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On Aug. 16, 1977 I was standing outside my junior high school, waiting Elvisfor orientation to begin when a friend told me Elvis Presley had died.  The King. Gone. I’ve never been a big fan of Elvis, although I’ve known many people who were, including my Grandma Elliot.

This picture is the Elvis I grew up on. The Las Vegas Elvis. He was the first celebrity that helped me realize that if you did something really well, women would throw their panties at your feet (in today’s standards that would be thongs, not panties).

So, to honor the King of Rock-n-Roll, here are a few of his more pithy quotes:

The only thing worse than watching a bad movie is being in one.

I don’t know anything about music. In my line you don’t have to.

The world is more alive at night; it’s like God isn’t looking.

Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t goin’ away.

I don’t want to read about some of these actresses who are around today. They sound like my niece in Scarsdale. I love my niece in Scarsdale, but I won’t buy tickets to see her act.

Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can stand prosperity, there are a hundred that will stand adversity.

Every time I think that I’m getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

That last quote cracks me up. Yep, something else happened and it took the King from us at the age of 42, which just happens to be how old I am.  Thankfully, I’m not addicted to any pharmaceuticals – or to bacon for that matter.


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I often will post on a word that intrigues me, however, today I’m choosing to make up my own word for possible submission to Webster’s.

Here’s the word: windtistical; a combination of windbag and egotistical. It’s the perfectBozo description of any blogger who writes enough drivel to clog an entire server. These blog authors are so infatuated with themselves that they also frequently scrawl longer responses to the comments posted by the blog’s readers than the readers write themselves.  Since we’re such an icon based society on the Interweb, I’ve inserted “windtistical’s” icon here. Note how the head is disproportionately larger than the body.

Windtisticals can, from time to time, appear interested and engaged; but they are more often self-centered, judgmental and filled with the most tepid of angry gases that culminate in nothing useful to society.

I’m calling Webster’s now.

If you could make a word and add to the blogger’s dictionary, what would it be? What would it mean?


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