Impossible, not to laugh. RIP Tim Conway.
May 14, 2019 by 18 Comments
Tim Conway (Dec 15, 1933 – May 14, 2019) in The Elephant Story. I spent this evening watching old clips.
T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week
December 7, 2018 by 22 Comments
Photo by Michael Lane: Hippo butt bite from The hilarious winners of the 2018 Comedy Wildlife Photography Awards (Telegraph.com Nov 15, 2018)
Jerry Seinfeld: “This guy just makes me laugh…”
July 22, 2018 by 53 Comments
T.G.I.F.: Does this bird make my butt look big?
March 17, 2017 by 17 Comments
God @TheTweetofGod
July 19, 2016 by 23 Comments
“I’ve lost control of the situation.”
Notes: Quote Source – Beth @ Alive on all Channels. Photo: Tweets of God.
Opposite Day*
June 21, 2016 by 23 Comments
Notes:
- Source: This isn’t happiness
- *Opposite Day is an unofficial holiday, that is generally observed whenever it is declared, where every action is modified so that meaning is negated. It is usually observed among children, and rarely lasts an entire day. Once Opposite Day is declared, statements mean the opposite of what they usually mean.
Crowdfunding Smiles. Impossible, not to join.
March 31, 2016 by 19 Comments
“Coca-Cola Hired This Man to Laugh Really on a Crowded Subway Train in Belgium. It’s usually not a good sign when someone starts laughing maniacally on the subway. But riders in Belgium seem to take it pretty well in this new Coca-Cola ad. The agency, Gonzales in Brussels—working off the insight that “happiness starts with a smile”—wanted to make people laugh in an environment where they rarely do. So, they hired a guy to get things started. See how it went.”
Thank you Susan.
We want to Pump, You Up! (In 22 sec)
February 23, 2016 by 13 Comments
“8-month-old baby Hadley shows off a muscle flex with dad while getting ready for a bath. Now that’s cute!”
Inspiration: Hans & Franz – Pump you up from Saturday Night Live with Hans (Dana Carvey) and Franz (Kevin Nealon).
Thank you Rachel.
SMWI*: Everything is boring that does not happen in a chair
December 26, 2015 by 13 Comments
After the customary indulgence over the holidays, here’s Donald Hall, the 87 year old American writer and poet (and Poet Laureate), offering work-out inspiration. Think “Opposite Game” you played with your kids.
My trainer, Pamela Sunburn, works me out Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. She’s tiny and strong, four foot ten and a hundred pounds of muscle. If she had to, I’m sure she could carry my two hundred pounds slung over her shoulders. For half an hour each session she has me do cardio on the treadmill, squat with five-pound weights, lift tenners over my head and out from my sides, stretch muscles, stand up no hands with a beach ball between my knees, and do push-ups (as it were) standing against a wall. Exercise hurts, as well it might, since by choice and for my pleasure I didn’t do it for eighty years. (Once in my fifties I walked four miles.) […]
I sit on my ass all day, writing in longhand, which Kendel types up. Sometimes in a car I would pass Pancake Road, two miles away, and see a man walking his collie, the dog stepping out on his forepaws, two wheels harnessed to his backside. These days I no longer drive past Pancake Road or anywhere. I push wheels ahead of me instead of pulling them behind me like the dog. With my forepaws holding the handles of a four-wheeled roller, my buckling hindquarters slowly shove my carcass forward. I drool as I walk, and now and then I sniff a tree. […]
I went out for cross-country. As I did laps for endurance, I heard my eighty-year-old coach— the war had resurrected elderly faculty— mutter, “Truck horse.” My feelings were hurt. I worked on improving my style, but when I ran cross-country, agony rotated from ribs of one side to ribs of the other. I faked turning my ankle. […]
I have been told that as a baby I crawled up on a kitchen table and devoured a quarter pound of butter. I spewed it out quickly, and mouth-memory has endured in my distaste for yellow milkfat. Because it was so athletic to climb the table, perhaps my misadventure also led to my athletic malfitness. […]
Exercise is boring. Everything is boring that does not happen in a chair (reading and writing) or in bed.
~ Donald Hall, Physical Malfitness. Essays After Eighty
Notes:
- SMWI* = Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration
- Related Donald Hall posts: Which year was the best?
Dec 24: 64° F
December 24, 2015 by 18 Comments