A month’s end look at the good, the bad, and the ugly from Rudy’s Ruminations.
Well gentle reader(s), it’s the end of the month again. And you know what that means, right? Time once again for old rudyblues to get out his horn, wipe the spittle off the mouthpiece, and blow for all he’s worth! I’m out of breath just writing that last sentence. I think it was the exclamation mark.
We all know February is the shortest month of the year, with only, let’s see, 28 days (yes, I was reciting the little poem, just like you were). They even gave it an extra day this year, so I think it should have felt a little longer, but still, where did it all go? I was just shaking the last of the glitter out of my hair from that outrageous New Year’s hat they made me wear, and I look up, and here it’s March already. Well, I’m really just shaking it out of my Andy Rooney eyebrows, since I’m bald as a billiard ball (nature’s choice, I just finished the job), but you get the drift.
So let’s use some of those nifty stats thingies that the WordPress folks so kindly provide and see what happened in February. Remember, statistics don’t lie. No, really, they don’t. Believe me, I’ve suffered through these stats.
I’ll also bring you the most popular posts from the past month’s ruminating so you can have one more opportunity to ignore them. Golden Oldies we like to call them, because Leaden Oldies just doesn’t have the same ring.
And once again, I’ll spotlight some of my beloved follower(s) in a perhaps futile attempt to get you to show them some love. Come on! They deserve it! They put up with me in their Reader.
Hey, it’s rudyblues here, reporting to you from the Hillbilly Township Civil Defense Association’s Leap Year Bunker, in beautiful downtown Bugtussle. In an overabundance of caution, we convene here every four years or so to brush up on our Civil Defensing and to wait out the Leap Day threat. Damn commies!
You may wonder why we choose this particular day. Outside of the fact that we only have to do it every four years. Well, you can never be too safe, what with all the commercial air flights and surveillance drones and inter-continental ballistic missiles running around that may or may not know that it’s NOT the first day of March. What better day to launch an attack!
The ashtray, the paddle game, and the remote control, and that’s all I need
A classic question, revisited: what are the five items you must have on a deserted island?
Well, I guess I’m going to some deserted island somewhere. Thanks Daily Post. Are you going to maroon me on the island of my choice for this Daily Prompt? Or do I have to take the island that I’m dealt? I’d prefer one with a recently closed but still fully functional Michelin 5-star restaurant, if you please. If I had my druthers.
You are on a mission to Mars. Because of the length of the journey, you will never be able to return to Earth. What about our blue planet will you miss the most?
Gaia to the Greeks. Terra to the Romans. Earth to Westerners. The Big Blue Marble to the Apollo 17 crew. The Third Stone from the Sun to Jimi Hendrix. Back on Terra Firma. Mother Earth will swallow you, lay your burden down. What will I miss most about you?