Welcome to the monkey house

Geez its June 19th and John posted about the Vonnegut video on the fifth I really am a lay about.

I started blogging about the video when John first posted (Mostly to note a video about everyone in Grand Rapids lip syncing that Don McLean chestnut "American Pie". Its extraordinarily well done and makes you wish you lived in Grand Rapids until you realise you'd be living in Grand Rapids.) At any rate I posted it on Products of a Diseased Mind, my other blog,(Don't go there, I haven't updated it in nearly two years.) and couldn't figure out how to move the post to Neglected Niche so I gave up and began work on some stories of my own.

That's why I haven't posted recently. I really was busy and I forgot.

I am afraid this is about as good as this blog gets Duncan, I'm sorry.

Tea-Ball and Sympathy

Take the rehab slow, try some long toss before you try some hard throwing. Light weights and Jacussi time... you'll be back on the mound for the Mudhens in no time. Years from now, when you speak of this... and you will... Be kind.

Bataan Death March Madness

It seems to me to be needlessly cruel to make these vetrans re-live the experience of Bataan by marching them through Chicago. Did they line the route with psychotic Japanese soldiers to bayonet them when they collapsed from exhaustion? It reminds me of how they'd roll out Christopher Reeve in his wheel chair and everyone stood up and applauded. Really people! He knew he couldn't stand up, did they have to remind him.

TV or not TV

Out of surgery and feisty! What no House on the schedule? (If you want a link to House, get it yourself.) I can't turn on the TV with out running into Cuddy, Wilson or Thirteen. It seems to me all medical shows are alike: a curmudgeon belching contrarian wisdom at enthusiastic but naive subordinates amidst the life and death drama taking place in a hospital. Doctor shows are the reason I think nit wits love Obamacare. On the shows all the medical personnel are dedicated self-sacrificing and competent, in other words, unlike real human beings in every hierarchical bureaucracy on earth. They think they're getting Greg House but instead they're getting the DMV.

By the way, this might be a good time to re-state my mission statement: From now on everytime I visit Write Enough, I will comment on it, if I remember.

Sorry.

House rules

I distinctly remember John pitching in a twi-nighter between the Manyunk Oriels and the Mudhens.

My apologies in advance to Russell Duncan.

If swords are outlawed, only outlaws, samaurai, ninjas, knights and civil servants in Saudi Arabia will have swords...

No word yet if John was raptured... I was ruptured. I woke up in red long johns with a pitchfork in my hand and now it hurts when I bend over. And yes, I haven't updated recently... I may be unemployed but I have a life... Stop criticising me

What we do every night...

I believe its clear that Write Enough is communicating to his minions about his plans for the future. Woe to us all.

OK, Its been awhile

OK, its been awhile-plus I visited and I didn't comment-it looks like Neglected Niche is going the way of Products of a diseased mind. I might go years without thinking of something to say. Its like my facebook page, I have two and I never update them. I'm a failure at social media.

Auel's well

I remembered.

Mission Statement

From now on everytime I visit Write Enough I will comment on it, if I remember.