There are a couple of changes and clarifications I need to make that are, to quote Sheryl Crow, apropos of nothing so I thought I’d just lump em together here. If you haven’t read any of the previous posts here then this will mean nothing to you. If you have, it still may mean nothing to you. Here goes anyway…

In the post titled “My own stalker song. Sweet!” I quoted the lyrics from a song called “Go-getter Greg” from the band Ludo. A friend mentioned to me that they were suprised I’d posted them since they were a bit crude. I didn’t think they were crude in the least (or I wouldn’t have posted them) so I asked what exactly was so crude? The problem was one of interpretation. There are a couple of lines in the chorus that could be interpreted as somewhat graphic. I didn’t (and don’t) agree with that interpretation. I think it is more of a broad metaphor than he did, but I can see both sides. As such, I’ve removed the post. My apologies if anyone was offended.

That discussion inevitably led to us talking about the post “That’s my boy!” in which I make a number of references to Monty Python’s “Holy Grail” which is, as I mentioned in the post, rather off color in many places. He suggested that I should think about removing that one as well. Well, I have, and I’m not. Look, in case it isn’t apparent from other posts, there are large portions of my life in which I didn’t look at the world through the lens I do today. The fact is I wouldn’t watch the movie again today, but I can’t un-see it. I have seen it (multiple times) and I still find the bits I quoted funny. In fact, the rest of the movie is still funny even if it isn’t something I’d watch now. But those bits I picked are innocuous enough and I don’t have a problem with them being here. If you find them offensive, please accept my apologies. Again, not my intent.

While we are discussing that post, I put some pictures of my son’s birthday party there. My wife would rather I’d noted that she didn’t put him in the somewhat unattractive shirt he was wearing. It is really more intended to get worn to the playground to get dirty, not to a birthday party. He never cares what he wears but, that one day, he decided that he needed to wear his “Rocket shirt” (from the Little Einsteins) and, since it was his birthday she let him. What are you gonna do? Oh, and she didn’t ask me to post this, I just know her well enough to know it bothers her.

And last, but not least, I’ve had more than one so-called friend challenge my assertion in this post that I’m the man. I see how it’s gon’ be. They claim I just got lucky or that Christy slipped me the answers. Not true. They should know her well enough to know that she’d find me squirming in front of the crowd every bit as much fun as the other wives did when their husbands were on the spot. As for rather I just got lucky or not, well, we’ll never know will we? But as it stands now, I did get all the questions right so I’m the man. If you disagree, start your own blog and write about it. Peace.

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