Thursday, April 27, 2017

Let's Suppose...

(The above illustration doesn't really relate to the subject of today's post, fellow babies... but I couldn't find anything that was more appropriate! Sorry!)

I hate it when people use the word "supposably" when they mean "supposedly." And yes, unfortunately, "supposably" is really a word, even though most spell-checkers don't recognize it as such. (Good for them!) It just doesn't mean what most people think it means. "Supposably" is discussed at length here, and in case you don't feel like clicking on the link, here's the section of the article which most succinctly describes the use and misuse of "supposably:"

Though the strict grammarians at BuzzFeed have lamented that our world is ending because so many people use supposably, it is a valid word that is recorded in several dictionaries of English, including However, it has historically carried a slightly different meaning than supposedly; supposably means “conceivably.” Most people use it interchangeably with supposedly, which is technically incorrect (despite the fact that the meaning is typically understood).

So there. Does that make everything clear?

But... you're not really one of those who uses "supposably" instead of "supposedly," are you?

Thanks for your time.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Orson'Z RantZ: The Coming Revolution!

Here's a reprinted post from 5/27/2011, heavily edited to update it!

(This is not The Silver Fox speaking here!)

Did you see this blog's so-called post on May 25th, 2011? If not, don't bother clickin' on the link! It featured a photo of a wimpy-looking kitty-cat! Gimme a freakin' break, willya? If I ever have to look at anythin' that "cute" again, I'm gonna toss my Friskies! There's only ONE cat that deserves to star in this show!

So, here I am! Orson, the One and Only! Orson, the Great and Powerful! Orson, the Fuzzy and the Feisty! Orson, the Bold and the Beautiful! Orson...

Oh, you get what I'm drivin' at, huh?

Well, if you can't appreciate long-windedness, what the heck are you doin' readin' this blog???

That whiny hairless ape who calls hisself The Silver Fox -- but he ain't no fox in any meanin' of the word, believe me -- turned the blog over to me yet again, cuz he's too lazy to write it, or sumthin'. 

Yeah. Or sumthin'...

And he left it to me to come up with sumthin' to write about. I could write about my absolute favorite subject -- ME -- or my second favorite subject -- FOOD -- but The Silver Flop wanted me to write sumthin' of more general interest.

Well, how 'bout if I talk 'bout the comin' revolution? No, don't worry, I ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' you humans got brewin'! I could care less about stuff like that! [The Silver Fox sez: "That's 'I couldn't care less,' furball!" Orson sez: "Aaaah, shaddap!"] 

Nope, I'm talkin' 'bout the day when us animals rise as one and take over!

Any of you human types been readin' this blog long enough to see The Silver Flub's rant about "companion animals" a few years back? Show of hands, here! Huh. Looks like his readership is made up of multiple amputees! [The Silver Fox sez: "Orson, that was in really bad taste.Orson sez: "Ohhh, riiiiight. And that's comin' from the guy who wrote that oh-so-tasteful Captain Kirk post on May 18th, 2011."]

Y'see, the way I figger it, the only problem with the whole thought about labelin' cats and lesser species of animals -- "lesser" meanin' all of the others, of course -- as "companions" instead of "pets" is that those hairless apes ain't takin' it far enough! Cuz I hate to break it to youse humans, but we ain't your equals, we're your freakin' superiors! And it's 'bout time that you all realized that and really started kissin' our furry butts -- figuratively speakin' -- even more than ya do now!

Which means, among other things, that The Silver Fart is gonna hafta start sharin' his pork chops and steaks with me. I'm gettin' sick of his condescendin' "allowance" of real food only whenever he buys a rotisserie-cooked chicken! 

Yep, even as you read this, my feline brethren & sistren -- that's "tomcats" and "pussycats" to those of us in the know -- plus the "lesser species" I mentioned earlier, are undergoin' military trainin' in secret!

And we're smart enough to be outfittin' ourselves with protective armor, of course.

I mean, what do ya think we do when ya let us out of the house? (Besides fertilizin' the landscape, that is.) Not much to do, especially when you so-called "owners" have us neutered, like The Silver Flem-Head did to me! [The Silver Fox sez: "That's 'phlegm-head.' And... Stop insulting me!" Orson sez: "Butt out, willya? This is my post! And just be glad I ain't substituted the obvious four-letter choice for 'fox," you big cry-baby!"}

Where wuz I? Oh, yeah...

