In the last two hours:
In the last day:
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In the last five years:
As Gladys Hardy of Austin, Texas, once said to Ellen DeGeneres, “Well, I’m sure that means something.”
I thought it would be a nice touch to end this post with a link to a video of someone singing “Am I Blue?” but the only videos I could find were by Billie Holliday, Ethel Waters, Hoagy Carmichael, and Cher. Not singing together, mind you. Individually. In the end I decided against doing it. However, you are welcome to look up the song for yourself if you like.
Today is the birthday of my maternal grandfather, Nathan Silberman. He was born in 1875 and died in 1970.
Toodles.
Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me
with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
Copyright 2007 - 2024 by Robert H.Brague
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<b>Remembrance of things past (show-biz edition) and a few petty gripes</b>
Some performing groups came in twos (the Everly Brothers, the Smothers Brothers, Les Paul & Mary Ford, Steve Lawrence and Edyie Gormé, ...
The up and down nature of your statistics may reflect your zigzag blogging mind. And please don't call me Toodles...
ReplyDeleteIf Blogger displayed your stats in green rather than blue, would you be thinking of a song called "Am I Green?"
ReplyDeleteYorky, I remember in the movie Airport the catch-phrase was "Please don't call me Shirley." Does your wife ever say that to you?
ReplyDeleteCarol, if Blogger displayed my stats in green I would be thinking of a song called "It's Not Easy Being Green" (sung by Kermit the Frog in The Muppet Movie".
Are you experiencing the blogger version of omphaloskepsis, and why have you stopped allowing most of my comments anyway--I can't imagine that I'm THAT offensive especially when I'm busting a gut not to be? My father's father was born in 1872,
ReplyDeleteSnowbrush, (a)definitely; (b) I have not stopped allowing your comments. How could I? I have not even been receiving your comments. Are you sure you have been sending me comments? Perhaps you have been experiencing flashbacks again.
ReplyDeleteQ. "Please don't call me Shirley." Does your wife ever say that to you?
ReplyDeleteA. No... but I found your reference funny!
"Are you sure you have been sending me comments?"
ReplyDeleteYes, last week, and I always wait to be sure they go through. Since they were to posts from a few weeks ago, I thought that maybe you uninterested rather than offended. It’s just that the only reason I know that you don’t comments is when you find them offensive, and I also know that foul language is a major issue for you, so I (a) try hard to not even approach the outskirts of the neighborhood of being offensive, and (b) avoid even “light” profanity. So, when my comments still don’t get approved, I start to wonder if it’s me you disapprove of rather than particular comments. We’ve been here before with me leaving comments, and you saying that you hadn’t seen them. I completely accept this, of course, but I have no clue why it would happen, and therefore no clue what to do about it—live with it, I suppose.
I took a quick look at your post and thought “that must be his electrocardiogram” then I thought “he must have an irregular heart beat like my husband” but no, it is just mundane blogging stuff – fortunately.
ReplyDeleteI saw you just had a birthday, so add a “Happy Belated Birthday” to you list. Mine is coming up on March 26th – several days later than yours and one year older than you.
Snowbrush, I have no clue what is going on with your blog comment-wise. I have approved every comment I have received from you during the last several months. All comments are received in my primary email on both my computer and my iPhone. I wish I knew what to do about those apparently missing but I wouldn't know where to begin. I have at times received other emails from you that were not blogpost comments (jokes, etc.) but they could not be posted to the blog's comment section because they were not comments to the blog. I am thoroughly confused. Please know that regarding "disapproved" comments over the life of my blog, Yorkshire Pudding definitely in the lead. I cannot think of one of yours that has "offended" me.
ReplyDeleteVagabonde, thank you for the belated birthday greetings! I thought you must be years and years younger than me until I saw your liberation of Paris posts. Was I ever surprised! Every one of your posts is a gem. Thank you for visiting my blog.
“ I cannot think of one of yours that has "offended" me."
ReplyDeleteThat's what I needed to hear, and I thank you for saying it. I’ve very much enjoyed our blog friendship over the years.
I just returned to run your stats up and to tell you how much I appreciate you. Our differences are great, yet you and All Consuming were my first followers, and since that time, many have gone away mad, but you remain. You hold a special and very secure place in my heart.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Snow
Snowbrush, I find it hard to believe that I was one of your first followers. Can that be true? I thought you were well-established with beaucoups of followers of the atheistic variety before I started reading your blog. Of course, I could be mistaken. You read it here first.
ReplyDeleteNote to self: Try to word comment responses better in the future as my last response to Snowbrush could be misinterpreted to mean I am one of his followers of the atheistic variety and nothing could be further from the truth.
ReplyDelete"I find it hard to believe that I was one of your first followers. Can that be true?"
ReplyDeleteI say it as I remember it. When I feel the desire, I'll go back and try to figure out just where you came in (or you could do it for me). As for me having pre-existing beauticooopies of atheist followers, if my memory of the Iroquois language is correct, the word means beautiful, smart, personable, and always right, so I thank you.