Six Ways to take a vacation without leaving home REPRINT

From The Bayshore Independent June 25, 1980

Summer vacation is almost here, but with the cost of gasoline dizzyingly high and sure to go even higher, many of us will have to get used to the idea of enjoying a vacation without going anywhere.

All is not lost, however.  You don’t have to go anywhere to have a ripping good time in High Suburbia.  Here are a few suggestions on how to have fun this summer without setting foot off your own property.

  1.  Watch television  Remember, standard TV fare gets a little worse each season, so summer’s the best time to watch it.  Glut yourself on reruns before the new shows are aired in the fall.  Find out what you’ve been missing all year. I once sat down to an evening of television.  I sat through several hours of shows I had never seen before and have never seen since.   I am a better person for it.  TV watching can be a family activity, however much tastes may differ.  Don’t argue.  Each night, let a different member of the family choose all the programs.  Everybody else is honor-bound to watch; no copping out allowed.
  2. Let the house go to seed.  So many suburbanites, if they don’t go anywhere during the summer, feel obligated to spend all their leisure time fixing up the house.  Why not save all that work for the fall, when it’s not so hot outside?  Why sweat blood toiling over paint-scraping, shingle-sanding, and lawn mowing?  Just for a change of pace, sit back and watch the place deteriorate.  Let the weeds conquer the lawn.  Let the paint peel.  Let the kids’ toys lie where they fall.  Let the neighbors complain.  Indoors, do the same.  Wash dishes only as needed; the others can wait patiently in the sink.  Give the vacuum cleaner and the dust cloth a vacation.  Don’t make the beds.  Do your laundry only as a last resort.  You can make a regular game of ignoring the laundry.  The rules are simple:  No washing clothes until all the clothes in the house are used up.  You’ll be surprised at some of the things you’ll wind up wearing.  So will your friends and in-laws, but to hell with them.  Come  autumn, the family can rally and clean the property from top to bottom.  Meanwhile you’ve reasserted your rightful authority as owner of the home.  Too many suburbanites allow their homes to own them.  Property must be taught a lesson once in a while.
  3. Get drunk.  Who said you had to spend your summer vacation sober?  If you’re not going to be driving anywhere, what’s to stop you from getting smashed any time you please?  I”m not talking about your genteel cocktail party drinking that goes on in suburbia all year; nor do I hold with furtive, private drinking.  I’m talking about above-board, two-fisted overt debauchery.  Order a keg of beer, set it up on your lawn, and have the neighbors over for a bash. Set it up like a frat party, with chugging contests and other inane stunts which these stockbrokers and insurance execs haven’t tried since their college days.  Let all vestiges of middle-class decorum dissolve in a welter of Schlitz!  If a fight breaks out, so much the better.  Two unarmed drunks never seriously hurt each other.  If the party’s a success, nobody will remember who was fighting.  All they’ll remember is that you showed them a good time and they owe you one.
  4. Hold political coffee klatches.   Traditionally, local election campaigns don’t heat up until September; but that doesn’t mean you can’t get the jump on everybody else.  No politician can resist an invitation to a coffee, as long as you can guarantee a roomful of potential voters.  But what if you’re not the least bit interested in local politics?  What if you despise all the people who are?  If you find politics unbearable, you can have even more fun with a coffee than people who are obsessed with politics.  Simply invite a like-minded crowd and scheme to make it hot for the politicians.  Admittedly, this is a low sort of recreation at the expense of others.  So what?  The purpose of a vacation is to relax, and there’s nothing more relaxing than to act out the aggression  you’ve been suppressing all year.
  5.  Eat.  The money you save by not going on vacation can be squandered at the dinner table.  Forget about your diet.  When was the last time you sat down to a real feast and stuffed yourself until it hurt?  You can always start jogging again in September, when the weather is cooler.  Revel in steamed clams, corn on the cob, ice cream, barbecued ribs, hot dogs and hamburgers, cold soda and lemonade, watermelon and Italian food.  Belch loudly.  Have seconds of everything.  If you eat a big enough dinner, you’ll be too sleepy to be bored afterward.
  6. Gamble.  If you’ve got the bucks, but still want to be a good citizen and conserve gasoline, blow your wad at the poker table.  If you’ve already bought your groceries for the week, and you’re saving money by not driving your car and not painting your house, nothing’s to prevent you from playing acey-deucey and matching the pot on a king-three split.  To be sure, it’s agony when you lose; but it’s ecstasy when you win.                                                                It’s easy to have fun.  All you have to do is drop a few inhibitions.

I love Nothing Studdies!! REPRINT

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[Editor’s Note: Now I can’t post a picture. I could post a picture ten minutes ago. Now I can’t. If you don’t hear from me any more, it means my head has exploded.]

