Not YOU, Arnold… we’re not related, thankfully. But I’d trade you a bag of brown rice for some of those muscles just so I could beat my head in on occasions such as this. I actually lost a chunk of a nice post earlier today thanks to making that silly issue of having a few in progress on WP and my laptop dying before I saved or the auto-save kicked in. It’s no trouble to rewrite stuff, but I hate having to redo posts because they always come out differently if I’m doing them on the fly and not working from notes. Anyway, between that and me generally being a wee bit too busy to keep up with my inbox today, I’m throwing this up as a diversion while I get my brain synched to do some rewriting. Ready? No? Oh well…

Has any D.J. opened or closed a set with this tune?

Just asking, folks…

What is it about the 1970’s and fruit in commercials? Between my pal Big Fig, Grandma trying to write a letter with the produce section and a class full of singing bananas, it was a mighty tasty time on the tube, huh?

And no, Franken Berry, Boo Berry, Crunch Berries or any other loopy “Froot”-flavored cereal with or without hard crunchy berries doesn’t count. Unless it’s Raisin Bran or the drinking man’s special, Raisins, Rice & Rye.

Did anyone ACTUALLY buy a Wang way back when? I’d be embarrassed to walk into a store NOW and ask for one. But I’m easily embarrassed by a lot of stuff these days (usually things I write, mostly). And hey… what the hell… that’s Big Fig in DISGUISE in that Wang ad above! Hmmmm, it’s full circle time, I guess… so thus endeth this post, folks. Back to the grind…