the Chinese New Year not start until February?

The Shen Yun tour schedule isn’t complete until then.

3. What’s the point of eating black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day?

A lot of people imbibe a little ‘hair of the dog’ to take the edge off.  Eating something that looks like the dog threw up, reminds you why it’s necessary.

4. Why do we make New Year’s resolutions?

Because we are so gullible that we can fool ourselves into believing that we’ll actually change our bad habits.  Believing this is one of our bad habits.  Change is inevitable – just not from the break room vending machine.

5. What will Santa Claus be doing now that Christmas is over?

3 to 5!  😮  How do you think he got that ‘naughty’ list??  “He sees you when you’re sleeping.”

6. According to tradition, in the Twelve Days of Christmas, the 1st day is Christmas, itself. So what is the 12th day known as?

Rehab relapse

7. Why are so many of the gifts listed in the song, The 12 Days of Christmas, birds?

Because the redneck relatives keep arriving late, as they get bailed out of jail, and not one of them thinks to bring so much as some Cole slaw, or a butter bean casserole.

8. What earthly event marks when an angel gets its wings?

Distracted driving with a cell phone

9. What happens on the Winter Solstice?

The Election Monitor General sees his shadow, and we get four more years of Trump.

10. How did the tradition of the Yule log originate?

From a Charmin Ultra-Strong tissue TV advert

Fibbing Friday #285

Mixed bag from Pensitivity101 last week with familiar words that need fibbing definitions.

1. What is a winklepicker?

A Jewish cucumber-harvester for kosher gherkins.  Oy!! My back!

2.  What is a pipsqueak?

An English house-mouse.  Pip, Pip, Cheerio, and all that, old chip chap.

3.  What is a beatnik?

That’s the Nik-At-Nite spin-off, aimed at very tired senior citizens.

4.  What is a sequin?

That’s the bonsai version of a sequoia

5.  What is spiel?

A bunch of Scotsmen, sliding rocks across the frozen Loch Ness

6.  What is asphalt?

That’s when no one is willing to take the blame…  It’s Ash’s fault.

7.  What is a hologram?

That’s when you pay a street dealer for Maui Zowie, but wind up smoking oregano, when you get home.

8.  What is a dickie seat?

Isn’t that one of those bicycle style ice cream sellers?

9.  What is sinew?

What those Christian folks try and call you when you’ve done something they don’t approve of.

10. What is a collage?

It’s a post-secondary institute of supposedly higher learning, attended by some of the rich, but none-too-bright, social scions.  Daddy’s money buys guaranteed enrollment, a diploma-mill diploma, and enough social, financial, and political connections to give the appearance of a real job/career.  See George W. Bush, and Donald Trump.

Blowing his brains out

’25 A To Z Challenge – L

The Prince of Procrastination – the Potentate of Put-It-Off – the Poohbah of postponement, has struck again.

You must have noticed a distinct lack of blog-publishing on Monday.  Since I didn’t have anything for today, I couldn’t just switch, so this is a rather obvious, two days late.

Back in the Turn On – Tune In – Drop Out, peace, love, and rock and roll days of the Hippies, the word

LACKADAISICAL

would simply have meant a shortage of flower-power.  More recently, it seems to be the measure of my composing and posting.

without interest, vigor, or determination; listless; halfhearted, lazy; indolent, idle, sluggish, slothful, casual, careless

So many meanings for a word that means, essentially doing nothing – or very little – or doing it poorly.  13 letters!!?  A word that long could be a Bridge Over Troubled Waters.  This post is a bridge to Fibbing Friday.  CU there.

The Tomb Of The Unknown Letter

The turn of the calendar is upon us.  At least it is upon me.  Four years – five extra days – almost an extra week – I have come to the end of the alphabet for the A to Z Challenge, but I have not come to the end of the year.  The last time this happened, I did a post about the Interrobang.  I did a post about the Greek omicron/omega.  The best I have to offer is

Kузнецов

My name – Kuznetsov, in Cyrillic script.  (My father’s name was Cyril.)  The Russians have an aircraft carrier named Admiral Kuznetsov.  It is trapped in the Baltic Sea.  They do not dare sail it out of sight of land, especially with the current contretemps with The Ukraine, lest it change its designation, and become a submarine.

There is a small town named Smithville, about 60 miles toward Niagara Falls.  In eastern Russia, there is a small city named Kuznetsk – the equivalent to Smithville.

In two weeks we will return to our regularly scheduled letters.  Do I hear a da, boychik??

