Writer’s block is a fancy term made up by whiners so they can have an excuse to drink alcohol. Steve Martin
Stephen Glenn “Steve” Martin (born August 14, 1945) is an American comedian, actor, screenwriter, producer, and musician. Martin came to public notice as a writer for the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour, and later became a frequent guest on The Tonight Show. In the 1970s, Martin performed his offbeat, absurdist comedy routines before packed houses on national tours. Since the 1980s, having branched away from stand-up comedy, Martin has become a successful actor, as well as an author, playwright, pianist and banjo player, eventually earning him an Emmy, Grammy and American Comedy awards, among other honors. In 2004, Comedy Central ranked Martin at sixth place in a list of the 100 greatest stand-up comics. He was awarded an honorary Oscar at the Academy’s 5th Annual Governors Awards in 2013.
Television has brought back murder into the home – where it belongs. Alfred Hitchcock
Sir Alfred Joseph Hitchcock, KBE (13 August 1899 – 29 April 1980) was an English film director and producer. Often nicknamed “The Master of Suspense”, he pioneered many elements of the suspense andpsychological thriller genres. After a successful career in British cinema with both silent films and early talkies, renowned as England’s best director, Hitchcock moved to Hollywood in 1939 and became a US citizen in 1955.
You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat. Fennel Hudson,
Fennel Hudson is a lifestyle and countryside author best known for his Fennel’s Journal series of magazines and ebooks and his Fennel’s Priory website and broadcasts. He is the resident countryside diarist for William Powell Country, guest blogger for Millican bags and Infinite Pie, and regular contributor to the Flyfishers’ Journal and Angling Times. As a broadcaster he has filmed with the BBC and Wilderness TV, and will soon be releasing a series of seasonal podcasts and films about the British countryside. Fennel’s motto is ‘Stop – Unplug – Escape – Enjoy.”
Just came back from walking my dogs, one of my normal tracks, up the hill, around the church and back down thru the graveyard and down the hill again. I have been doing this track nearly every morning since I moved back to the country, but this was the first time I have done it in the evening and I saw something really disturbing.
In the graveyard there was an embarrassing number of solar powered cemetery lights. I knew there were some in this graveyard I walk by and then thru, but I have just seen it early in the morning after they had been running all night so they are almost out of juice, a few here and there, but this time I went soon after sundown and discovered them all over this boneyard.
I am of two opinions of the dead, either you are dead and that is the end, or you have an immortal soul that is made up of the “true” you and it is no longer encased in the meat and bones of your body. Personally I hope it is the latter but it is one of these two options. (f the soul stays with your rotting, decaying cadaver, well that would be really screwed up and I would complain to management.)
So the lights are not for the dead, they are beyond caring one way or the other what happens on the plot of land that holds their corpse. So the lights are for the living, and what a mixture they are, all colors, all styles and shapes. (I will wait here while you click on this link that I found googling Cemetery Lights). Angels and crosses seem to be really popular, although I saw some flowers with fiber optics that I did not see in my brief search of lighting accouterments for the dearly departed last resting place.
Now I am not much of a graveyard person, I find them interesting for the history they represent and for a genealogical researchers resource they are probably pretty important, but besides that to me they are just a really big waste of space that could be growing veggies or something equally useless like a golf course; at least someone would be getting some use of them.
The person is dead so they don’t need a light and most times I have visited a graveside with a relative it has been in daylight hours when you can check and see if the caretaker is doing his job and mowing the grass and not chipping the headstone with the mower. If a person is going to graveyard at night it is probably a bunch of kids with a six pack of PBR or a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20 wearing Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath t-shirts.
If the trend continues at the rate I have seen it will not be long before every tombstone comes with a solar panel and a computer chip that can be programmed to show any number of things on an array of light emitting diodes (LED).
I myself am not going to be buried, it is the crematorium for me, up in smoke as it were, so my daughter will not have to decide if Dad’s headstone should have the multi-colored light show with words popping up like I am writing them (If so I hope it types out knock knock jokes) or should she go with a set pattern of Dad as a cartoon caricature alternating between Disneyfication, Marvel Superheroish and Simpsonized.
Please people we have enough light pollution and cheap crap out there, keep the gardens of stone free of this kind of sentimental sensationalistic junk. Let the kids drinking cheap beer on Uncle Oscar’s grave have a little bit of privacy.
Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself. I loved the dim, clammy dark of my tent, the cozy familiarity of the way I arranged my few belongings all around me each night. Cheryl Strayed,
Cheryl Strayed (born September 17, 1968) is an American memoirist, novelist and essayist. Strayed’s personal essays have been published widely in national magazines and journals and have twice been selected for inclusion in The Best American Essays. She won a Pushcart Prize for her essay “Munro Country,” which first appeared in The Missouri Review.
Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar. Drew Carey
Drew Allison Carey (born May 23, 1958) is an American actor, comedian, sports executive, and game show host. After serving in the U.S. Marine Corps and making a name for himself in stand-up comedy, Carey eventually gained popularity starring in his own sitcom, The Drew Carey Show, and serving as host of the U.S. version of the improv comedy show Whose Line Is It Anyway?, both of which aired on ABC. Carey has appeared in several films, television series, music videos, a made-for-television film, and a computer game. He has hosted the television game show The Price Is Right since 2007. He is interested in a variety of sports, has worked as a photographer at U.S. National Team soccer games, is a minority owner of the Major League Soccer team Seattle Sounders FC and a member of the WWE Hall of Fame. Carey has written an autobiography, Dirty Jokes and Beer: Stories of the Unrefined, detailing his early life and television career.