Advice for handling women

Shamelessly stolen from a FB friend from high school. Lovely gal. And this is so true (though I've revised it just a little from her formulation):

Whatever you give a woman, she will make it greater to give to you.

If you give a smile, she will give you her heart.

If you give her groceries, she will give you a meal.

If you give her a house, she will give you a home.

If you give her your sperm, she will give you a child.

So you really should think long and hard before you give her any crap.

I'll be damned

Just heard this evening that Glen Bell, founder of Taco Bell, died. Minor interest, when I heard it earlier this evening.

But here's the weird part. I knew that McDonald's started in San Bernardino. Del Taco started in the area, I think, but I'm not sure (and it is mostly a SoCal chain, so safe enough bet). Also Baker's Burgers, a favorite chain mentioned on the San Bernardino facebook group I'm a member of, and still limited to the Inland Empire.

I'd heard the Taco Bell ads as a kid on radio and TV, but never went to a Taco Bell until after I went off to college. Went to the one on Mission Street in Santa Cruz once or twice. Okay, but not as good as Del Taco (of which there was one in Santa Cruz too, went there on our wedding night but that's a different story for a different time).

And now I learn, via the San Bernardino group, that Taco Bell actually started in SB. Damn, if only Ted's Shortstop had made the big leagues of fast food.

Okay, needed to escape the freako stalker manson dude

So a laugh. I picked up a cd set of Bob Hope's old radio show from the '40s. Good stuff. I love the way he works in some mild political zingers. A couple of lines from his show with Penny Singleton and Arthur Lake, from the movie Blondie:

Bob: "So you work well together?"
Penny: "Oh yes. The only thing we disagree on is politics"
Bob: "So you're both Democrats"
---
Bob: "Where's Baby Dumpling?"
Penny: "He's home doing his income tax"
Bob: "Oh, he's a Republican"

Amazingly enough, Hope had a fair amount of vaguely risque material on his show. After a line about some good looking Hollywood babe (can't remember which, too many mentioned in the show) walking past some wax mannequins: "Look, candles!"

Love you, Bob.

No seriously, WTF? WTF-ing-F-ity-F?

So now I happen on this ad:



Go AWAY freako Manson-spawn stalker dude!

This is seriously even worse than that freako Lady Gaga chick that's been stalking me (and is apparently now a Barbie, but I've been afraid to click on the links)

Is this the weirdest ad or what?

Pretty much everything on the innarwebs has ads now. I can deal with that. But this one ad that keeps showing up REALLY gives me the creeps.



That is one butt-ugly Mom.

So this facebook stuff rocks

Sorry, been far too busy working and trying to have a life and stuff to post here. Been spending my precious little free time helping set up a 35th reunion on FB. But just got friended [gack!] befriended by a guy I knew as a kid. Whose dad went to high school with my dad. Whose mom I visited while making the nostalgia circuit through NorCal and Oregon after my mom passed away (and which said friend's mom visited my mom shortly before my mom died because they were pretty close, even though said friend's mom had gone to high school with my dad long before he met my mom, but my mom was in close contact with many of my dad's relatives and friends). Are you confused? I'm not, but I've had years of therapy to figure out all the nuances.

WAHOO!

Congrats to new Daddy Bill!

Another Borders Run

Picked up this and this. Now to find time to watch.

UPDATE: Watched High Noon. Righteous. Oh, and Grace Kelly the Quaker lady? YOU GO, GIRL!

Singin' the Praises

So on one of my facebook groups, those we've lost from my high school, I posted on one of my favorite teachers.

She was a far left liberal from the 60s, an uber-feminist (though oddly, that didn't stop her from taking the surnames of both her husbands). She was a Van Osdel when I first met her (in an English class, 1973), became a Tubiola barely two months later (and her new husband was a way cool dude). Originally she was Patsy Nalley.

I sparred with her on politics and such for three years, in various classes involving English and journalism and related studies. And even though her politics were very liberal, her first and foremost goal was to have her students think for themselves. A true teacher, in the truest sense.

She passed away from cancer in 1994, at the far-too-young age of 52.

Pat, I love you to pieces. I hope there's an afterlife, so I can see you again, you uber-feminist-liberal wonderful lady.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Nice game, well played. Fuckers.

Go Ducks

Destroy those fuckers.