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Rod & Sunny: Photo by Bob Gentry 8/5/1999

A Thought for Today

Don't be stricken by acceptance and applause. The same breath that kindles a fire can just as easily extinguish it.

 

Time to warn you early, a week from today is Friday the 13th.

HERE WE GO AGAIN

Hi Rod, Here's the list, once again proving that Truth is funnier...and more tragic...than fiction and one should NEVER underestimate man's propensity for acting like a complete twit! Love, Coral

THE 2000 DARWIN AWARDS

This Years Darwin's have finally been released! For those not familiar with the Darwin Award, it's an annual honor given to the person who provided the universal human gene pool the biggest service by getting killed in the most extraordinarily stupid way. As always, competition this year has been keen again. Some candidates appear to have trained their whole lives for this event!

CANDIDATES

1. In September in Detroit, a 41-year-old man got stuck and drowned in two feet of water after squeezing head first through an 18-inch wide sewer grate to retrieve his car keys.

2. In October, a 49-year-old San Francisco stockbroker, who "totally zoned when he ran," according to his wife,
accidentally jogged off a100-foot-high cliff on his daily run.

3. Buxton, NC: A man died on a beach when an 8-foot-deep hole he had dug into the sand caved in as he sat inside it. Beach goers said Daniel Jones 21, dug the hole for fun, or protection from the wind, and had been sitting in a beach chair at the bottom Thursday afternoon when it collapsed, burying him beneath 5 feet of sand. People on the beach, on the outer banks, used their hands and shovels, trying to claw their way to Jones, a resident of Woodbridge, VA, but could not reach him. It took rescue workers using heavy equipment almost an hour to free him while about 200 people looked on. Jones was pronounced dead at a hospital.

4. In February, Santiago Alvarado, 24, was killed in Lompoc, CA, as he fell face-first through the ceiling of a bicycle shop he was burglarizing. Death was caused when the long flashlight he had placed in his mouth (to keep his hands free) rammed into the base of his skull as he hit the floor.

5. According to police in Dahlonega, GA, ROTC cadet Nick Berrena, 20, was stabbed to death in January by fellow cadet Jeffrey Hoffman, 23, who was trying to prove that a knife could not penetrate the flack vest Berrena was wearing.

6. Sylvester Briddell, Jr. , 26, was killed in February in Selbyville, DE, as he won a bet with friends who said he would not put a revolver loaded with four bullets into his mouth and pull the trigger.

7. In February, according to police in Windsor, Ontario, Daniel Kolta, 27, and Randy Taylor, 33, died in a head-on collision, thus earning a tie in the game of chicken they were playing with their snowmobiles.

8. Taos, NM - A woman went to a poison control center after eating three birth-control vaginal inserts. Her English was so bad she had to draw a picture describing how she believed she had poisoned herself. A translator arrived shortly thereafter and confirmed doctors' suspicions. Marie Valishnokov thought the inserts were some kind of candy or gum, being unable to read the foil wrappers. After the third one, she realized something was wrong when her throat and mouth began to fill with a sour-tasting foam. She ran for the Poison Control Center, only a few blocks away where doctors were able to flush the foam from her mouth, throat and stomach with no ill effects.

9. La Grange, GA - Attorney Antonio Mendoza was released from a trauma center after having a cell phone removed from his rectum. "My dog drags the thing all over the house," he said later. "He must have dragged it into the shower. I slipped on the tile, tripped against the dog and sat down right on the thing." The extraction took more than three hours due to the fact that the cover to Mr. Mendoza's phone had opened during insertion.

"He was a real trooper during the entire episode," said Dr. Dennis Crobe. "Tony just cracked jokes and really seemed to be enjoying himself. Three times during the extraction his phone rang and each time, he made jokes about it that just had us rolling on the floor. By the time we finished, we really did expect to find an answering machine in there."

