I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is 23 Surprising Things You Can Get for Free.

Doug Templeton: Today is Thursday and that means bad pizza night. Rumor has it the current vender is going out and a Pizza Hut is going in. This would have been a nice change, however, as luck would have it, it’s happening after I leave. We do have a Subway here, but it is literally in the back of a van that is parked outside the Post Exchange. Of course, all the…

I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.

WORDS

A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day, 30,000 to a man’s 15,000.

The wife replied, “The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men.

The husband then turned to his wife and asked, “What?”

My name is Jeff Hess and I’m a biblioholic. I own hundreds of books. Not valuable books, mostly Science Fiction paperbacks and text books, tomes rescued by the bag from library book sales. A few years ago, in the interest of not burying myself, I began reading more books from the library and taking notes. My electronic chapbook was born.

This is a passage I copied from Story: Substance, structure, style and the principles of screenwriting by Robert McKee.

Story is not life in actuality. What happens is fact, not truth. Truth is what we think about what happens.

As teenage boys during World War II
we stood on the edge of the dance floor,
hands in pockets, feigning nonchalance,
debating the merits of girls jitterbugging
with each other ― squabbling about why
we wouldn”t approach any one of them..

Height, weight, attitude were discussed.
No one mentioned we were afraid of
rejection, or none of us could dance.

Today, congress wrangles over
power to manage a war, supporting
troops, and consequences of deadlines.
No one admits fear of blame for failure,
or not having a clue about what to do.

Who could have known we were
learning to be politicians way back then.

From Progressive Education by Ken Duncan.

After that, we were forbidden to watch everything
except the Captain and “I Love Lucy.”
Yet, when Dad returned from business in Chicago,

I heard him tell Mom how police beat the kids
under his hotel window, and I knew whatever it was,
that vague, distant war had finally come.

From First TV in a Mennonite Family by Julia Kasdorf.

I’m constantly tossing interesting websites into what I call my blogpile. Some of them find their way here in the form of regular posts, but more often than not they languish and get buried deeper in the pile. The end result is that I have to go back and do a bit of shoveling. Today’s item is xkcd A webcomic of romance, sarcasm…

RN Clara Hart: I must have passed him a dozen times in the hallway. A handsome but tired-looking man, dark hair, although more gray than black, casually dressed. Never too far from the ICU doors or the ICU waiting room. Always standing by the windows, notebook lying on the windowsill, writing notes or talking on his cell phone. As I strode past I’d hear…

Since coming to Cleveland, Dan Moulthrop has seriously raised the bar on local radio. Now we have a chance to let the radio world know how much we appreciate him. My only concern was that if he gets famous, he’ll leave for Washington or New York. Dan’s reply: If I win, I ain”t leaving. We can do any show out of our shop here.

I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.

MARRIAGE SEMINAR

While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, “It is essential that husbands and wives know each other’s likes and dislikes.”

He addressed the man, “Can you name your wife’s favorite flower?”

Tom leaned over, touched his wife’s arm gently and whispered, “It’s Pillsbury, isn’t it?

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I want my yellow slicker,
my locker by the art room stairs
where once in a morning of thunder,
from the stairwell’s high window
dark clouds blew away
and just in time
for walking home
the sun poured down.

From Old South School by Rosie King.