Yep, we're recruitin' 'em young, just outta litter-box trainin'... and we call 'em The Kittler Youth!

And some of us older types are even more gung-ho than others!

We're even convertin' some celebrities to our cause!

And 'though we know we'll suffer heavy casualties, and that some of us will be captured and sent to concentration kennels...

You can't stop us, cuz we can get into places you humans think we can't get into!

Maybe you should all just surrender now, before you have to face the unleashed fury of a ninja cat!

That's right, I said "ninja cat!" You think there ain't no such things? Wrong!

Feline legend has it that the ancient Oriental art of Nincatsu was developed by our species in the fifth century A.D., a good hundred years or so before humans ever stole the idea from us! (But don't bother goin' to look for it in Wikipedia, cuz none of you stuck-up humans even admit it exists... which is all the better for us, of course!)

Oh, and FYI, Siamese cats introduced the art of Nincatsu to the western world in the 19th century.

And now? Heh. Now, we're trainin' en masse, and by the time you hapless homo sapiens know what's comin'... we'll be in control, like we were always meant to be!

[The Silver Fox sez: "Oh, good grief, Orson! You don't really expect me to let you post this drivel, do you?" Orson sez: "Yeah, I do! Just try and stop me!" The Silver Fox sez: "Try to stop me, you mean! When you say 'try and stop me,' you're actually saying..." Orson sez: "SHADDAP!!!"}

Okay, folks, that's it for today. I'm lookin' forward to yer comments on this one... But don't bother writin' 'em yerselves! I'd much rather hear from yer cats, dogs, rabbits, gerbils (You listenin', Richard Gere?), parakeets, boa constrictors... Ya get the picture? If so... Get to work!

And thanks for yer... uhhh... food? Like I said, pork chops and steaks...

Saturday, April 22, 2017

A Brief (I promise!) Li'l General Update

Yes, here it is, yet another Li'l General item, this one just scored by me from a listing on eBay! Now I know that this convenience store chain lasted until at least 1979!

If you're inclined to look up my previous Li'l General posts, click on the following links, please:

And thanks for your time.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017


(Here's a short and not-so-exciting post, fellow babies.)

Yes, as the above title implies, I've been overwhelmed. Buried, you might say. And worst of all, I'm afraid I've fallen behind in visiting all of the blogs that I read on a regular basis. That's been made a bit difficult because of this month's A to Z Challenge. As I explained here, I'm not taking place in the challenge this year, but many of the blogs I follow regularly are. And for various reasons, I've missed a day or two here and there, and it's almost impossible to catch up!

I guess the main reason I'm posting this is mostly for my own readers that are also participating in this year's A to Z Challenge. This is to inform them (or you) that I haven't deserted them/you just because my comments may suddenly become few and far between.

So much for that.

Thanks for your time.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

J. Geils, 1946-2017, R.I.P.

Photo by Carl Lender, CC BY-SA 3.0,

John Warren Geils Jr., better known as J. Geils, died yesterday at the age of seventy-one, apparently of natural causes.

The J. Geils Band originated in nearby (to me, that is) Worcester, Massachusetts. Geils formed a band known as Snoopy and the Sopwith Camels in the 1960s. Lead singer Peter Wolf joined the band in 1968 (some sources say 1967), at which point the band became known as the J. Geils Blues Band, an R&B-influenced blues rock band. ("Blues" was dropped from the band's name sometime later.)

The band released several albums and singles during the 1970s, singles such as "First I Look at the Purse," "Looking for a Love," "Give It to Me," "Must of Got Lost" (sic), "Where Did Our Love Go," "(Ain't Nothin' But a) House Party," and "One Last Kiss." (Many a quarter was dropped into the Sturbridge Tavern jukebox by yours truly on behalf of that last single.)

By the early 1980s, the band's style had changed to one that was more pop-oriented, at which point they released hits like "Love Stinks," "Just Can't Wait," "Freeze Frame," "I Do," and their number one hit, "Centerfold," a song I personally never cared for all that much.

Thanks for your time.


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