Of George Carlin, 80s Music, Telepathy, And Wendy’s Milkshakes...

I'm gonna go for a different approach with this blog - so pardon moi as I attempt to "stretch my wings" a bit and experiment.

George Carlin has passed. Knowing his trademark style and insightful humor into the human condition, he would likely answer to that "where?". But all in all, I gotta give Mr. Carlin some credit. No, make that lotsa credit. The man was second to none as far as comedy is concerned (yes, even better than Seinfeld). I realize that humor is relative but George Carlin had his pulse on the human condition with uncanny candor and insights. Pair such with a rapid fire wit and delivery and BAM! (to borrow from Emeril) - One of a kind. And irreplaceable. I hate it when the icons of the "old guard", the so-called role models of my youth (now presently more akin to roll models) pass on into the indecipherable horizon. George, ye shall be missed. And you too, Tim Russert.

After playing a score of various atypical 80s pop tunes earlier today, I just gotta say - what the hell happened to that high energy zeal that seems to embody so much of the sound? That's one zeitgeist I miss. Yes, even if your personal world and the one outside of you is going to pieces, a chipper, energetic tune can help salvage the moment. I like melancholy and "dark" (not evil) music too at times. But the sheer fun element that permeates throughout much of the 80s music I remember is the bees knees. Sure, at times it reeks of over processed synthetic cheese. But hell, I am sure there is a place in the grand cosmic scheme of things for even a sappy song such as "Don't Worry, Be Happy". Personally though, I can't stand that song.

Telepathy is cool - when it works. After hangin' out with Siona da Kitty for a couple hours, we tried a few exercises. No doubt in my mind - there's definitely "something" there. Hey, if Mr. Spock can perform mind melds then so can I!

Wendy's has been teasing and tempting me for weeks with its new commercials featuring Frostee Milkshakes. Afters some resistance, I capitulated and satisfied my urges. In other words for the laymen and laywomen (ha!) among us, I just had to have one. After driving a small jaunt to Cape May Courthouse (no Wendeez in Wildhood, boo-hoo), I scarfed down a combo meal and built up some anticipation for the "grand finale". I ordered the large milkshake and down the gullet it went. Final verdict: tasty, vanilla, expensive. And now it's back to Wawa milkshakes.

The final curtain is now falling, folks. Be sure to come back again for the next performance, in a luncheon cafeteria near you.