10. Bremererton, WA - Christopher Coulter and his wife, Emily, were engaging in bondage games when Christopher suggested spreading peanut butter on his genitals and letting Rudy, their Irish Setter, lick them clean. Sadly, Rudy lost control and began tearing at Christopher's penis and testicles. Rudy refused to obey commands and a panicked Emily threw a half-gallon bottle of perfume at the dog. The bottle broke, covering the dog and Christopher with perfume. Startled, Rudy leaped back, tearing away the penis. While trying to get her unconscious husband in the car to take him to the hospital, Emily fell twice, injuring her wrist and ankle. Christopher's penis was in a Styrofoam ice cooler. "Chris is just plain lucky," said the surgeon who spent eight hours reattaching the penis. 

"Believe it or not, the perfume turned out to be very fortuitous. The high alcohol content, which must have been
excruciatingly painful, helped sterilize the wound. Also, aside from it being removed, the damage caused by the dog's teeth to the penis perse is minimal. It's really a very stringy piece of flesh. Mr. Coulter stands an excellent chance of regaining the use of that limb because of this." Washington Animal Control has no plans to seize Rudy.


AND THE WINNER:

Paderborn, Germany - Overzealous zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt fed his constipated elephant Stefan 22 doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries, figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm finally let fly and suffocated the keeper under 200 pounds of poop!

Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting to give the ailing elephant an olive-oil enema when the relieved beast unloaded on him like a dump truck full of mud. "The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation knocked Mr. Riesfeldt to the ground, where he struck his head on a rock and lay unconscious as the elephant continued to evacuate his bowels on top of him.


CIGARS, CIGGARETTES, SOUVINERES?

Wade writes:

"This is one of my favorite new news stories. It was sent to me from a friend in England"

THANK GOD HE WAS COVERED

A Charlotte, NC man, having purchased a box of very rare, very expensive cigars, insured them against fire among other things. Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of cigars, and without having made even his first premium payment on the policy, the man filed a claim against the insurance company. 

In his claim, the man stated the cigars were lost "in a series of small fires." The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason: that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion. The man sued......and won! In delivering the ruling, the judge agreed the claim was frivolous. He stated nevertheless that the man held a policy from the company in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure against fire, without defining what was considered to be "unacceptable fire," and was obligated to pay the claim.

Rather than endure a lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance company accepted the ruling and paid the man $15,000.00 for the rare cigars he had lost in the "fires."

(HERE COMES THE BEST PART!!)

After the man cashed the check, the insurance company had him arrested on 24 counts of ARSON!! With his own insurance claim and testimony from the previous case being used against him, the man was convicted of intentionally burning his insured property and sentenced to 24 months in jail and a $24,000.00 fine.

This is a true story and it won 1999's Criminal Darwin Award.


THAT GUILTY FEELING

It's not that Edward's sense of humor is sick, warped perhaps . . .but not . . . OK, sick. 

HOWARD

Howard had felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget the incident, he couldn't. The guilt and sense of shame was overwhelming. But every once in a while he'd hear a little voice in his head trying to reassure him:

"Howard, don't worry about it. You're not the first doctor to sleep with one of your patients and you won't be the last. And, besides, you're single. Just let it go..."

But invariably another little voice in his head would bring him back to reality:

"Howard, you're a veterinarian..." 

SPACED OUT

Few people know it because he seldom puts it on his resume, but George W. Bush spent a brief stint as an Astronaut.

SHRUB IN SPACE

George W and a monkey were sent up in space in the shuttle to land on Mars, just as they enter the Mars orbit they receive a message from Houston.

"This is mission command you have now entered the moons orbit, In front of you are 2 envelopes which include your mission instructions. Bubbles I want you to open yours now." The monkey opens his and starts typing advanced instructions on the control panel.

"Now Bushy open your envelope for instructions".

George W. does as he is told and opens his envelope. It reads:

DON'T FORGET TO FEED THE MONKEY. 

(With apologies to Nicky Williams.)


A NEW TOP NINETEEN LIST

What do you know, here's another item from Nicky.

