Sunday, January 04, 2015

Now that was lucky. I took the Panthers. Over AZ. Did. Nothing else seemed to make sense. Of course, sense isn’t always my thing.

As a matter of fact, senseless is.

Take for instances my calling the Fox and Friends CURVEY couch the Kirby couch. I did that in a couple of posts. The other day all three of the hosts of the program spent several seconds of their segment enunciating curvey  and Kirby.

As much as I would hate to admit it, only once did Brian and the curvey middle co-anchor ever say curvey in a manner that I heard it. Only once from each, they all sounded like they were saying Kirby.

However. I got the point. It ain’t Kirby couch.

But it does beg the question – well, two questions really. The first concerns the American English. Enunciation isn’t really that bad, maybe, and my hearing isn’t all that bad at the last checkup.

That second question, disregarding the English enunciation, is: Who did make that white thing anyhow.

(Stuart Scott; ESPN. RIP, Sir. Well played, well fought and extra-humanly lived.)


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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