Some Lincoln Common Sense

I am reminded of a conundrum posed by Abraham Lincoln: If the tail of a dog was called a leg, how many legs would a dog have? Lincoln's answer was: "Four, calling the tail a leg doesn't mean that it is one." —Raymond M. Smullyan, WHAT IS THE NAME OF THIS BOOK

Bill McNeal, of WNYX NewsRadio, Quotes

"Dave, there comes a time in every friendship when you have to say, 'I never liked you, get lost.'"

"I'm off to astonish the world with more feats of ade-quata-quaticism."

"Have you ever heard the expression when life gives you lemons, make lemonade and then toss it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you asked for in the first place?"

"Do I hear the plaintive cry of the crested North American quitter?

"Freedom of speech is one thing, the word 'penis' is another."

"Going to the bathroom is a privilege you just may lose if you sit idly by in these troubled times, my friend."

"I mean, nobody cares how beautiful the souffle is if the appetizer is turds in a blanket."

"Mighty oaks from little acorns grow."

"Envy not that which not need be possessed."

"Screw your problem, I'm talking about me."

Ricky Gervais

Those of you who've followed my blog for awhile, know I'm a diehard Ricky Gervais fan. Gervais's Extras is just about the funniest show of recent memory. It's unlikely I'll ever watch the US version of The Office even though it's suppose to be an excellent program because the original British comedy is a masterpiece. I'm disappointed that Ghost Town isn't playing in my area since it looks to be a funny movie. I stumbled on Ricky Gervais Politics Tour Live which is a riot. The British accent may be a little swift for American ears but listen carefully for a good laugh -- it's worth it. Also amusing is this year's Emmys where he takes back the award from Steve Carell who accepted it in his absence last year.

Ricky Gervais Politics Tour (part 1):

The Blame Train

Jerry B. sent me this funny poem for when you are having one of those days:

I am not allowed to drive the train,
The whistle I cannot blow.
I’m not allowed to say how far the railroad cars may go.

I’m not allowed to let off steam,
Or even clang the bell.
But let the damn thing jump the track and see who catches hell.