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Photograph by Bob Gentry 8/5/99

A Thought for Today

Even the most disheveled waterfall is beautiful.

 

Considering the plans I've made for the last three weekends haven't panned out as planned, I'm making none for tomorrow and Sunday. That ought to teach my head a thing or two. Serves it right.

OH MEN, OH WOMEN

The following chilly contribution regarding us Mars bars comes from an icy Venus who calls herself Frozen Rose. Her handle says it all. Brrrrr.

LAWS FOR WOMEN TO LIVE BY:

1. Don't imagine you can change a man - unless he's in diapers.

2. What do you do if your boyfriend walks out? You shut the door.

3. If they put a man on the moon - they should be able to put them all up there.

4. Never let your man's mind wander - it's too little to be out alone.

5. Go for younger men. You might as well - they never mature anyway.

6. Men are all the same - they just have different faces, so that you can tell them apart.

7. Definition of a bachelor; a man who has missed the opportunity to make some woman miserable.

8. Women don't make fools of men - most of them are the do-it-yourself types.

9. Best way to get a man to do something is to suggest they are too old for it.

10. Love is blind, but marriage is a real eye - opener.

11. If you want a committed man, look in a mental hospital.

12. The children of Israel wandered around the desert for 40 years. Even in biblical times, men wouldn't ask for directions.

13. If he asks what sort of books you're interested in, tell him checkbooks.

14. Remember a sense of humor does not mean that you tell him jokes, It means that you laugh at his.

ORDER IN THE PULPIT

Molly & Hugs are back in church, though this sermon may carry them away again.

PRIEST TO BISHOP, CHECK

There was a young priest who was having trouble both writing and delivering his sermons. So he asked his Bishop for help. The wise old Bishop said, "Well you might start with something to attract and hold their attention, such as, 'Last night I was in the warm embrace of a good woman,' that will get their attention then you go on to talk about how warm and accepting she was and at the end reveal she was your mother; that is great for sermons about family love."

The young priest decided to take the advice. The following Sunday he got into the pulpit and said, "Last night I was in the arms of a hot woman," he paused. The congregation was totally transfixed; no lack of attention now. But he had forgotten what come next, so he stumbled on about how great she was and how good she made him feel. Then he thought of a way to get out of his problem. He said in conclusion, "Well I may not remember who she was, but she was recommended by the Bishop!"

PUN-ISHMENT

Sharon A. Sewell thinks the pun-isment should fit the crime. I'd like to know what kind of crime I committed to deserve this?

COME ON BABY LIGHT MY FRIAR

Three friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise the necessary funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, the rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him.

He asked his mother to go and ask the friars to get out of business. They ignored her too. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close their shop.

Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that..... Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.


SONJA RAIDS THE MEDICINE CABINET

At $10.00 a pop (pardon the expression) Viagra is what Larry Hart might call "Too Good For The Average Man." At least that seems to be Sonja's opinion so in order to level the playing field, so to speak, she's gotten hold of the formula (must have been an inside job.) Herewith the recipe.

MAKE YOUR OWN VIAGRA

2% aspirin
2% ibuprofen
1% Vitamin C
95% Fix-A-Flat

OH NO, MR. BILL

Anita Barnhill doesn't own a vegimatic, she does everything with a hand groaner.

One day two carrots were walking down the street. They were the best of friends. Just as they started to step off the curb a car came speeding around the corner and ran one of them over. The unhurt carrot cradled his buddy, telling him over and over again that he would be OK.

Finally the ambulance arrived and rushed the injured carrot off to the hospital. His friend rode with him. Once at the hospital the uninjured carrot paced back and forth in the emergency room waiting to hear how his pal was going to be.

After many minutes of agonized waiting the doctor came out. He walked over to the distraught carrot and said "I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that your friend is going to be alright. The bad news is that he is going to be a vegetable all his life".


Y2KO!

SOJRNR337 (Obviously a code name for Jane Doe} writes "READ THIS.....I usually don't but this one is worth it!" She is so right, this is easily the most diabolical virus I've ever encountered. Note: As usual if you're smart enough to be a Mac addict you can disregard this warning.

VIRUS WARNING

If you receive an email entitled "Badtimes", DELETE it immediately. Do not open it. Apparently this one is pretty nasty. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer. It demagnetizes the strips on ALL of your credit cards. It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play.

It will re-calibrate your refrigerator's coolness settings so all your ice cream melts and your milk curdles. It will program your phone auto dial to call only your mother-in-law's number. This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.

It will leave used dirty tube socks and your entire porn collection on the coffee table when you are expecting company. It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine, all while dating your current boy/girlfriend behind your back and billing their hotel rendezvous to your Visa card.

It will give you Dutch Elm Disease.

It will rewrite your backup files, changing all your active verbs to passive tense and incorporating undetectable misspellings, which grossly change the interpretations of key sentences.

If the "Badtimes" message is opened in a Windows 95 or 98 environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub.

It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, but it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk. It will replace all your luncheon meat with beef tongue.

It will molecularly rearrange your cologne or perfume, causing it to smell like dill pickles. It is insidious and subtle. It is dangerous and terrifying to behold. It is also a rather interesting shade of mauve.

These are just a few signs of infection.

PLEASE, FORWARD THIS MESSAGE . . you know the drill.


CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE NAVEL

Coral usually gives stress, she doesn't get it. But she has been under some duress of late so we commiserate a lot. This is one of her recent bon mots.
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FREE AT LAST!, FREE AT LAST!

A man who had been in a mental institution for some years finally improved to the point where it was thought he might be released. The psychiatrist that ran the institution decided it was better to proceed with caution, and chose to interview him first.

