Its been a long time since I’ve been on here and I’m not sure who still reads it, but I for some, slightly nostalgic reason, have not only missed this, but what to start blogging again.
Today marks the 71st anniversary of The Wizard of Oz. The initial release might have only broughtin a whopping $3mil,(which might be a lot for the time, but minimal when the production cost was at $2,777,000)but the film has gone down as cult classic and a must see.
I can’t say I remember where I was the first time I watched The Wizard of Oz, but I can remember where I was the first time I tried to pair it up with Dark Side of The Moon.
So, Happy Aniversary. And here’s some interesting facts about the movie, 71 Facts for the 71st Aniversary. http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2010/aug/12/the-wizard-of-oz-google-doodle
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So this post stems from the fact that I was re-blogged today. I think it was my first time, I am no longer virgin to the re-blogging. Anyway, as it turns out when someone is not following you, a little blue box appears that states that you have been re-blogged, someone likes a blog of yours, or what ever else the big blue box of information is out to convey. But I didn’t get the Blue Box of Love, so I didn’t know, and in my fault, if I had read through my dashboard I would have noticed, while pursing through my fellow bloggers posts, that one looked quite familiar. But I didn’t, so I didn’t know that I was re-blogged until my girlfriend informed me that for the first time, I have been RE_BLOGGED.
So thanks for reading, I can now honestly add one new friend to my list of readers.
“I believe in making the world safe for our children, but not our children’s children, because I don’t think children should be having sex.” —
- Jack Handey, “Deep Thoughts”
Quote of the day
Where does all your information go after the lady behind the counter trades you a box of Sudafed for it. I think the only bit of information you don’t hand over is you mothers maiden, but then again they don’t really need that to track you down these days anyway. Soon they’ll start asking for a finger print and retina scan.
I guess with all the Sudafed I buy they put my name into a system somewhere so when Meth sales go up in my neighborhood, and they’re looking for meth lab, the cops can come knocking on, well, i guess more like knocking down, my door. Just to find out that I’m nothing more than a simple man with simple sinus problems.
Whats the next wonder drug that’ll be hard to buy?
I just found myself congratulating an elderly patient for going to the bathroom. And next to me was a nurse talking to her in the nurses baby voice. And while all this is going on it occurs to me that all of the elderly patients we have, mainly the ones that slipping into an altered mental status, are always treated in the way that you would treat a small child, “Did you just go to the bathroom? Good job.” I think we’re one step away from giving them a lollipop when we pick them up from the Doctors office. But my question is, do they know, and if so, why do they not say anything, why do they just smile at us and act as though they also are reverting back to their child like state of mind? I guess I’ll never really know. Well, I might know, but by then I’m not sure I’ll know to care.
So while reading over my Girlfriends blog I had a revelation, why not just reblog everything that my girlfriend blogs. I mean, if i want to share with my other couple readers what i spend my off time doing, then what better way then to just let you read what she puts down. It far easier for me, and shes much better with words than I am. Along with punctuation, spelling, and grammar, and all those other things that are involved in writing.
Say NO! to Horizon dairy products
Every time I indulge in the luxury that is shopping for dinner at Union Market, I am shocked to see that the Slope’s model for organic, locavore living sells butter made by Horizon. I thought the company had received sufficient publicity for its horrendous treatment of cows to lose its slot in such hallowed grocers’ bins.
If you prefer organic dairy products — or even if you buy them by default because they’re more widely available in your yup-tastic hood — check out The Cornucopia Institute’s scorecard of American organic dairy producers. The Institute has surveyed producers nationwide and ranked them according to the way they treat their livestock. If you live in Brooklyn, you’re safe with Organic Valley and Amish Country Farms, both of which receive four-cow (excellent) ratings.
You are not safe buying from Horizon.
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