From April 5, 2019

I amb so hapy i swiched my majer “to” Nothing Studdies it is grate!! and one of the Profesters he sayed the cool “thing abote Nothing Studdies is yiu woont nevver get no job so yiu Wil has to stay in Collidge four the “Rest” Of yore life”!! Wel that Is grate becose Work it blows and whoo whants Some stopid job anyhow?? it is mutch moare Impotant to maike Socile Jutstus than Work!!

To day in “class” frist we played whith Play Doe and then we roled “on” The flore and then we seen “a” Car Toon and then we hadded a De-bait whoo wood win In “a” fyhght beatwean Spyder Man and Acqua Man and we lernt Nothing at all!

I know wat al yiu Racist Biggits out thare yiu “aregoingto” say,, that “Joe Collidge he is a toetle waist of Spaice”! Wel you willl al be Laffing out “the” Other Syde of yore Faice when all us Interllecturals we come “out” and voat for Beato or Alexander Whatsername or (I hoap!!!!!) HILLARY!! and thay get to Be Pressadint,, yiu whil not think “That” is So Funny!!! Ha-Ha-Ha on yiu!

And now i has got to Go Studdy so i whil be Reddy for the Prestilential Electoin in Octoeber or wenevver it Is.

[Great–it lets me post that stupid picture of the eyes…]

 

Some More Bird Antics

A few more bird antics.  Gee, they are really clever!

Budgie Balances on His Ball

Thanks to Unknowable for finding this clever little guy.

Dave No 8

RATS DRIVING CARS

Click on the WATCH ON YOU TUBE ABOVE and you can watch this video.

Thanks to Unknowable for finding this.

Violet Crepuscular vs. Joe Collidge (‘Oy, Rodney’) REPRINT

Oy Rodney – Lee Duigon

(Editor’s Note: We had no Internet on Friday, not till suppertime, so there was no Joe Collidge post for that week. He threatened to break his toys unless I gave him some space.)

From August 11, 2024

 

I amb Out-Rayed!!! Imadgine!! Plublishing some stopid Rowmants insted of Socile Jutstus!! {Paragraph blacked out]

Didjiu sea “that”!”!” Thay sensered “me”!!! This heer it “is” toetully Crayzy!!!!! You doughnt senser Pro-Grestives!!!!!!!! Evvry boddy knows That!!!!!

[Enter Ms. Crepuscular. ‘Out, damned spot’ to Joe. ]

Introducing Chapter DCCXL of her interminable romance novel, Oy, Rodney, Violet Crepuscular, The Queen of Suspense, has a bit of a fume.

“What does he mean, taking some of my space and giving it to that blithering idiot?” she demands. “Hello! Hello! I’m trying to write a novel here! Mr. Pudding and his newts–what do they care for inane American politics?

This was the chapter, she declares, in which we were supposed to find out what some of the June Taylor Dancers are doing in Scurvey Forest–and what Lord Jeremy Coldsore and Constable Chumley are going to do about it.

“I am going to hunt down this Joe Collidge nincompoop and have Mr. Pitfall break his arms!” Ms. Crepuscular writes. “How’s that for higher education!”

Missing Dog Found

This is really funny.

One for the Birds REPRINT

From May 9, 2023

These birds are smart! They dance to music, although their taste in music is questionable. They throw stuff around to make a mess. And I love the parakeet talking to himself as he tries to do I-don’t-know-what with a toy cannon.

Gotta wonder about some of the folks behind the camera, though.

A Few Products That Didn’t Quite Make It REPRINT

 From August 16, 2016

I know it’s too early to be talking Christmas shopping. But there are always birthdays, anniversaries, and other occasions for buying presents for your loved ones.

Here are a few gift ideas that never really caught on.

The Fire Ant Farm. This was just like a regular ant farm, only with ferocious and painfully-stinging fire ants. It was supposed to make the owner look cool. They had to take it off the market because the ants kept getting out and raising hell.

A Special Beer Stein for Weight-Lifters had a 20-pound weight fixed to the bottom so that every time you took a swig of beer, you got your exercise. I’m not sure how this product came to fail. I think it was because sometimes bad things happened if you chanced to drop it.

Toothpaste Sandwich Cookies. If you were afraid that Oreos, for instance, would cause you to develop cavities, replacing the vanilla cream filling with a popular brand of toothpaste was supposed to allow you to enjoy your snack while at the same time passively brushing your teeth. Alas, the taste and the digestion became issues.

Sticky-Soled Shoes. The idea behind these was to let you pick up and remove dirt, dust, and pet hairs from your carpet without having to vacuum. Just walk around as usual, and at the end of the day, simply remove the detritus from the bottoms of your shoes. I am sorry to say they made these shoes way, way, way too sticky, with unfortunate results (including injury to the wearer when he tried to take a step but the shoe wouldn’t budge). Sort of like the classic practical joke of gluing someone’s flip-flops to the floor. Worse, some ill-advised customers attempted to use Sticky Shoes as a way to climb up walls, again resulting in injury.

So there you have it. These products aren’t on the market anymore, but there are probably others just as bad. Let the buyer beware.