Multi-Posti!

Jeep Commando Blogging

Boring topic for most, but I swear that this Jeep is a laugh riot. Sure, the women and children scurry when the Commando rolls by (not kidding, it happened again today), but our adorable friends in their precious Toyota Priuses (is that the plural?) in opposing lanes actually pulled over when I drove by. That got me to thinking…

My favorite Jeep is thirty-one years old now. Where will the Precious Prius be in thirty years? Will there be replacement batteries and generators? Will they be in museums? Will they show up on the block at Monterey or Christie’s?

I.think.not.dot.com.

P.S. Dear Jeep, Please build me a new Jeepster. Not a Liberty, not an “urban transport pod,” a real-deal Jeep. Take the body off of the Wrangler Unlimited (the wheelbase should be just right) and install some rakish bodywork in its stead. What more do you need to know? Trail Rated. Just do that, okay?

The “I Have A Scream” Speech

This is already a tired subject, but I have received a request, so here’s a link to the compendium of Dean scream remixes. You’re welcome (for what it’s worth).

By the way, the compiler is a Dean supporter. So if you thought I was a right-wing knucklehead… well, um, never mind.

The Gospel According To Job

Okay, not Job, but job. I need a job. Any job that pays above stock clerk wages, please. My Beautiful and Talented Bride™ (she now officially hates that term, by the way) made a funny “joke” to the visiting Unofficial Mayor of Fairyland that she would divorce me if I didn’t get a job soon.

Always making with the “ha, ha.” My belly aches (but not from laughing, as you might expect).

Captain Kangaroo

When I learned at the age of maybe three or four that Captain Kangaroo’s real name was Bob Keeshan, that solidified it. I had already heard from the guy on Sesame Street that Bob was short for Robert, so when I heard that the funniest man on teevee (behind Soupy Sales of course) was also named Bob, I decided to change my name as well.

Sure, when I was in trouble my name was Robert, but from that day forward I was to be known as Bob.

…and Mr. Moose’s perennial Ping Pong Ball Joke was much funnier than the one in Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert.

Goodbye Mr. Keeshan. Thank you for all the fun.

Your pal,

BOB