It is just another day in the life of this planet we call Earth.

Iowa Republican have set a date for their presidential straw poll. I don’t know much about which GOP candidates will be considered but I do have some opinions on straw.

Ninety percent of me says I don’t like straw when it gets down the back of my shirt. Seventy percent of me likes to lay down on straw when there is nothing else available, say a nice, comfortable King Size bed. As for the ability to build a quick fire, 99 percent of me thinks straw is a pretty hot commodity when you need fire.

More Republican news, see, I can be ambipolitical if that is such a word. This story says Harry Reid is upset with Republicans over earmarks. I knew some Reeds once, spelled with two “e” s. And no, it’s not the Reeds as in the one my cousin married. And it’s not Reed of  Reed and Roger, more cousins. I don’t know if the Reeds I am talking about were the Harry Reids or Reeds but I seem to remember one of them was hairy.

As for earmarks, I think Americans have the God-given right to mark their ears in any manner they want. Why I am so worked up about it, I am going to get a felt pen and draw a scary-looking happy face to mark on my ear.

How you like them apples? Is that a scary-looking happy face or what? Is that a pink tongue? I’ve had Pink Tongue before. It’s not like Pink Eye, it’s more like Pepto Bismol. Pepto Bismol, North Dakota. Wouldn’t that be the best town ever?

Gazillionaire and Dallas Mavericks owner with way too much time on his hands Mark Cuban is exploring the replacement of the BCS system with 12-to-16 team college football playoffs . Cool.

Finally, the Democratic Party is expected to soon pick a site for the 2012 Democratic Convention. Politico reports that the choice may be down to two: St. Louis and Charlotte, N.C.  I’ve been to St. Louis several times and  have never been to Charlotte, but I’d like to visit that area. After all, Charlotte is only 90 or so miles from Mount Airy, N.C. , the birthplace of Andy Griffith, the most entertaining country bumpkin ever known. The comedian explains through the eyes of a bumpkin the spectacle of a football game in the recorded comedy bit: “What It Was, Was Football.” Tw0 bunches of angry men gather and get pretty danged excited over a pumpkin.

 "One bunch got it and it made the other bunch just as mad as they could be!

Friends, I seen that evenin' the awfulest fight that I ever have seen in all my life !!

They would run at one -another and kick one- another

and throw one another down and stomp on one another

and grind their feet in one another

and I don't know what-

all and just as fast as one of 'em would get hurt,

they'd take him off and run another one on !!"

If I was the benevolent blogger that I should be, I would perhaps provide a recording of the routine. It is funny as all get-out. Get out? What is get out? When you have “all get out,” just how much get out is that?  Get out! But I am not. I mean, I am not disposed at this time, or any, to provide a recording of “What It Was, Was Football.” Sorry, I am hungry and need to start dinner, light a grill, prepare some hominy and corn tortillas. Ummm, ummm. Have a nice day.