Item: The secret to my success, I once thought, was in my ability to do a certain joke. There’s this situationally humorous operation. It goes like this. You happen into a situation where you find a man with piles of bananas in his hands, so many he is dropping them. You ask, with a straight face of course, “Hey, do you have any bananas?” You can change the thing to fit whatever circumstances. Basically you ask for whatever is in abundance. It was gold for me for years. But is it just me, or is this little maneuver getting really dumb? I am thinking I shall chuck the entire enterprise. Kind of a sad day, but one must move on. Stiff upper lip.
Item: Shred, White and Blue?
Item: I hate it with a passion, strongly dislike, get mildly annoyed when people who I think I’m better than do posts on Twitter, or FB, where they say “Dear Whoever, please stop this or that. Thanks.” It could be, “Dear KFC, please hire some one who can take an order, Thanks,” or any number of smarmy things, but the “Dear..Please..Thanks” pattern is constant. My feeling? “Dear people who do that, please stop. Thanks.” I want to continue to be the biggest snob around.
Item: The happiest day of our lives…on drugs?