Leveraged Intelligence

5 Hour Jimmy Leg Solution

Now, every so often, I get the Jimmy Leg at night and Carol has to kick me out to the couch or go herself.  Do you really think this stuff would help me?

This guy had a great comment on the 5 Hour Energy drink reviews:

normally, by 1:45pm i start to get the heeby-geeby’s, the jimmy leg,cold flashes and profuse sweating, around two, i usually take 2-3 key bumps of decent quality Pablo in rapid succession, this takes care of the temp. extremes, then around three – three thiry, 2 keys of blow with 4 keys bone white smack from Wan of Chinatown. this gets me to the train, the train to my house, then i chase the dragon for the rest of the night. now last week, i swapped my first two keys of blow with 3 bottles of pomegranate 5 hr stuff. works well up to my three thirty speedball(s) Then WHAM! im working circles around anybody near me, i can answer ANY crossword puzzle q’s and at the same time, flip a morgan dollar across my knuckles on my right hand! All this while doing Electrical work in a heavy industrial setting. This stuff turned me into a process control ”GURU”. The nights arent as good as the daytime, but hey> we work for the weekend right? thats another article altogether. Tank you Innovation Ventures, LLC. youve got a customer for life, you can do a study on me, too if you give any of the pomegranate away for study, send it this way!
Read more: http://www.rateitall.com/i-863544-5-hour-energy.aspx#ixzz0xeOoUc2C

Human Response to the Mind Control Attacks

Like so many human responses, it solves nothing – but it makes our followers feel better.

I’m About to …

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

– George Bernard Shaw

I am tired of being reasonable.  It is getting me nowhere on too many fronts.  So, I’m taking GB Shaw’s advice and …

With deep gratitude to Deb Eschbaugh and her daughter Jennifer … because this perfectly brought a focus to what I was thinking this morning anyway!

We May Have Taken a Wrong Turn …

This Just Popped In, Hot Off the Presses

REST IN PIECES!  Final resting place shown in picture above

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.
Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was considered a very smart cookie, but wasted much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Time Travel Revisited

Of course this would come in AFTER our piece on time travel.  The irony isn’t lost on me.  Then again, now that I’ve found it, maybe I can go back in time to the earlier piece and use this!

Just a Question

Did this blog just seemingly spontaneously heal itself?

This is becoming suspicious!

Laughing ‘til the Tears Roll Down

There is cerebral humor, the type that you really enjoy, the type you comment upon, the type that often makes a point and makes you think.  Then … there is humor that goes so immediately to something so primitive, so deeply seated, that all you can do is laugh ‘til the tears roll:

Carol Burnett, Tim Conway, Harvey Korman – they were masters of this.  Enough said, for here is another of my favorites from their show.  Enjoy:

Gentle Humor: Frank and Ernest

One of the beauties of ripening like a fine wine – also known as aging – is the growing appreciation of gentle intelligence.  We have spoken a bit about religion and Christianity lately, but I think it is in the small everyday things that we find peace accomplished, not just in the sanctuary.

Gentle humor isn’t a bad place to start.  Some think that humor must be cutting to be intelligent.  They would miss the intelligence of a Johnny Carson.  And … they would miss the quiet gentle humor of a Thaves.

Humor

Good Humor: a cheerful and agreeable mood.

Humor: The quality that makes something laughable or amusing.

Above, you see Baby aka Dolly.  Baby was  Carly’s comforter, her companion, her reassurance.  A cold when she was six months of age cemented the relationship.  A little terry cloth doll that has meant EVERYTHING to this family.

Let me tell you a story.  We took a trip to Kansas to visit my parents one summer when Carly was little.  Baby was, of course with us.  After the visit, we were traveling to Disneyland, so the folks took the long trip (well over 2 hours) from Abilene to Kansas City so we could fly to LAX.  Part of the trip there is over the Kansas Turnpike, with toll booths at either end for no apparent reason other than it was originally set up as a speedway with a speed limit of about 80 mph as I recall and no one stopped collecting money when the speed limit became uniform and the Turnpike just became another part of the Interstate Highway.  Anyway, I digress.

At the airport, it was awhile until our flight, so we settled in.  Carly wanted to snuggle up with Baby – or Dolly, which she was also called – only to find that … gasp!!! … Dolly was nowhere to be found!  In a panic, we called with my cell phone to the Kansas Highway Patrol, since the folks had no cell phone back then.  But, try as they might (and, they did try!), they did not intercept the folks at a toll booth.

Now, we had to get on the flight.  Panic.  We had a small girl quite distraught.  We had a child in bad humor!!!  That means we were all in bad humor.  It was not looking good.  Life was NOT funny!

Well, the planes had just put in phones.  When we calculated the folks should be home, we called them and were able to get in touch.  Mom immediately prepped the ragamuffin and I don’t know if she put Dolly in the mail immediately, but that little rag doll made its way to Disneyland express mail!  You should have seen Carly when we unwrapped that little terry cloth being at the Disneyland Hotel!  Good humor restored BIG TIME.  Laughter!!  Life was once again fun and funny.

And, now we return to the topic.  Humor is centered in the child in us really.  Humor leads to good humor and vice versa on a two-way road.  It becomes more sophisticated, sure, over time, but to really get what is funny, it isn’t a matter of analysis.  Like Carol says, if you have to explain it, it ain’t funny.  It is that return to the immediate perception of the child within, that unfiltered response that has tears rolling down your cheeks.  THAT is the playful creativity engaged in by the Einsteins of the world.  Paradoxically, it is where you find humor that the serious work is done, where the plow digs deep.

And … it’s where daughters are happy.

PS In case you noticed, the face of Dolly looks a bit different from the first picture to the second.  Well, our dog chewed off the first face!  As Carol informed Carly, “It’s bad!”

So, Supermom kicked into gear and took a backup Pink Dolly and did one of the most amazing feats of surgery ever.  She did a face and head stuffing transplant!

I love that woman!

This piece is part of the continuing Blogger’s Consortium series with simultaneous posts on the topic being done by Anu, Ashok, gaelikaa, Ginger, Grannymar, Helen, Judy, Magpie 11, Maria and Ramana.  I can hardly wait to see what they have done with this topic!