A very Merry Christmas to all of you fellow NNers.

We're definitely on Santa's naughty list.

I haven't heard this old gem from Ringo Starr for a long time:


And yes, it sounds real close to something else.

I forgot to put up a blog yesterday.

I won't lie to you...

My mind was elsewhere.

Friday morning, I started to hop into my morning shower ans stopped dead in my tracks.

NO HOT WATER.

I called the leasing office:

Closed until January 2nd.

I called the emergency maintenance number:

I'm still waiting on a call back from them.

It wasn't a total disaster. I had heat, I had electricity. I had food that wouldn't go bad. I had the internet, t.v. and a library of movies I could watch.

My personal hygiene didn't suffer either. I've been camping enough to know I could boil some water and 'freshen up'.

Finally, I thought I'd try something else to fix my problem:

On Saturday, I emailed the leasing agent... I mean everyone checks their email nowadays, right?

Sunday morning there was a knock at my front door.

It was a plumber, sent by my leasing agent. He wanted me to check my hot water. Everything was great.

I didn't immediately hop in the shower, but it wasn't long after, believe me.

I thanked the plumber and sent a rather flowery email to my leasing agent thanking her as well.

Lesson learned?

As Mr. Spock would say:

"There are always alternatives."

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I have a good friend who stated yesterday that Donald Trump is "Not my president'.

I don't like Trump myself. However, he IS the president.

I told my friend that, although I agree with him as to the man, I would still take a bullet for the president, no matter how I felt about him personally.

To me, it's about respect for the office. Period.

Of course, if I really had to take that bullet and didn't like the guy, I'd find a way to tell the son of a bitch what I thought of him as a human being...

either right before or right after.

I recently re-watched the 1968 movie: Monterey Pop. It was filmed in 1967. It is famous for all of the 60's performers: Janis Joplin, Canned Heat, The Mammas and the Pappas, The Who, Simon & Garfunkel, Jimi Hendrix.

Most of the performances live there were so-so. The exception was by Ravi Shankar. He was brilliant and received a standing ovation after his performance.

Don't know who Ravi was? Think sitar. He was the master of that sound and influenced a lot of musicians in the late 1960s, most notably the Beatles.

He passed away in 2012 at age 92, but his sound will live on forever.


R.I.P. Ravi, and thanks somuch for the music.

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I had originally made a pun about having sex with the dead and using an outhouse in the winter...

both thoughts leave me cold.

The odd thing is that when I typed in the word for having sex with the dead, all that showed up in the finished product was a bunch of x's.

Odd to see censorship on NN.

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Music has always been there to express your feelings. Good times, bad times, there's always a song that matches your mood.

Example:


This tune got me through a rough patch in my life.

Now, if we can only get rid of those pesky people who get drunk and claim that every song is theirs.

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This potential blog has been cut off today because I have to go out and clear 4 inches of snow from my car so that I can make it to work on time.

Oh yeah... there are 1-3 more inches of snow due this evening.

Another reason to dislike Mondays.

It's pretty sad when the ads surrounding this blog are seemingly getting more action than I am.

This is some of the funny stuff they played on the radio when I was a child:


We made our parents laugh for a while, then drove them crazy.