19 WAYS TO TELL SOMEONE HIS FLY IS UNZIPPED

19) The cucumber has left the salad.
18) I can see the gun of Navarone.
17) Someone tore down the wall, and your Pink Floyd is hanging out.
16) You've got Windows on your laptop.
15) Sailor Ned's trying to take a little shore leave.
14) Your soldier ain't so unknown now.
13) Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells.
12) You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
11) Paging Mr. Johnson... Paging Mr. Johnson...
10) Your pod bay door is open, Hal.
9) Elvis Junior has LEFT the building!
8)Mini Me is making a break for the escape pod.
7) Ensign Hanes is reporting a hull breach on the lower deck, Sir!
6) The Buick is not all the way in the garage.
5) Dr. Kimble has escaped!
4) Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction...
3) You've got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2) I'm talking about Shaft, can you dig it?

and The Number One Way to Tell Someone His Fly Is Unzipped.

1) Men are From Mars, I Can See Your Penis

BIG BUCKS?

What, another one? I admit this E-mail (sent to me by Stargirl) is a bit naughty, but it's Friday and no one is looking over my shoulder.

THE TATTOO

A guy gets home late one night and his wife says, "Where the hell have you been?"

"I was out getting a tattoo."

"A tattoo? What kind of tattoo did you get?"

"I got a hundred dollar bill tattooed on my penis."

"What the hell were you thinking? Why did you get a hundred dollar bill on your penis?"

"Well, number one, I like to watch my money grow. Number two, once in a while, I like to play with my money. And lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay home and blow a hundred bucks."


SIGN LANGUAGE

This is Kyletta Miller's latest collection of signs.

SIGNS OF THE TIMES

Vets office:
"All unattended children given free kitten"

Lot outside Vet's office in Silverton, OR:
Parking for customers Only, others will be neutered.

In a Veterinarians waiting room:
"Be back in 5 minutes, Sit! Stay!"

Plumber:
"We repair what your husband fixed."

Pizza shop slogan:
"7 days without pizza makes one Weak."

At a tire shop in Milwaukee:
"Invite us to your next blowout."

Door of a plastic surgeons office:
"Hello, we can help pick your nose?"

Sign at the psychic's Hotline:
"Don't call us, we'll call you."

At a Towing Company:
"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows."

Billboard on the side of the road:
"Keep your eyes on the road and stop reading these signs."

On an Electricians truck:
"Let us remove your shorts."

In a Nonsmoking Area:
"If we see smoking we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."

On Maternity Room Door:
"Push, Push, Push."

At an Optometrists Office
"If you don't see what your looking for you've come to the right place."

On a Taxidermist's window:
"We really know our stuff."

In a Podiatrist's office:
"Time wounds all heels."

On a fence:
"Salesmen Welcome, Dog food is expensive."

Outside a Muffler Shop:
"No appointment necessary, we'll hear you coming."

Inside a Bowling Alley:
"Please be quiet, we need to hear a pin drop."

In the front yard of a funeral home:
"Drive carefully, we'll wait."

In a counselors office:
"Growing old is mandatory, growing wise is optional.

Radiator repair shop:
"It's a great place to take a leak!"


CORAL ON JOGGING

"Jogging seems to me the silliest of exercises.....unless you do it lying down! Then it does have possibilities."

BUDDA BAM!, BUDDA BOOM

It is well documented that for every mile that you jog, you add one minute to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $5000 per month.

1. My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She's 97 now and we don't know where the hell she is.

2. The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

3. I joined a health club last year, spent about 400 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up.

4. I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I am doing.

5. I don't exercise at all. If God meant us to touch our toes, he would have put them further up on the body.

6. I like long walks, especially when people who annoy me take them.

7. I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.

8. The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.

9. If you are going to try cross-country skiing, start with a small country.

10. I don't jog, it makes the ice jump right out of my bourbon glass. Plus I tend to hit myself in the chin with my boobs!


See you tomorrow with some new Saturday Stuff. Sleep warm.

                              RM 3/10/2000 Previously unpublished

notable birthdays Shana Alexander o Jerome Cowan o Britt Ekland o Janet Gaynor o Thor Heyerdahl o Le Corbusier o Jenny Lind o Carole Lombard o Jim Pierson o Elizabeth Shue o Millie Small o Fred Travelena o George Westinghouse o Helen Wills o Stephanie Zimbalist

And a special Happy Birthday to my old friend Charles Hallam.

