My Sick Mind

Who remembers "The Flintstones" theme song? [hand raised].... When you're with the Flintstones, You'll have a Yabba-dabba-doo time, A dabba-doo time. We'll have a gay, old time! [Wilma!] Well then, that was 1960.   A time when the word 'gay' meant happy.  If that show was produced today, the theme song wouldn't be exactly the same.  Words change their meanings over the years.  In the early part of the 20th century, making love to a woman merely meant wooing her.  Later, it would mean something completely different.   The melody of "Deck the Hall" is taken from "Nos Galan" ("New Year's Eve"), a traditional Welsh New Year's Eve carol published in 1794. There are plenty of examples of the word meaning "carefree," until the mid-1970s.  Perhaps it had a secret double-meaning?  An unspoken, implied meaning that was only included in hip publications and books - with a sly wink toward the...

 How can it cost less to mail me the ticket than it costs to print it at home or hold it at Will Call?   

Since you're still with me after Sunday's post, I'd have to say that there isn't anything else I could write that would offend you, so I'll just go after one of the more mundane topics rolling around my head.   Comcast (or Xfinity as they like to be known, for some reason) recently raised my cable bill $30. (Mine and everyone else's).  This immediately followed an incredible offer they extended to me to bundle-up my Internet with my television and telephone.  For the record (if there is one) I do not have a land line telephone, and I'm not particularly interested in having one, but their sales pitch included the phone, so it's part of the deal. The rate increase negated the incredible deal, and more importantly, made me think more than twice about the luxury of paying for television. It hearkened me back to the days when television was free.  Circa 1980, cable television invaded my neighborhood.  For the bargain price of $9.99 a month I co...

There's something on my mind, and since the title of this blog suggests that I let it out - here it goes.   If you're offended by sensitive topics, click here to be sent someplace where your needs can be better met.  Otherwise, read on.   I wander around the Internet.   It's what the Internet is for - wandering.  I stumble upon things that perhaps I shouldn't stumble upon, but so ... It's the reason we have fingers and free will.  One of the things I have stumbled upon in my travels is a web site devoted to homosexual men and their experiences with other men.   One of the interesting activities they indulge in is using their tongue on another man's anus.  I am as liberal as the next guy, but the practice of licking another man's ass isn't something that remotely interests me.   The problem I  have with it is that I do not associate it with the idea that men can be sexually attracted to other men.  I know th...