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| April 2, 1997 |
Get It: 102 |
Vol. 1, No. 57 |
IT WAS A JOKE!: You can take
your nose away from your terminal now! ... 'course a few
people might be out lookin' for work now ... after lightin'
up at their desks ... in jail after smokin' on the metro
... at least you'll remember the day next time! ... it
was kinda sad ... the biggest jokers of all played their
own version of an April Fool's joke ... they didn't do
anything ... everythin' they said was suspect ... you
kept 'em in front of you at all times ... at one point
I thought one of 'em was playin' a joke on me ... but
he was serious ... come to think of it ... I wonder if
someone else was playin' a joke on him? ... hmmmmmm ...
speakin' o' jokes ... Mother Nature played her own version
... our weatherman had said no rain 'til Tuesday ... that's
why we stained our deck on Sunday ... less than 6 hours
after staining we had a torrential rain ... which turned
to snow Monday night ... can't tell if any of the finish
is left or not ... the winds blew down some tree branches
'n shorted out our electric lines in the neighborhood
... the evenin' was gone as well ... maybe tonight I'll
get to see if I have to do the job over again.
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MORE ON THE PUPPIES: Beware
... the following story contains graphic descriptions
of "adjustments" made to pure-bred dogs ...
which brings to mind another whole set of questions ...
like how come we have to modify the dogs from their original
form to make them worthy of showin'? ... they're not good
enough straight out of their mother? ... we gotta fine
tune 'em? ... who started this stuff 'n why? ... I'll
bet I could find out surfin'! ... maybe that's what I'll
do this weekend ... 'stead o' workin' in the yard ...
HA! ... anyway ... wifey-poo 'n best friend headed off
to a breeder's place last night ... the new puppies needed
their tails clipped 'n their "do" (or is it
dew) claws cut off ... that seems kinda rude to me ...
these guys are two days old 'n we're choppin' 'n hackin'
at 'em to make 'em purty ... 'course the two ladies have
tasted blood so this new procedure's nothin' ... a little
forceps to clamp the tail at the right spot ... twist
it right off ... no knife ... no stitch ... viola ...
no tail ... maybe Lorena Bobbit should have studied this
technique ... the claws were the same thing ... I still
don't understand ... it's like cuttin' off their thumb
... I'm glad I wasn't born with a tail! ... at least they
didn't have to trim the ears up!
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COUPLE O' REMINDERS: This comin'
weekend is the start of Daylight Savings time wherever
that's practiced ... unless you're in Arizona ... before
you go to bed on Saturday night turn your clocks back
an hour ... 'n your VCR ... 'n your television ... 'n
your clock radio ... 'n your beeper ... 'n your car radio
... 'n your microwave ... 'n your coffee maker ... 'n
your computers ... (unless you've got one o' those fancy
jobs that knows all 'bout Daylight Savings 'n it does
it itself ... it's really weird ... I think I'll stay
up 'n see how it does it) ... 'course then there's my
fine stove ... with no knob on the clock ... I'll have
to get out the Vise Grips to set that bad boy ... lemme
see what else is there? ... I'm sure we'll find out when
whatever it is goes off inappropriately an hour late ...
the other thing ... I'm givin' ya 3 weeks notice on this
one ... Professional Secretaries Day is the 23rd ... I
guess if your secretary is unprofessional ya can ignore
her ... does this count Administrative Assistants? ...
whadda ya get guy secretaries?
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"One of the greatest myths
of all time is that others want to be treated like you
want to be treated - how many of you like sharp sticks
in the eye?" -- Mikey, Thinkin' Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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