Rod's random thoughts Because pride seldom lets us beg forgiveness, we must content ourselves with dying a little each time a door is closed.

The leanest naked body is the work of God and therefore a love object.

Marriage renders a man unique, virtuous and wise - so does thirty years in a monastery.

GOING HOME: 
A QUESTION OF BALANCE

Beretta's gone.
That voice so haunting
in the Porter / Coward song
                 has not been stilled
but now fills other halls,
sends new lovers home
to fresh-made bed and breakfast
in Eastern cities.

Ginsberg comes home on occasion
and Snyder carries North Beach ever onward -
not so much a tattered banner
(the City Lights have never dimmed)
but now it's more a whim to him than cause.

Because the old haunts haunt us
                         I go back.
And yes you can go home again -
sameness, once allowed to set
will supercede each change
and what we find and name call strangeness.

                       Those of us addicted,
infected with dependency of time and place,
will always have a home here,
                       if not homecoming.
What serves and saves us
is our own hard overriding need
forever pumping adrenaline into the landscape.

I arrive furlough-like
on R. & R. without the hell-raise bent
knowing no one anymore but knowing
                                  there are those
convinced beyond mere reckoning
                    that they know me.

It's true
you are not a hero in your own hometown
unless you've got a weekly series running
                   or rerunning every day.
But even that is danger-bent.
The mask must never slip.
The dancer must waltz endlessly,
he's not allowed to dip or turn
or do-si-do, without rehearsal.

Still San Francisco always gives back
                  better than we give.
It is a luxury to merely walk the wharf.
Day workers jingle take home pay
that would stagger millionaires,
coin of the realm in ambiance.
But none of us are heroes
                        in a hero city.
Praise singers only.

Caen's Baghdad or Dong Kingman's splashy thrust
are pastel backdrops for the Ferlinghetti muse,
                                 mad or merry.
Every Delaplane postcard home
           is not greeted with surprise
and Pike went mad at sunrise.

O'Flaherty will talk convincingly
                of how the old town's gone,
Keene eyes no longer look from every gallery,
(ample argument for plus and minus still).
Sparky's strip's been quartered,
                                  cut apart,
analyzed more often than Miss Doda's.
He survives, we all do.

It is the city and surrounding squares
                        that give us give and take.
Being in and out of one another's favor
                                and embrace
cause each of us to try the longer stride
                                               next time.

Jose, that Sunday diva with soprano reach
                          should set it all to music.
Butterfly in one act only.

Can you imagine Ginsberg
not yet declared a monument by government ?
It's a tantamount to winking off Niagara
and Grand Rapids in a single blink or wank.
So he comes home to San Francisco,
                               now and then.
Lots of give and take here, not just take.

When I was younger, way back when,
Willie Kapell slam-dashed into
                      a San Francisco mountain top.
No one's made a painting
                   or a poem of it yet.
(Not even one of eighteen variations.)

Most San Francisco tragedies stay unadorned.
This lack of advertisement
                  is what makes The City great.

True, the Chronicle chronicles
each leap from bridge, keeps count.
But names of divers are not etched on pilings.
Death is not always dignified by chisel
as life is not propelled by good words only.
Oh, but we love the adjectives
                and we should do so
                      while we can.
They are the perfect lovers every time.
And when they change
to fast friends or to worse
they needn't cause an early death
                          or banishment.
It's only time to go away again.
This is the city that remembers to forget.
Wasserman tests have gone the way of rabbits,
truth has a good name bay to bay.

Have I been too gentle with the neighborhood,
                                       perhaps.
But there'll be letters, sub-headlines -
that will tell me if I went too far
                   or did not venture far enough.
Never gossip, through. (Perhaps a whisper in Marin).
It's too fragmented up here for all that
and it's the fragments come together
that have made the rock
on which to build the home
                           for visitation.

Beretta's gone, but she'll be back.
Meanwhile the lovers each make private plans
for bed and breakfast and attack.
And those of us who travel
                    from the city
know the best credential
we can trot out in fast company
is news of where we came from.

                     - from  "Suspension Bridge," 1984

© 1984, 1988, 1999, 2000 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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