Charlie Sheen isn't so bad

This only works for people who've watched Soul Train, a show that started in the 1970's and ran for 35 years. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul_Train Hosted and produced by Don Cornelius, I describe it as American Bandstand, but with people who had rhythm and could dance. I mean no disrespect to Dick Clark, but a high rating for a song because it "had a good beat and was easy to dance to" just indicated the white kids on stage weren't very talented dancers.

Anyway, so Martin Sheen says of his children, "Emelio is a good boy. And Charlie isn't such a bad boy. The real black sheep of the family is Afro Sheen."

You see Afro Sheen was a product From Johnson Products advertised on Soul Train every week.

Maybe you had to be there.

Slogan for Charlie Sheen

New slogan for Charlie Sheen: "I'll burn that bridge when I get to it."

One of my old lines

The difference between Dr Pepper and Mr Pibb is Biochemistry. If Mr Pibb hadn't flunked Biochemistry, he'd be a doctor, too.

This belongs on a T-shirt!

I ordered the first 2 T-shirts today that have things I wrote:

Think Globally
Act Locally
Go Hang Yourself

and

Take it with a
grain of
GESTALT

I need to decide if I want to sell them on the internet.

I also need to decide what other things to say.

I smiled just now

I performed 6 minutes of stand-up comedy tonight. It wasn't very good and I was the (something like) 15th out of 17 performers. The crowd had gone; only comics were left. It's tough to get those guys to laugh.

While browsing the web tonight, I thought of something I wanted to post. And so I came to this site and saw the two pictures of Starbuck I'd put up after he died. Despite the fact I miss him terribly every day, I smiled instead of bursting into tears. He would have liked my funny idea, too. Or, at least, he would have *pretended* to like it, just to humor me. He was a very good audience for comedy material. If his spirit is nearby, he'll be laughing when he reads this.

I saw an ad for Oxnard College in Ventura County (Southern California). I thought, "The way to get your Oxnard is to rub its belly."

Starbuck would have enjoyed the silliness. And then we would have played.

Starbuck (4/9/1997-11/26/2010)

Various of my pages feature pictures of my Cardigan Welsh Corgi, Starbuck. I have a collection of his photos on my Facebook page, Starbuck photos on Facebook

He may have been the most beautiful dog this world has ever seen. Not just his looks, which were extraordinary, but his sweet and loving nature.

"Black Friday" was really a dark day for us this year. On the morning after Thanksgiving, we had to put Starbuck to sleep. Even now, a month later, when I write words like these, I want to shout to our veterinarian, "Stop! Don't do it! Don't kill our boy!" But I can't un-do what's done.

I wouldn't, of course, even if I could. It was the right decision. I know if we'd asked Starbuck, he would have said, "I want to love you and make you happy forever. I don't care about the pain." But we loved him, too. We couldn't let him suffer.

His ashes and a little clay paw print are 6 feet away. I don't pull those things out when I want to talk to him. I just talk to the place I know he'd be sitting if he were here.

Playing Doctor's Office

I went to see the doctor Tuesday. The receptionist said, "He's running behind." I said, "I know all about that. I had to start taking Imodium."