While working to hook up my hdmi cable yesterday, I accidentally disconnected my computer. No worries, it started back up just fine. Unfortunately, I somehow wiped out my bookmarks, so I've spent the last hour re-visiting sites and adding them back.

Sometimes I'd just like to shoot this damn thing.

I must pat myself on the back today. Every year on Memorial Day Weekend for the past 17 years (since my Mother passed away), I have been going to three cemetaries around town to put out flowers for departed family members. I have one sister living in California, so the burden has been accepted by me to honor the dead.

I'm not complaining. I feel saddened that so many of my relatives have gone that I often come up to their graves and see that no one has left any flowers of remembrance. It made me think today: What happens when I'm no longer able to do this? And then I thought: Will anyone leave flowers for me when I'm gone?

It was supposed to rain today and as I walked to the last two graves on my journey, the skies were turning purple and dark. I drove towards home and as I parked my car in the drive. it started to sprinkle. About five minutes after I walked through my front dooor, the skies really opened up and it poured down for an hour.

I sat in a chair by the window in my living room and watched in silence. Another year, another job accomplished.

Another year honoring the dead. Another year with my mind being flooded with happy memories of those who have travelled on.

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I was talking with a person who was in high school at the same time I was. We agreed it's a good thing there was no internet then. We both did a lot of stupid things, which kids are still doing today. She told how she had heard a couple of kids had been kille, trying to change drivers while traveling down the road. I said I had doone that once, while drunk. She stared at me in disbelief and said I was lucky to be alive. I told her my guardian angle worked overtime for me in my younger, wilder days. I then played her this song and sang the lyrics:

"Everything that kills me, makes me feel alive."


Sometimes you catch the bus, sometimes the bus catches you.


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I love, love, LOVE this beautiful, talented young woman!

When I was a teenager, a Chinese Fire Drill was quite common. Some of you might not know what a Chinese Fire Drill is, so I'll explain. It's when you have a carload of people and, while stopped at a traffic light or a stop sign, everyone gets out of the car, runs a lap around the car and gets back in... akin to a bunch of clowns at a circus getting out of a small car. A lot of fun to do and it usually made the people in the other cars smile or laugh. The old Volkswagon Beetle was the most difficult, being so small.

I thought this practice had died out, but then I saw on Youtube that it is alive and well.


Kudos to the people keeping this tradition alive and especially to this group taking it to the maximum.

I finished watching this version of the Victor Hugo classic on PBS Sunday night.


If you want the story without all of the singing, this is the one for you.

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This past week, two of my favorite shows have finished their runs: Game of Thrones and The Big Bang Theory.

Both shows were special for different reasons. Both had top notch writing and acting.

Both will be sorely missed. Thankfully, NCIS is still going strong. I don't think I could recover if I lost three shows in one year!

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I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink. Although I'm so tired, I'll have another drink.

- The Beatles.

I'm full of food and tired from working out. I'd play the above mentioned song, but I'm afraid I might fall asleep while listening. In my eyes, that would be sacrilege.

Instead, I'll play an oldie that's a little peppier.


G'night, y'all.

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That sound you hear is me tapping the monitor from the inside, trying to get your attention. Nothing important, just wanted to say hello.

A good old feel good payback movie:


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