Functionally ReTodded

Here are a couple of amusing youtube links that are floating around that slay me.

This first one is President Lyndon Johnson talking with one of the Haggar brothers ordering some slacks .  It gets awesome around the 3:30 mark.  Can you imagine if our presidents these days made calls like this?  It’d be a better world I think.

The next one comes from a seemingly harmless public service announcement from the early 80’s I think.  It also spotlights the moment that Henry "The Fonz" Winkler’s career exploded in a ball of uncomfortable lingo.

Enjoy.

FRT

I have been complaining over the last four or five months about writer’s block.

Then today, I heard a writer / podcaster that I enjoy say he had writer’s block.  When asked by the person he was interviewing what caused it, he said:

"Writer’s block comes from not writing every day."

So there you go. The answer to my writer’s block is writing every day.  Only not being able to write is what writer’s block is.

So I guess the point is that I need to make a point to sit down and write something every day, even if it’s horrible or not interesting.  (As if I could possibly do that). That, dear readers, is what I plan to do.  I may not post every day, but I plan to really try to write every day.  Maybe I need a suggestion box where my readers (LAB and Hoss and Madsapper are the only ones I know of ) give me ideas.  Just a topic or story or something and I can write about it.

So that’s it. Oh, and I plan to reduce my beginning sentences with the word "So" by at least 20 percent this year.

My gift to you.

Mazel tov.

Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick.

Oh the huge manatee even.

Right on the heels of the death of a great American , I find out today that we’ve lost another great American:

Here’s a snippet from newsobserver.com:

"Glen W. Bell, Jr., the innovator and entrepreneur who tapped an unsated hunger for Mexican fare as Americans discovered fast food, creating Taco Tia, El Taco and in 1962 his signature Taco Bell, has died. He was 86.

Bell, who had Parkinson’s disease since 1985, died Sunday at his home in Rancho Santa Fe, north of San Diego, the company announced. No cause of death was given.

"We changed the eating habits of an entire nation," Bell said in his 1999 biography, "Taco Titan: The Glen Bell Story."

While this was informative, it in no way conveys the magnitude of the impact this man and his creativity had on American culture.  Thanks to Mr. Bell, we were able to see, in our lifetimes:

• The forty nine cent taco
• Mexican combo meals containing oceans of Grade D food meat at almost no cost.
• A burrito called "The half pounder" that cost $1.99
• The Fourth Meal.
• Yo quiero, Taco Bell.
• The Taco Bell / Long John Silver’s combo restaurant.
• That coin drop thingy where you drop a quarter in to win food that costs fifty cents.
• Eagerly but welcome bouts of torrential diarrhea.

Mr. Bell, you made Del Taco your bitch.  Further, you brought joy, gluttony and cardiovascular disease to a country eager to burst at its collective seams.

I don’t blame you.  I thank you and I embrace your visioneeritude.  You sir are the kind of man that they should make Miller Lite commercials about.

After all, you are were a real man of genius.

I think I shall treat myself to some of your tasty, filling and innovative fare.

FRT

p.s. Whichever lackey thought up the Taco Bell drive-thru diet didn’t convince me.  Even I, one of your most loyal customers, know that’s a bucket of crap.

(But I admire that fella’s moxy.  At least a little bit).