"Tell me," said the doctor, "if we release you, as we are considering, what do you plan to do with your life?"

The inmate said, "It would be wonderful to get back to real life, and if I do, I will certainly refrain from making my former mistake. I was a nuclear physicist, you see, and it was the stress of my work in weapons research that helped to put me here. If I am released, I shall limit myself to work in pure theory, where I believe the situation will be less difficult and stressful."

"Wonderful," said the psychiatrist.

"Or else," continued the patient, "I might teach. There is something to be said for dedicating your life to expanding the knowledge of young people."

"Definitely," said the psychiatrist.

"Then again, I might write. There is always a need for books on science, or I may even write a novel based on my experiences in the psychiatric institution."

"Another interesting possibility," agreed the doctor.

"And finally, if none of these things appeals to me, I can always continue to be a tea kettle."


OH MEN, OH WOMEN, 2

Ellen wants us to know the battle of the sexes rages on. She says "Here are some of the fundamental differences between men and women."

WHO RAY FOR EVERYBODY!

Nicknames:

If Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose.

If Mike, Charlie, Bob and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy.

Eating Out:

When the bill arrives, Mike, Charlie, Bob and John will each throw in $20, even though the total is only $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.

When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.

Money:

A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants.

A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.

Bathrooms:

A man has five items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.

The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.

Arguments:

A woman has the last word in any argument.

Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.

Cats:

Women love cats.

Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.

Future:

A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.

A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

Success:

A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.

A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

Marriage:

A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.

A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.

Dressing Up:

A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.

A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.

Natural:

A Man wakes up as good-looking as they went to bed.

Women somehow deteriorate during the night.

Offspring:

Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret
fears and hopes and dreams.

A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.

Thought For The Day:

Any married man should forget his mistakes.

There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.


NOT ALL BLONDES ARE WOMEN

Michaela Herrick offers the latest in our ongoing Redhead challenged items.

FOUR BAR STOOLS, NO WAITING

A guy is having a drink in a bar. He leans over to the very muscular woman next to him and says, "Do you wanna hear a funny blonde joke?"

She replies, "Well, before you tell that joke, you should know something. I'm blonde, six feet tall, 210 lbs, and I'm a professional triathlete and bodybuilder. The blonde woman sitting next to me is an ex-professional wrestler, and next to her is my blonde friend Susan. She's 6'5", weighs 250 lbs, and she's a professional kickboxer. Now, do you still want to tell that blonde joke?"

The guy thinks about it a second and says, "Not if I'm going to have to explain it three times."


Have a beautiful Friday night with someone you like. Sleep warm and I'll see you tomorrow with a Sentimental Saturday.

          
RM 2/10/2000 Previously unreleased

notable birthdays Philip Anglim o Max Baer, Sr. o Thomas Alva Edison o Bernard Fontenelle o King Farouk I of Egypt o Rudolph Firkusny o Roy Fuller o Eva Gabor o Vicki Hoepf o Conrad Janis o Tina Louise o Kasimar Milevich o Joseph Mankiewicz o Sergio Mendes o Larry Merchant o Leslie Nielsen o Mary Quant o Burt Reynolds o Sidney Sheldon o Kim Stanley o Gene Vincent o Josh White
Rod's random thoughts On Friday nights in times like these it's a blessing not to be young.

Life is worth living not so much for what it gives as what it suggests.

Row with the current not the times.

WORDS ABOVE THE SIGNATURE

Because the bulls run
one week out of fifty two
down Pamplona side streets
and I cannot outpace them
                             anymore.
And democracy's brass trumpets
blare from Spanish hill
               to Spanish hill
(all sound, even echo, fading
before the tune is put in practice),
and Mijas has a four-lane highway
to and from;
and just a ferry ride away,
a certain city in North Africa
sits poised to snap tourists
                      into a poppy snare.
I walk on tiptoes through
the red / pink / amber fields
that fan out from it,
if I walk fields at all.

Because the arson match is struck
even on God's vaulted ceiling
(never mind whole neighborhoods
now torched to cinder and all gone),
and fire forgets it subjects' names,
                   is blind to street addresses -
confetti ashes spread across my yard,
one hundred miles of blazing brush.
Low animals that creep the ground
                                   on fours,
are cooked to bones.

The lesser works of Big Magician
children, weak from circumstance,
powered men who battle flame
with fist and nozzle well connected
made poor and puny by a heat that seeks
and seizes all within its blanket reach.
A mother huddled in a bathtub,
lovers propagating on a Baldwin afternoon
                                       no match for match.
I bury strikers deep.

Because the arsenals in every land
are piled and pyramiding out of sight -
thus out of conscientious mind;
men what stepping stones to heaven
to be an alleyway of atoms
and there is no reversal anymore,
no rehearsal, just performance -
planned, unplanned, mistake,
                                   unhappy accident -
a world that went
              before a second coming.

Because no drums are drumming out
                                                BEWARE
and no strong voice from government
or pulpit cries out loud enough, I care,
I no longer look across my shoulder,
                     worry over dented fenders
or try to figure out exactly why
some birds no longer sing the old songs.

Because this year
there might not be a Santa Claus,
I sign each letter I sent out
                           with love.
These are the shortest words I know for hope.

Because I have more reasons
                           for with love
than paper I can put them on,
bill collector and computer generated page
will still get answers from me
with those words above my name.
It would not occur to me
to write sincerely yours
                       or best regards.

Please don't think It's something personal
                                           (of course, it is).
I mean, with love is no big thing
except to sender and receiver.

You and me the true believers.

          
           - From "Valentines," 1986
© 1977, 1986, 2000 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan
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