Misc. Bull$h!t

I know. You’re too smart for that. I’m reminded of a high school situation circa 11th grade. The weird boy in class. He’s kind of slow. No. He’s very slow. Any way he’s sitting silently at lunch and not eating. Someone asks if he’s okay.

“I think I had too much to drink last night.”

The place goes nuts. “Ellison toed one on!”
Nobody has a clue this guy’s ever been out of the house away from mom and dad, nor that he drinks.

Rush to judgement. “What did you have to drink, Ed?”

“My father brought home one of those big bottles of orange soda and I drank the whole thing.”

The place erupts in wild laughter again.

Ruthie’s parents lived across the road from his parents when they first moved to Rising Sun, MD. She hadn’t left home yet and Eddie still hasn’t. Anyway one night there was a hellacious storm. Rained for hours, knocked down trees. Minor flooding. The families are outside the next day, assessing the situation.

Ed: “Did it rain at your house, too?”…😂

Nothing wrong with not drinking. There is only one Ed in this world, I assure you, just as there is only one Russel. And one Noetsi, too. In a way that gives you a split personality.

There is the poster that we all know, and then the human being that we don’t. I do think that you may have gotten stuffed in a locker or two in high school. But I’m pretty sure you understand that if it’s raining over a large area and it rained at your house it’s almost a certainly that it rained at your neighbors house, too.

Ed woukd not be an enjoyable read here, ever. An odd man, as wax his father and as was his mother. He had a brother who somehow escaped with a few more brain cells and was so normal that he was almost like Marilyn on “The Musters.” You wonders how he fit in.

Yet, Ed got decent grades in school. His lack of popularity actually helped avoid distraction from his school work, so he benefitted in that way.

The last time I saw Ed was at our 20th high school reunion. I said “Well, Ed. Maybe we’ll see each other again in twenty more years.” His reply? “I hope not.” Hmm. Not sure how I should take that… 😂

finance.yahoo.com/m/daa4d61c-dedc-3503-92ec-a4ff7833e533/colin-cowherd-makes.html

"Colin Cowherd has said his fair share of controversial things on air, but his latest blunder is pretty abhorrent.

The FS1 radio host was speaking about NFL quarterback tiers on his show "The Herd" when he mentioned a tier called "QBs that can't win Super Bowls." In that tier, he included 20 names, specifically calling out Baker Mayfield, Teddy Bridgewater, and Dwayne Haskins.

It was Haskins' name that was most notable because Haskins was being grouped into this tier despite tragically passing away in a car accident in last year."

  I cannot stop laughing at this.  "QBs that can't win Super Bowls."  Way to go out on a limb, Cowherd.  

On a lighter note, Gloria and I tested positive for Covid today. We started to feel bad when we got back from our trip and she kept feeling worse so to humor her I got a couple tests and to my surprise we both have it. She feels worse than I do, but nothing life threatening and neither of us will end up in the hospital. Her throat is killing her, while I feel like sleeping for a week.

Damn, that sucks Matt. I hope you guys feel better! Drink a lot of water!

I watched a Paul Reubens/Conan O’Brien snippet last night. Reubens was not in character. He told a story of a gift giving in his family where his sister got a tea set and declared herself “too grown up” for it. So Paul thought it was kind of cool and asked if he could have it.

To his surprise, Paul’s father asked to be invited to a tea party in Paul’s room. Paul set the table and when his father came in he sat down and began to sip imaginary tea, complimented it and said it would be nice if they could have some real tea.

Paul goes running out of the room thinking how cool his father is to be doing this. Returns with water in the pitcher, which supplies them each with three cups of “tea”. The father continues to be enthused and asks for more, sonPaul runs out of the room, returning again with a full pitcher. This goes on until they’ve each had about twelve cups. And the dad wants more, whereupon Paul announces they have no more tea. They father gets more demanding and says “What do you meant out? I want more.” So Paul says. No more. The toilet’s empty… 😂