Holy Canoli. I don't know why I like saying that so much. Then I want to throw a "Batman" after it like, "Holy Canoli, Batman". Why? Because, I am weird. I am weird, diverse, hilarious and funny but mostly insane. Not medically insane but the insane that can monologue/soliliquy endlessly about a thing like, "Holy Canoli, Batman!
For instance, one of the other things I thought after I spit out Holy Canoli Batman was, are they a gay a couple? Now, I didn't think about that when I said Holy Canoli because the Holy Canoli was a natural thing, a rhyming thing, a poetic thing of sorts. But, after the Holy Canoli your mind wonders what goes on the end of it. For some reason my mind just attached Batman. Perhaps someone, if they would be so polite, can inform me if Robin ever did utter those words.
Then after writing/uttering Holy Canoli Batman. Somehow, somewhere I remembered reading/hearing that Batman and Robin were a gay couple. Is that true and does this shed new light on the whole Canoli thing? And why, in God's name. am I talking about gay couples in my first Blog for the official Blah, Blah Blog? Before I wander too far off topic (what exactly is the topic) I ask all of you adults; please do not pollute the purity of anymore of my childood television viewership. Next thing you know someone is going tell me that George Jetson was banging Rosie the Robot Maid. Don't even get me started on Scooby Doo, Daphne and the blond guy wearing an ascot.
I mean, think about it. Name the main Scooby Doo characters. We are talking pre-scrappy doo era. (that little runt was annoying) There was Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, and Thelma/Velma? Now, who remembers the blond guys name? Not me. Check this out. The frickin guys name is Fred Jones! What the hell kind of name is that! FRED JONES! Gawd! You know for sure Fred Jones is straight up gay. Look at him. He has a peach colored ascot wrapped around a blue fly away collared white shirt. Not to mention, he has absolutely no interest in Daphne. And, Yo Son! Daphne is fine! I tried to put the picture right below this paragraph but somehow the curse of Scooby Doo erased my entire blog. Then I had check the Auto Save again, quick, before it Auto Saves again and Auto Saves a blank page. You know what I mean? You know what I mean. Enough with the cartoons. This whole Holy Canoli thing has gotten way out of hand.
There is something else I have to say. I started, The Official Blah, Blah, Blog not because I am a blog whore. You may notice I have several different blogs that range from wine tasting to shhhh...top secret to poetry and instead of continuing to list them all I would probably say; you may notice I have several different blogs that range from wine tasting to shhh...top secret to poetry, blah, blah, blah. Now, the only difference between the two sentences is that I saved time by saying blah, blah, blah. Well there is one other difference the first sentence had 4 h's in shhhh and the second sentence had 3 h's. Did you catch that? Anyhoo, blah, blah, blah is Universal. It has a mandate. It is beyond reproach and blah, blah, blah, can only be said by a certain type of person. Those people, the blah, blah, blah people are my kind of people.
I want everyone to try an experiment. No matter where you are, its better if you are at work, get out your cell phone. Now, put the cell phone to your ear. Subtly, get the attention of your nearest co-worker. When they look at you cover your phones mouth piece, roll your eyes and say blah, blah, blah. Or, the next time your Boss is talking at a meeting text your Buddy and say blah, blah, blah. Thats what is so great about blah, blah, blah. Your Boss can't say blah, blah, blah. Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama can't say blah, blah, blah. It's not proper. Although, all they are actually saying is blah, blah, blah. I even have a pair of socks that say blah, blah, blah. I don't know who is going to read them but I will give you a picture. One of my favorite ringtones is blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah, blah is irreverent it doesn't care It is better to be a blah, blaher than a blah, blahee. So now my fellow blah, blahers; I need your help. We are about to go on a secret mission. So shhhh or shhh, whichever you prefer.
When I decide to start this page. I knew that I was going to call it, The Official Blah Blah Blog. I was just sitting on my couch watching the news by myself and the words blah, blah lept from my mouth. It was an Auto Response that I must have had on Auto Save. Anyhoo, I knew that I needed to start a blog although I already had a bunch blogs. I battle with the thought of being called a blog whore or blog slut. However, at my age that may be a compliment. Plus, at my age I really don't care what anyone thinks because, when my critics talk all I hear is blah, blah, blah. Anyhoo, I walked in my room and there was my blah, blah, blah! sock staring me right in my eye. (the sock was strategically placed for the photo) The sock partner had chickened out or had known that it could only be blah, blah, blah! not blah, blah, blah! blah, blah, blah! That would make absolutely no sense. Bottom line is I want to write about anything and everything including unrestrained nonsense and only The Official Blah Blah Blog could do that. That was my first attempt at a title. After that I should have left well enough alone.
Of course, I was a genius getting my page title on the first try. Then I wondered had anyone tried just putting blahblah or blahblahblog. I couldn't leave well enough alone. I had to check. Someone had. I don't remember if one of those or both had been used because I really don't care. My only concern is that when I become rich and famous from The Official Blah, Blah, Blog I don't want to hear any blah, blah, blah. So heres what we are going to do. I am going to do recon on these blahers and see whats up.! You guys hang tight. I'll be right back . . . .
Ok, I went to www.blahblah.blogspot.com. It was scary. All it says is, "MYS Molest Your System" with the name STATIK. Thats it. Nothing else. Zip, zero, zilch. I was going to make a www.catholicchurch.blogspot.com joke but that might cause to much static. Alright, I am going to check www.blahblahblog.blogspot.com ...................................................
OMG, I thought I was a Blog Whore. Someone named Jules has blahblahblog and she has sixteen other blogs and none of them appear to have any meaningful content; if any content at all! Jules has a total of three lines in her blahblahblog and her last entry was 2001. That does it!I am ... (drum roll and horns, please, loud baritone voice)
"THE OFFICIAL BLAH BLAH BLOG" and I have the sock to prove it
I will see everyone tomorrow and I will leave you with this deep parting thought for your consideration.
DPT: For those of you who have ceiling fans over your bed that you leave on while you are sleeping because it feels so good; have you ever wondered if that thing would drop out of the ceiling one night and conk you in the head?
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