Ok – Breaking the series theme. This is a picture the Lovely Joyce took at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo today. More over at Flickr.
*tap* *tap* Is this thing on?
Ok, I confess. I have been a slacker in posting here. I think I warned that I might be. Especially since my employer now requires me to blog weekly on our corporate blog. For some reason, I tend take that commitment more seriously than this space.
You are thinking “Waaah! One post a week!” ! know. But gosh. Sometimes I just can’t think of anything to post. I mean. I posted some pretty embarrassing pictures and you hardly piled on the mockery!
Looking Like Alfred E. Neuman
This is a side-by-side comparison. I’m the one on the right.
You can learn more about the guy on the left here. My brothers will appreciate this most of anyone. They remember me in second grade, when this picture was taken. They also read MAD.
Looking Like, Totally Eighties
This must be from about 1986 or 1987. The shadows make it look like I had a Kid ‘N Play. Not really. my hair casts a long shadow even when worn in a butch cut. I publish this for laughs, and to remind anyone of my generation just how cool we were when we combined the Wayfarers and the skinny tie. (Actually, they were cheap Wayfarer imitations.)
Looking Like a Kid at Christmas
I’m still looking for the image of me in my red Indians jersey. But the search has uncovered snapshots I had totally forgotten Not to mention the actual events pictured.
Here I am holding my new firetruck. There was a period when I was between three and five years old in which I was obsessed with firetrucks. I was fortunate, because there was an auxiliary firehouse on my street. It was used to store a spare truck and my mother had access to the building. She tells me she could just open the man door to the garage and I would be transfixed, staring at the truck. I still remember the smell of the rubber and canvas on the hoses. And the spiders. Good times.
Looking Like A Cowboy
But why stop at one embarrassing picture? If I am looking at this Christmas picture correctly, I seem to have a toy gun in my hand. Can you even BUY a silver-plated toy cap gun anymore? I think I am wearing cowboy Jammies. I’m guessing this was about 1969 or 1970.
Looking Like A Televangelist
Here is the deal. The Indians are having a throwback weekend and making it 1977. I kind of wish I was going on Sunday to have my son get a crooked C batting helmet. Just like the one my brother Drew got for me when I was a tyke back in the day. I don’t have a picture of me wearing it. Somewhere I have a picture of me in the red jersey. I’ll rummage through my hard drive and post it someday. For now you will have to settle for the Easter threads, 1977. At least my sister looked presentable.
R.I.P. Tom Poston
We sadly received the news that Tom Poston has passed away. He was a member of the Greatest Generation and was an integral part of some of television’s funniest moments.
He was also a Buckeye by birth. I can’t think of anyone on the current comedy scene that compares to him. can you?
Why the World Wide Web was invented
How else could this exist?
Hat tip to Jonah Golberg at The Corner.
Nadir of news
The local and national television and radio news media has accomplished what I thought was nearly impossible. They have caused me to regard them with even lower esteem. The tragedy at Virginia Tech is being exploited beyond belief. Please tell me, WKYC, why you send an anchor to Virginia to cover the story? What can you possibly add that better informs your Cleveland audience that you could not accomplish from the studio and wire reports? It is sensationalism, even if your motto is “Respect. Report”. To be fair, I do not even watch the other local stations, they might be even worse.