Monday, October 31, 2011

One Last Stab at Halloween



Okay, fellow babies, here's a Halloween Quickie for you!

Ah, 'tis the season for all parents to go through their kiddies' Halloween loot to make sure there are no poisons, pins, or razor blades (as in the photo at the top of my post) embedded in the candy.

But you know something? I've seen people doing that since the early 1970s, and I think the paranoia is over-blown!

Read here and here, and see if you don't agree, at least a bit!


Okay, gotta run. I wanna post this, and there's someone knocking at my door...

A trick-or-treater? Don't be silly!


See? I told you I wasn't totally unreasonable!

Thanks for your time.

A Zero for Zorro!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

A BEVY OF CAPES, for Halloween



Before I do anything else, I want to commemorate the 125th "birthday" of The Statue of Liberty by posting this photograph of its sculptor, Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, shown here using his cell phone!

And now...


Today, fellow babies, in honor of Halloween, I'm posting a poem about some of the adults that like to "play dress-up." And since I often talk about Zorro, as well as other caped heroes... here's a love poem I call...

A BEVY OF CAPES




There've been a lot of Zorros,
Many actors who have played the role,
With capes of varying length.

These cloaks provide a bit of flash,
Or concealment,
Or in some cases,
Even a sort of majestic flair.

Mine provides all of that,
And then some.

It gives warmth
And protection from the elements,
And the symbol of my longing to provide
A cocoon...
Or other enclosure...
Even a world separate from all others...
And all of that
For only myself and my lady fair.

Worn by any other,
These capes are just an accessory,
An afterthought to an adventurer's costume.

In the end,
Just a piece of fabric...





But not mine.

Longer capes there may indeed be.

Warmer capes, too, perhaps.

Capes of thicker fabric
Or more costly material
There may be as well.

Mine, however,
Exemplifies the heart within
The man
Who dons the costume.

A heart that's pure,
And true,
And loyal,
A heart that beats solely for milady.

No other can compare,
Nor compete!

No other heart,
No other love,
No other lady.


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Any Freudian symbolism is all in your mind, by the way.

Thanks for your time.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

"David'Z RantZ" ~~ Children of the Corn



The Gates of Hell have opened, fellow babies, and the writing is on the wall!

Along with the ghosts, ghouls, and goblins associated with Halloween trick-or-treaters, the truly terrible element of this Halloween season has already reared its ugly head.

And the saddest part of this whole situation is that it's involved a close friend of mine! This is a woman whom many of my readers know... and thus, a woman whose name I shall hereby change for the sake of gallantly protecting her reputation from being smeared by this potential scandal!

I'll just call her... ummm... "Petsy."

"Petsy" (name cleverly changed to disguise her identity)

The other night, in the middle of an otherwise uneventful conversation, Petsy all-too-casually mentioned that as we chatted (I'm sorry, I can hardly even say this!), she was eating... candy corn.

That's right, freakin' candy corn!

And, supposedly, liking it.


Yes, I said "supposedly." Come on. No one really likes this crap. (And that's not just my opinion, either. It's a fact. I could easily give you dozens of links to internet articles that could prove it, but... ummm... I'm not going to.)

"You know something, Petsy?" I began, "It's proof that I'm a true friend when I tell you that learning this about you will not affect our friendship."

"Are you for real? What on earth have you got against candy corn?"

"You mean, besides the fact that it's The Confection from Hell?"

"Cute, Silver. I didn't know you were so passionate about your hate for a candy you shouldn't even eat in the first place." (Betsy... I mean, Petsy... knows I'm diabetic.)

"It's not real candy. It's not even real food. No expiration date on the bag, I'll bet. I believe it's made from some polystyrene-based compound, like Styrofoam."

"Silver, it says it's made from real honey... like myself!"

"They lie... but you don't."

"They don't lie! It's right there in the ingredients list."

I shook my head. "Forged documents for verification. Same goes for if they do list an expiration date on it. They don't have to cuz it's not real food. Don't be so easily fooled, Betsy."

"That's Petsy."

"Sorry."

"Did you know that candy corn is the only candy in American history that has never been advertised?"

"They can't advertise it, for the same reason they can no longer advertise cigarettes. It's lethal."

She continued reading. " 'Each year Americans consume enough Brach's Candy Corn that if laid end-to-end, would circle the earth 4.25 times.' "

"What they don't tell you is how many more times you could circle the earth each year with the candy corn that people won't eat, the stuff the kids turn down at Halloween. The bowl goes into the closet, and you know what? They bring the same damned candy corn out the next year, and the year after that, and the year after that...!"

"Oh, good grief! What a silly reaction! It's not as if I said that I liked those horrible Circus Peanuts..."

Circus Peanuts

*sigh* I may have to write a Part Two to this post, fellow babies...

(Petsy's quotes in the above story are 100% accurate... or only about 60-70% accurate. I'll let you know which it is whenever I decide for myself.)

Thanks for your time.

P.S. -- I should add, I'm not totally unreasonable, and may someday be persuaded...


Thursday, October 27, 2011

Whatever Happened To...??? -- A "Comical Wednesday" Post



Today's Comical Wednesday post is a quickie, but I needed to do something after not having a CW entry last week.

I'm not the only one who has these last-minute jitters, either...


Ever since I began blogging, I've tried to give my readers the very best.


And I haven't had the energy lately for any David'Z RantZ entries...


