September 19, 2014:
Q: Did you hear about the man who got cooled to absolute zero?
A: He’s 0K now.
To be able to say "Noggle," you first must be able to say "Nah."
September 19, 2014:
Q: Did you hear about the man who got cooled to absolute zero?
A: He’s 0K now.
On this date in 2010, I posted:
Brian J. Noggle wonders if nudists have nightmares where they have to speak in public and they’ve got their clothes on.
It got three likes, none of which was the vaunted Charles G. Hill.
From September 11, 2014:
Today, I accidentally invented a new egg dish that is halfway between the omelet and scrambled eggs.
I call it the omerta. But I’d rather not talk about it.
Kind of fits in with my recent viewing of The Godfathers.
Apparently, I have said some funny things on Facebook on this date in history.
2010:
Brian J. Noggle is preparing for a time when the road runners become our overlords. You know, when the meep, meep shall inherit the Earth.
2012:
Brian J. Noggle agrees that good fences make good neighbors. They’ve always got jewelry and the latest electronics at prices far lower than retail.
From 2011:
Brian J. Noggle is in his laboratory, working on a vending machine that plays music and offers tasty Greek sandwiches for purchase.
It will be a Juke. Box. Gyro.
Two years ago, I said:
Oh, no. In the silent auction, I wrote my phone number in the wrong column.
Now I owe almost nine million dollars for a peach pie and some chocolate cookies.
I was referring to the Republic Pregnancy Resource Center’s annual Bluegrass and Barbecue silent auctions (where I have shopped before).
It’s coming up this Friday, so I will have to shop very carefully.
And so it will at least through one calendar year.
Apparently, twelve years ago, I quipped:
Brian J. Noggle is actually a cygnic; he thinks that, deep down, all people are swans.
From 2015:
I have been telling the kids in my [martial arts] sword class that “uff da” is Viking for “Cut off his head!”
If they ever go to Minnesota, they’re going to think it’s the most dangerous place in America.
Also on this day in 2011, one of my best:
Brian J. Noggle keeps trying to create a splinter group of Pan’s followers, but he can’t get no satyrs’ faction.
You have to be 40 years old to be educated enough to get that joke.
From 2012:
Brian J. Noggle has given his garden implements names like fantasy swords.
For example, his weed trimmer is Spoliator Viridis.
2012? That was, what, three weed trimmers ago? One cannot think of that many exciting names.
Five years ago:
I want to die while napping.
Because I want to go out in a laze of glory.
True five years ago and every day since.
Well, maybe not my biggest hits, but June 2 has historically proven to be particularly good on my Facebook feed. Here are a couple of items from years (decades) past:
2014:
I’m starting a band called Meowy Vanilli, and we’re going to do nothing but meow covers of Milli Vanilli songs.
We’re going to be HUGE in Japan.
2011:
Brian J. Noggle doesn’t think he can actually explain what he meant when he told his three-year-old, “You’re such a cutie, you deserve a death cab.”
Brian J. Noggle complains, “Life has given me lemonade. What am I supposed to do with that?”
Well, maybe only two years in the past.
Over a decade ago, I said:
Brian J. Noggle insists earnestly that his child’s first doctor visit involved him getting examined by a vet.
And I explained in a comment:
Lt. Cdr Terrill USN, ret., had just gotten her first job outside the service. Being former Navy, she was used to treating babies, though.
Aforementioned baby is now, what, almost fifteen and in the JROTC. Not the Navy, though, since we don’t really have that much water around here, even in the wet springs.
A gag from, what, a decade ago on Facebook?
Brian J. Noggle thinks it’s a good thing that zaftig doesn’t rhyme with anything; otherwise, there would be a lot more sonneteers walking around with black eyes.
You know, I haven’t written a sonnet in a longer time than that.
Apparently, I said this a dozen years ago on Facebook:
Brian J. Noggle is so unsophisticated, he thinks cognac is a really big bear.
You know, I used to make pretty good quips, I think. Now, I’m relegated to Dad jokes.
Apparently, twelve years ago, I quipped on Facebook:
Brian J. Noggle recommends you avoid tugging on Batman’s cape as well. To be honest, he’s more piquish than Superman.
Note:
Also, I need to footnote this humor.
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You damn kids.
Another quip I made, recycled from aeons ago on Facebook:
Brian J. Noggle is so vain, he thinks this song is about him and is sending him coded messages from The Messiah Team detailing the secret conspiracy of grocery store bread vendors against him. So maybe “vain” isn’t the operative word.
I don’t care who you are, that’s funny.
The Ozarks Multisport Club is holding its duathlon series in person this year, way up north of Springfield, so I shan’t attend this year as it would be an hour in the car each way before the suck occurs.
Since it’s not virtual, that also means that this little guy over on FR 190 will miss me as I won’t be passing by at speed every weekend.
Although, to be honest, he’s a bit lazy; its the cattle on the other side of the road that would run along the fence line inside the pasture that as I ran or rode by. Although, to be honest, it’s not just the horns one must fear.
I am trying to raise my boys to be men, which means I like to pass on important life lessons to them.
For example, I am teaching my children young men:
Just a few little things, but they make adult life easier and better.
I can’t believe I wasted some of my best lines on Twitter and Facebook, making money for the Boy rather than as an attraction for you, gentle reader, to come here for the wit and make me money by clicking one of the (blocked) ads or the Amazon links, even though I was booted from the affiliate program when Amazon had tantrum about people making money in states that threatened to collect Internet sales taxes before they had a footprint in that state. Now, of course, Internet sales taxes are a fait accompli and Amazon has big footprints in the state, but when I applied for reinstatement, not enough people ordered through my affiliate link, so I got discharged a second time. Maybe I’ll try again when I get up to fifty readers a day consistently–they’re mostly search hits for old book reports anyway, the kind of place where an affiliate book link might make sense.
But I digress.
Apparently, I posted this gem on Facebook ten years ago:
Momma always said life is like a box of Kafka’s.
Now more than ever, ainna?