Layng quietly in fields

Layng quietly in fields
Glstening lights

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

A pun-ch in the gut always makes me laugh.



Today's Tids Issue 3.402
Opening Stuff:

 “I put my Grandma on speed-dial. I call that Instagram.” Thanks to The Tids favorite Punster for getting the morning moving with punny wordplay.,

For the first time around here yesterday, it felt like summer. Yet there was still a bit of breeze that soften the normal dog day feeling of still, sultry hot days typical of Mid-Augusts past. Yet, the air did smell a little different, as birds sang a little softer; bunnies moved slower in the early morning shadows. It wasn’t record setting, suffocating heat, but we all knew it was different. Maybe it was the “muggies that did it. Well that’s about it for summer for me.

OMG, yesterday we received our first 2016 calendar! Does that mean that we missed Christmas?  Or is the left trying to divert attention way from that special day of Christ’s birth by fucusing secular materialistic romp called New Years day. That’s how ISIS does it, just when you think you’re winning, they drop a bomb where you least expect it. 98 shopping day’s to Christmas. It may be commercial, but it keeps ted a alive.

The NLRB yesterday ruled unanimously against the idea of unionizing College football players. What a mess unionized student athletes would have been. As much as the real purpose has been lost in seemingly widely accepted the idea by many that the very expensive colleges are primarily a deserved right of passage, and a place to play sports, in reality it is still known as higher education. And the purpose is l-e-a-r-n-i-n-g! Unionizing athletes would have put even more undo emphasis on an activity that should be at best a diversion from the main purpose of colleges.

The Question:
What music group was on the first ever Compact Disc (CD)? And, what was the song?

The Headlines:
--Death Total Growing In Bangkok After Bomb Blast At Popular Tourist Location.
--State Department Recovers 18,000 Hillary Emails It Said Didn’t Exist.
--IRS Reveals Much Larger Theft Of Taxpayer Data.
--CNN Poll: Trump 25%, Jeb 13% Are 1-2 Favorites Among GOP Candidates; In Addendum To Poll, 67% Of Repubs Think Trumperoo  Is Bad For Party’s Chances In 2016.
--Army Rangers Pass First Two Women Into Ranks Of Elite Group.
--US Soldiers Pressed In to Duty Fighting California Wildfires; 50 Homes Destroyed In Hardest Hit Idaho.
--Russia And Iran Want Assad To Join Them In Ending War In Syria.

ISIS is the trendy terror group of the moment, but don’t count out al-Qaida. The media has a tendency to alter priorities through their emphasis on news events, but the fact is that the Osama generated group is larger and in more important positions of power throughout many countrues worldwide.

A person this morning asked me, “How is your summer going?” I answered “Same as winter, I just wear different clothes.” I don’t measure happiness by seasons, but as I mused to myself about this I realized that there are people who aren’t enjoying life so much at any given moment. It may be emotional interruptions, or perhaps ongoing chemo or tragic human events. So, I like to take a step back from my own euphoria, and feel for all of those who are just having abad day, ot week, or month or year.

If I say jeb Bush Trumpets out new plan on Societal Security, can I say Trump Bugles out plan to defeat ISIS at the walls of Jericho. Or something like that?

Did you see where Bob Woodward said that the Hillary emails are worse than the Nixon tapes?

In New England, those chocolate or multi colored sprinkles that go on ice cream are called “Jimmies”?. I’ve been told by kids that the word Jimmies has been banned in schools as a way to describe the tasty morsels, as it may be injurious to kids named Jimmy. I’m proposing to the state legislature that my nick name not be used as another name for male organs.

Whoever invented Knock-Knock jokes should get a No-bell prize.

In case you are interested, RI grown potatoes are at farm stands again. The little reds melt in your mouth.

Russian, Iran and Syria sounds like the WWII Axis all over again.

Red Sox pitchers seemed to be pitching with a little more confidence lately when they had an outfield that could actually catch batted balls. That is, until yesterday when the stone hands Ramierez returned and let in 5 runs with a little league misplay. It  destroyed a pretty good first outing for a rookie pitcher. The management feed the fans big bats, but the game needs fielding and all around play. Bring back the Killer “B’s”. Sorry rest of the country for the home team rant.

The Parking Lot: Chapter 10 continues…
  The youthful couple was barely out of sight from the tribal summer camp, when they brought their horses to a halt, and leaned towards each other to kiss. The kiss lingered, longer than usual. They were still at the point where they were nervous about all seeing elders who could be anywhere at any point, But their hunger for each other was growing. This long kiss was their first reckless act.
  Their lips parted, but their eyes didn’t. Finally Masetta spoke.
  “You are quiet today, Richard, is something wrong?”
  He paused for a while and she looked at him, lovingly, patiently. “It’s you, Elizabeth, I can’t stop thinking of you. All my days I think of you. When I sleep I dream of you.” He stopped and looked at her beauty, her small body that was so perfect to him. “Yet when I’m with you now, I don’t what to say, because my words will not be good enough, be beautiful enough as you. Be as perfect as a moment like this”
   She laughed and reached up an grasped his hands. You are so silly Richard. “We can just live for each other, and not say a word, and we will understand.”
  Her words just like her being thrilled Richard, and just as he started to dismount, they both turned to see what the rush of noise behind them was.

The Answer:
ABBA was the forst musical goup to have a song burned onto a CD, and the Song was The Visitor. 1t was 1981.

Check out this First CD promotion:

And here is the Music (Sans Voices):


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