Author: Dick

Scientists continue to unveil studies that a hypothesize a little drinking can be good for you. We are still having to wait on whether any correlations can be made between a healthy life and the all fried food diet. Links between drinking wine and healthy living actually made the year’s top diet stories, according to the Associated Press.

Our scientific minds are on the right track. But they do need to draw some solid conclusions about the positive benefits of drinking and a healthy body so we may shout it from the mountain top: “Drink More!”

Of course, we must put in a qualifying statement that drinking too much and driving is a no-no. It also is generally understood that drinking too much of anything — alcohol or not — is usually not very healthy for the bod.

And since most of you know what great fondness this blog has for conceited mannequins, we must also warn that actions such as this shocking news sent by our alert friend Suzie in Arkansas are something that should not be tolerated whether we are drinking or not drinking.

One positive aspect of the holidays, especially New Year’s, is the marathons of various syndicated television reruns. Among those I watched over the weekend were episodes of “Seinfeld” and “Twilight Zone.”

All the “Seinfeld” episodes were good but my favorite played during this marathon was “The Voice” episode. It involved the quandry Jerry found himself in: Giving up a funny voice that he and his friends were doing or having his girlfriend leave him. I mean, the answer is obvious isn’t it? The girlfriend has to go. What I’ve always liked about “Seinfeld” is the sub-plots. Each of these were hilarious.

I had not watched any “Twilight Zone” episodes in quite awhile. I saw two last evening. One featured a very young William Shatner who is a newlywed obsessed with a penny fortune-telling machine. The other show was about an airliner in 1961 flying through a time warp, first the pilots see dinosaurs, then they decide to fly back through the warp and with fuel running low they have to settle for New York in 1938. Although I like some sci-fi, I am not what you would call a big fan. I did, however, like the “Twilight Zone” because of its quirky situations and well-timed suspense.

Sometimes, it is cool to visit the past whether it be through a TV program, a picture album or reading a book. I don’t think I would permanently want to be transported back to the 1930s though.

Wide awake into the morning of Jan. 1, 2007 and I see not a lot has changed. The death count for U.S. troops in Iraq hit 3,000. A peter_king/12/31/week17/”>pro football star was killed in a drive-by. And, the Supreme Court wants a raise. (well, who doesn’t?)

But good news also can be found. Scientists may help contain Mad Cow disease by … oh well, you read the story. Turkey is celebrating the meeting of the Islamic and Gregorian calendars. Also, those of us who are reading this are alive. So that can be good news.

It is my prediction that this year we shall see both good and bad news. The same can probably be said for 2008 as well. On that note, I say: Happy New Year and don’t take any wooden nickels.

Adios ’06, don’t let the door hit you in the butt on the way out!

A new year is upon us (finally) so it seems like a good time to throw out the old saying and ring in the new saying. I thought of Douglas Adams because I watched the movie “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” yesterday. It was the first time that I had watched the movie even though the book has long been a favorite. It wasn’t a great movie but it had its moments. I thought Marvin the Paranoid Android was probably the best character of the bunch. But then again, I suppose that I identify with depressed people (or robots).

I have no intention of blogging in the new year, so I shall bid adieu to 2006 and to what shreds of enjoyment that it brought me. 2007 has to be better or I am in a lot of trouble.

Oh, I almost forgot. I looked back at the previous series of retired sayings and realized that I had skipped No. 11 so that would muck up the entire series insofar as numbering goes. Well, no worry. I’m not going to change things just because of a little omission. It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you. Actually, even if it bothers you I don’t really care because it doesn’t bother me. That’s the way this blog works. I am master of my domain!

“Out of the way, wretched tootsie. Make way for a REAL beauty.

Someone once asked: Why conceited mannequins? Well, no one actually asked me about the vain mannequins. But I am sure someone at some time somewhere somehow asked such a question — in some way. Isn’t it possible?

Mannequins, while sometime appearing whimsical, most times bleed narcissistic blood. It is their job for the world to be about them. They have no other purpose in life other than saying: “Hey look at me!” Or perhaps, “Hey look at me and the great duds I am wearing!”

In their plastic world, superbia is not one of the Seven Deadly Sins, for their world has no right and no wrong. Neither does their world have any logic, reasoning or compassion.

Why conceited mannequins? Why not? Give me a reason or give me your money. You may even give me both although you cannot give me a reason through PayPal. You can, ahem, give me money through PayPal.