No-One Lives Forever

The wife is normally so oblivious to social, political, and historical occurrences that, if Gabriel were to blow the last trumpet, if one of her friends didn’t post it on Facebook, she’d miss the free ride.

Somehow, she happened to read on Tic-Tac, that there was a big, pro-Trump outdoor rally in Pittsburgh.  A group of anti-Trump protesters entered the public square.  Words were exchanged – and insults, and fisticuffs, and blunt objects, and sharp objects, and gunfire.  Eventually, the referee Police riot squad got them back to their respective corners.

Now she fears politics, outdoor rallies, discussion, division, debates, dissension, riots, police actions, injury, death, and accidental, wrongful imprisonment.  She is afraid and unwilling to visit any country where the name Donald Trump has been uttered.

I can only hope that her concerns are somewhat allayed, and she changes her mind by the time I’d like to visit Commenter-Supreme, John Erickson, in his Amish Paradise, in early October.  I don’t feel that you can just hide in a hole, and pull it in on top of you.  Nobody lives forever – and that ain’t living.

Shortly before our already scheduled and booked visit to the United States years ago, a couple of weeks after 9/11, there was a bomb scare at the church we attended, and an explosion at a recycling plant on the property adjacent to the son’s factory.  Wish me/us good luck, and bon voyage – or Gemütlichkeit, if you want to sprain your tongue.

Cold Turkey

The blogpost that you are currently not reading, is brought to you by the words

LASSITUDE, INDOLENCE, AND PROCRASTINATION

As well as the number

TWILLINGATE

I found that I couldn’t just ‘STOP’ posting on Wednesdays.  I always want to have something to say – even when I’ve got nothing to say.  Next Wed. will probably be blank, although I’ve got a post ready to publish on the 26th.

There will be a Fibbing Friday post.  I didn’t have to, but I farmed out a large portion of it.  Maybe that will give me enough time to select and compose something for the letter X for next Monday.

Second Millennium

THIS IS MY 2000TH POST

Big deal, I know a couple of bloggers who have reached 10,000.  I console myself by claiming that they are the WordPress equivalent of Post It notes, 50/75 word posts about themes and memes and blog prompts.  I like to think that mine have a little more body and content.

I recently passed my 13th WordPress anniversary – almost thirteen years of dutiful, self-imposed, three-per-week, Monday/Wednesday/ Friday blogposts.  Like many other long-term bloggers, I seem to have just run out of things to write about.  Even when I do come up with a new blog theme, I don’t seem to have the strength, the stamina, the concentration, the creativity, or the dedication to get it composed and posted on time.  That’s why so many “Monday” A To Z Challenges slid to Wednesday – I needed two extra days to get them finished.

It may be partly because of my continued aging – it may be partly the result of major surgery – it may be partly because of ingesting multitudinous medications (The pharmacy sent me a HAPPY BIRTHDAY Card.), but as Uncle Albert says,I’m So Easy Called Away.”

I may have to do what several other long-term bloggers have done.  I may have to reduce – but not eliminate, for now – the number of my posts.  What the CBers used to call Sani-Bagging – reading other people’s posts and picking up their garbage, without spreading any much of my own.

So far, I seem to be able to keep up with Fibbing Fridays.  Sometimes a little late, but I publish A To Z Challenges.  After over ten years of providing jokes and humor, I’m having problems finding more that suits three-digit IQs.  Adult humor doesn’t need to have sex in it.  My output may diminish somewhat, but please keep stopping by.

’24 A To Z Challenge – P

A minor little thing like a heart operation caused me to lose my A to Z challenge sequence, and miss the posts for the letters N and O.  Am I going to go back and fill them in??

N  O

Am I going to forge ahead with a post for the letter P??

POSSIBLY

So many interesting P words – so few functioning brain cells.

Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl in the bathroom??
Because the P is silent.

The same as ptarmigan – surely, an Inuit word, because it means
any of several grouses of the genus Lagopus, of mountainous and cold northern regions, having feathered feet.
But wait, it came from – 1590–1600; pseudo-Greek spelling of Scots Gaelic tarmarchan, akin to Irish tarmanach

TWO P OR NOT TWO P

I leave you with a strange little word with two, different non-P pronunciations

PHOTOPTARMOSIS

Sneezing caused by the influence of light – a minor affliction suffered by my mother and I, and probably many others.  Researchers still are not sure of the exact cause or causes.  One doctor suggested the possibility of thin sinus walls.  The sunlight might penetrate, and cause blood vessels to swell, triggering the sneeze reflex.

😎