I mean, keeping up with a blog can be kinda depressing at times. And at other times, really depressing!


"Okay, okay, Fox! You're a Calvin & Hobbes fan! And say... Whatever happened to Calvin and Hobbes once the comic strip ended in 1995?"

Funny you should ask...




(But here's my favorite take on the subject...)


Now. If you miss my usual long-winded posts, fellow babies, and want something really lengthy to read, here is a fascinating ten-year-old article imagining the cast of Calvin & Hobbes as being "re-born," in a sense... in a movie called Fight Club!

Thanks for your time.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Another Day of Reflection



Well! Due to other pressing concerns, neither of my planned posts for Theme Thursday and my own Comical Wednesday were completed this week.

That's okay. It's only a freakin' blog, right?

At least I get to post this very brief entry in memory of my mother, Anita, who passed away in late 2009.

She would have been 94 today.

Happy Birthday, Mom, and as you always said, "See ya when I see ya."

Thanks for your time.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

The Return of "The Silver Fox's THRUST HOME Award"



Award drawn and "donated" by Skip Simpson,
based on a poster he found on the internet.

It's been quite a while -- over a year, actually -- since I've done one of these.

But first, the obligatory reminder as to what "The Silver Fox's THRUST HOME Award!" is all about:

Bloggers like to give each other awards. One of the drawbacks to these awards is that they're usually given with a set of conditions. Quite often, one of these conditions is that the awardee must "pass on" the award to a pre-ordained number of other bloggers, which has the unfortunate effect of turning the award itself into more of an internet chain letter than a true honor.

In response to this, I created my own blasted award.

One of my all-time favorite stories is Edmond Rostand's Cyrano de Bergerac. Cyrano constantly used the expression "Thrust home!" when fatally piercing an opponent during a sword fight. I've appropriated that phrase for... "The Silver Fox's THRUST HOME Award! -- Given to the Author of a Single Outstanding Blog Post."

And my rules for the award -- and the rules for its recipients -- are:

  • This award will be given by me, and no one else, and generally to only one recipient at a time.
  • I'll only give the award to those whose posts have truly "thrust home" with me, so even my best friends on the 'net might never get one.
  • The award will usually go to a post of what I deem to be of general import and interest, but that may be fudged once in a while to reflect my own biases. (My award, my stupid rules. Deal with it.)
  • There will be no set frequency for the giving of the award.
  • Theoretically, a recipient of "The Silver Fox's THRUST HOME Award!" may win once, twice... or 47 times! This is an award for individual blog posts, not for blogs!
  • Recipients would be asked to mention their receipt of said award on their own sites, along with a corresponding link to my own. And a little blurb on your sidebar -- feel free to copy and paste the graphic, of course! -- would be greatly appreciated.
  • Winners are not allowed to give this award to others.
  • Other than that, awardees are not asked to do anything else. You've already done it!
The latest recipient is (Clicking on the blog's bold-faced title will bring you to its latest post, while, as you've probably surmised, clicking on the title of the "winning" post will bring you to that post itself.):

1. Tino's Teasings, "For the Love of Daddy," October 17, 2011

This was my very first visit to this blog, which I found due to Tino's participation in the same dVerse Poets Pub prompt ("Taboo") which inspired my last entry. I'm not going to tell you anything about this chilling post beforehand. Just... read it. Congratulations, Tino!

Thanks for your time.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

"My Way?" -- A dVerse Post



The latest challenge from the dVerse Poets Pub is to write a poem on a taboo subject.

My subject is Anger... and it's only "taboo" in the sense that many of us are -- or should be -- afraid of what we're capable of when pushed to our limit. Like the "speaker" in my poem.

(And don't let the photo fool you. It's not about Frank Sinatra!)

Thanks for your time.

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My Way?

It was bad enough that you betrayed me.
Betrayed me,
And those who swam in the same muddy streams as I did.
That wasn't enough.
You put the lives of those I held dear in jeopardy as well.
And they were innocents.
I kept them safe,
No thanks to you.
But still...
You put the lives of those I held dear in jeopardy as well.
And that, I could not forgive.

My connections were vast, and they found you.
You could run, but you could not hide.
They found you,
And delivered you to me
In a vacant apartment,
Tied to a wooden chair.

They left us alone.
You were helpless.
Defenseless.
Do you remember?
Do you remember what I asked you?
"How does it feel?
How does it feel for you to be helpless?"

And you cried.
You cried like the weak little man you were inside.
And I weakened,
And took pity on you.

As soon as I turned my back to leave,
You attacked me with a knife.
The very same knife which I'd just used
To cut the ropes that tied you.

My right hand held your wrist,
The wrist attached to the hand that held the knife,
And my left hand found your throat
And I slammed you up against the wall
Until I saw the light in your eyes fade to black.

Every so often, I do think of you,
And the old line "Regrets? I've had a few" is sung
Until Sinatra's voice fades,
To be replaced by the old Tom Rush song...
Entitled "No Regrets."

No regrets at all...

Sunday, October 16, 2011

"YOU IS." -- A Poem, Kinda/Sorta


Due to encouragement (nagging?) from a couple of people, I decided to come back with a short poem, of sorts.

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You Is.


You is.

Not "You are."

"You is."

As in " 'You' is the third word in my favorite sentence."

"I love you."

Of course, that's only my favorite sentence when "you" is you.

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And remember, fellow babies, sometimes a poem is only a poem.


Sometimes.


Thanks for your time.

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