Saturday, November 15, 2008

The Best of Advice...

Back in the day, well actually the days before I was even around, my dad had a racehorse.

He said the horseracing game was definitely a learning experience, and they don't call it the sport of kings for nothing. He kept the horse at a cousin of his' stables and my dad's horse was the only one that won anything so he was about the only paying customer and they milked him for plenty.

Anyway... along the way he met a lot of colorful people.

One day before a race, he was visiting with a fellow named Rube. While they were talking, the jockey came up to Rube and asked him... "How do you want me to ride your horse?"

Dad told me that as he'd be around the various owners or trainers, they'd all try to give the jockey some jewel of wisdom about their pony. "Start him out fast, then let him rest a bit, and then when you get to the last hundred, give him what fer!" or "He's a closer so don't use him up too fast."

Everyone had just the key to winning, if only the jockey'd listen and perform as tasked.

The Jockey looked at Rube and my dad said this was an exact quote of the instructions that Rube gave him. He looked him straight in the eye and said, "Take the lead and steadily improve your position."

My dad admitted to me that this was the best advice he'd ever heard on the track.


Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Do you think that you are better
really better than the rest
realize there's a problem
I know that you can give your best

Answer to last lyric: Toledo by BTO.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

No Accounting For Taste...

This is probably long overdue, but alas... I had to wait for people to forget about it before I thanked these two...

First off... I have to thank Train Wreck. Why? Good question. I wondered that myself when I began this post. After all... she continues not to wear shoes, won't watch my video links, and gives me a hard time every chance she gets. Not to mention that she boosts my ego by saying things like when she's here she's more thankful for her husband than ever.

But there was this one time... well... she gave me a good backhanded compliment. And who doesn't like being slapped around by a girl every now and again? lech <-- *infamous lech smilie* Anyway... she's an artist, or in her case "artiste", and she was nice enough to give me an award of her own making. Notice the strong masculine line... the handlebar moustache... the... oh wait... that's Rolly Fingers. Crap.

Ok... well look at the other pic... the narrow shoulders... the weak jawline... the pot belly... the legs looking like he's got to pee... yup. That folks... is me. Or at least her rendition... and she wraps it all up into an award so that I have to accept it. I mean... what am I going to do? Refuse her? *sigh* So... I guess I'd better thank her, after all... she did go through the effort to pimp me out. ewink

Next on my shi... erm... list, is a little blonde cutie. Well... as cute as somebody about to get married can be. She'd be a lot cuter if she was hopelessly in love with me, but I digress... Anyway... She held her yearly contest over at her blog, and the prize for knowing the answers was a basket of goodies, or a personal post. I was all about the swag naturally, but then she wanted to know my name and address. WTF? If I'd want you to know my name and address... I'd put it in the "About" section of my blog. In fact... I might even put an about section ON my blog... so do you know what she did? SHE LIED ABOUT ME! Yes... I know! Of all the nerve... calling me interesting like that. And humble? Moi? I'm so humble I brag about my humility all the time!

To top that all off... she wrote, and I quote, "But knowing that there are kind and capable people like LL out there makes me feel a little better about my chances." Wha? Kind? Capable? Those words she keeps using... I do not think they mean what she thinks they mean...

But alas... I guess... I'll just have to learn to live with this constant misrepresentation of me and my reputation that I've worked so hard at these past few years. Oh the burdens I bear...

Thank you ladies... and be sure to erm... go check them out. lech


Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

On most nights,
the shimmering lights

were all that I needed,
to make me feel alright...

Answer to last lyric: Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth.