What’s Not To Like About Facebook?!

Great Day to You, Fun Facters!


Special Announcements:

RIP: Earl Scruggs. That was some mighty fine pickin’ & playin’…



Keep On Playin’!: Jamie Moyer. At 49 years-young, Jamie earned a spot in the starting rotation for the Colorado Rockies. Who says playing a game can’t keep you young?!



Episodes in Review:

What Does Regular Smell Like?

Thank you to all the viewers who responded to, and enjoyed, our deodorant episode. Your criminal activities will remain our secret!

Take A Number! Or…

Apparently, our resident blog writer is not the only one who would love to have a voodoo doll in hand when visiting the grocery deli counter…


The world has gotten a lot smaller since the Internet took over. And every day, the Internet grows. Heck, it even gives would-be writers a chance to be read on an occasional Fun Friday. Somewhere between the Texas Instruments 99/4A,

the dot matrix printer, and the kindle fire, grew an incredible electronic social network:


The very site where you can link to this blog. Oh, and you can probably “friend” people there. A good friend of mine, someone I consider family was actually frustrated with me (Special Note I: Really?! Can anyone really be frustrated with ME?!) because I wouldn’t “friend” him on Facebook. First and foremost, if our real life friendship depends on our friendship in the virtual world, then maybe we need to unplug for a while. Most importantly, and as I kept explaining to this friend, we are more accomplices in life – the kind of friends that have enough raw data on our criminal experiences – alleged criminal experiences – that blackmail becomes a true potential reality. (Special Note II: We did say alleged, and we did say potential.) In the end, accomplices like that don’t need to be “friends” on Facebook. Still, I think it was his favorite birthday gift that I accepted is friend request.

I get it. It works on a lot of levels. It helps people re-connect with those from their not-so-long-ago or very-long-ago pasts. It gives voice to your events & activities. It allows those who desire to do so to promote & support important social causes. Facebook allows people to let their masses (sometimes referred to as “peeps.”) know what they are doing lately.  It also serves as an important marketing tool for upcoming brands & companies, as well as established retailers.

One good thing about Facebook is helping start-up businesses and start-up dreams find support and fans to grow. It is an additional networking avenue that gives life to the possibilities…

For example, one of my friends from a writer’s group I attend, Mark Kwasny, has a funny website and book out about a character named Miserable Milton.


If you enjoy his work, you can “like” him on Facebook, and thus help promote his humorous take on life.

Even though I submit not to the gods of “friending” often, I did hold my breath, close my eyes, and click on “like” to help out a buddy. Whew! I made it through that experience!

That type of stuff is good & productive.

Besides some of the interesting gaming (Special Note III: We use the term “interesting gaming” VERY loosely.) available on the site, we also find something very absurd when it comes to “liking” something on Facebook:


I know this comes as a surprise from someone who attempts to write savings articles, but does it make ANY cents (sense) to “like” something on Facebook, just to get a coupon?! I remember the days fondly when coupons actually arrived with the newspaper or in the mail. To paraphrase the immortal words of the great fictional character, Ellen Griswold, you could cut them out, “and everything,” Clark! Now, in order to get 50 cents off a frozen pizza, I need to like it on Facebook.


As crazy as the concept is, I get it – companies utilize Facebook to promote their goods & services, regardless of the level. It’s just like an election – get your name out there!

But there are limits to the chaos. For example, hygiene products. Does anyone really need to know what feminine hygiene products you are using, or what brand of regular-flavored deodorant I slap on after my weekly trip under the garden hose?

I think not!

And, if anyone wants to know which brand of chocolate chip cookies I’m working on to bring my weight loss into equilibrium, please just stop by and open up the pantry.

For the record, I really do like Miserable Milton – I bought the kindle version of the book. But I’ll tell that to Mark in person. And I truly enjoy getting updates on my friends from far off places, just to have a small window into their lives when we haven’t touched base in a while. But as for what toothpaste I use when I crawl off the couch at 3am before I find my way to bed, well, I think that should remain between me and my grocery store cashier.

Now, if Facebook could just help us out and teach some of our under-achievers how to use the ticket dispenser at the deli counter, we might be getting somewhere…

Oh, by the way, would you please “like” this blog on Facebook??


Tunes of the Week:

Hook Me Up – Bon Jovi

Hot Spot Junkie – Queensryche

Digital Man – Rush

Blame The Machines – Duran Duran

Screaming In Digital – Queensryche


Raise a Virtual Thought & an Authentic Glass!

May Your Friday Be Followed By A Very Real Saturday!



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Take A Number! Or…

Great Day to You, Friday Fun Facters!


Special Announcements:

RIP I: Davy Jones. Keep on being a Daydream Believer…


RIP II: Ralph McQuarrie, artist. Without you, there is no Star Wars. May The Force Be With You, Jedi Knight…



Goodbye: Peyton Hillis. The Browns didn’t even make an offer to keep you – to their detriment.

Quarterback Talk In Cleveland: Yep, that’s all it is – talk.

Fond Farewell: Payton Manning. The Colts may be able to “replace” you with another franchise quarterback, but they won’t be able to keep you from seeking your just rewards. A Colt forever, but a player for now…

Happy Birthday: JenniferD!

Happy Birthday II: RobS. May this year be The Year Of The Playwright


Just when you thought the football season was over and we can focus on Spring Training and Opening Day, comes one last story to close out the year of the pigskin. Crazy, huh?! With Peyton Manning sightings & progress visually reminiscent of the O.J. highway chase, you would think the fate of the human race depends on not only where Peyton signs, but also what jet, limo, or SUV is carrying him to that destination. With the Colts poised to take the next franchise quarterback (if anyone can live up to those expectations), the Redskins trading up to take the Heisman Trophy winner RGIII, The so-called end of bounty hunting in the NFL,and the Browns ready to do, well, what the Browns always do… The football offseason is filled with many noteworthy, almost journalistic-worthy, stories.

But this football story takes us back in time, to a place not seemingly so long ago. And yet, far enough away that snow was still in the foreseeable forecast for a mild majority of the Friday Fun Fact readership. The time is late Sunday morning; the date is Super Bowl Sunday; the location:

The Deli Counter

Yep, there I was working on my weekly grocery errands, gauging my time appropriately for arrival at our Super Bowl party (graciously hosted by RobS!). I’m pretty darn efficient when it comes to this stuff, list & coupons in hand. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t run into the occasional environmental common sense snafu. In the business world, I believe this would be referred to as external factors or unknown risks. My first destination rolls out pretty well – things I need, and always a couple of bonus items. On to grocery destination two.

I enter through the automatic sliding doors that always invite me in as if I’m a royal guest of honor in the store. Although I greatly appreciate the gesture, the moment is generally short-lived, since the red carpet treatment vanishes shortly after the doors whir shut behind me. I hunt my way through the vegetable produce area, set up perfectly to slow down anyone looking to swiftly navigate the grocery story experience. There just simply aren’t any straight lines in the produce section – you are sent scurrying through zigs & zags like an indoor maize of produce! But, I come out the other side into the wines, cheeses, and finally –

The Deli Counter

I saunter up to the deli counter, surveying the other patrons for their potential efficiencies & inefficiencies in ordering, hoping to gauge whether I’ll be able to make my way through this process faster than at the counter of a fast food restaurant, or whether I should have brought a portable dvd player to watch a movie while I’m waiting. At this point, we don’t know. But I’m taking bets that we’re a solid sitcom away from celebrating the victory of the hunt.

I reach up and take a number. You know – those dispensers that give you one number at a time, so the deli personnel can mildly organize the chaos by yelling out the next number up from the current digital display counter on the wall.

And immediately… I can see that something is amiss. There are, in fact, a few too many patrons for the bandwidth of numbers between what is listed on the digital display counter and the number screaming at me from the aerodynamic ticket in my hand.

Let’s see how this shakes out.

After the deli finishes with one customer, they call the next number, which no one seems to have. So, one customer steps in without a number, and orders. What?! Wait, it gets better. The lone deli employee finishes with the customer, and calls the next number – MY number. As I go to address the deli employee, another customer starts giving her order.

I feel an Uncle Buck moment coming on – “Yeah, but; yeah but; wait…ooaaahh.”

When, exactly, did we as a society lose track of how to do this?! I mean, the lexicography is even part of our funny and/or sarcastic vernacular. “Take a number” is used on the silver screen as it is in real life – a demonstrative response to those who may want to chew your hide or are asking for your money, among other things. This universally-known process should be easy to grasp, especially at the grocery store deli counter. And, yet, there I was, in the middle of my own personal Twilight Zone episode – wondering if Rod Serling was explaining my predicament to the audience.

So I wait patiently for this additional customer to finish her order. As the order is completed, I insert myself in to the madness. As the deli employee calls the next number, I say “actually I had the last number.” And then, I have to explain myself! Hello?! Really?! This has never happened before at the deli?! There are three people behind me flush with mass confusion – and looking at me like I cut in line! Fortunately the customer who took the number right after me came to my defense before the angry mob called for my hanging. And order is restored…

Can you run those cheeses by me again?!

On to the Super Bowl Party…


Tunes of the Week:

Stand In Line – Impelliteri

Wait – White Lion

I’ll Wait For You – Bonham

The Waiting Is The Hardest Part – Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

The Longest Time – Billy Joel

Eat It – “Weird” Al Yankovic


Raise A Glass!

May Your Sunday Be Followed By A Saturday!


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Leaping Into An Election Year

Great Day to You, Friday Fun Facters!


Special Announcements:

RIP: Danny Parmertor, Demetrius Hewlin, & Russell King, Jr. You never should have died at school that day. Godspeed to the grief of your families and communities.

Recover Well: Those whose lives have been forever changed in Chardon, Ohio. Be strong and successful at life’s challenges as a result of facing the ultimate challenge of this traumatic event. We are blessed that you are still here…


RIP II: Andrew Breitbart, conservative blogger. Regardless of where you are on the pendulum of politics, let freedom continue to ring… and write.

Winner’s Circle Congratulations!: Matt Kenseth. For winning the Daytona 500 sometime Tuesday morning! The longest delayed Daytona 500, and one of the most exciting races – when it actually started – ever!

Special Note I: Uh, notice, fellow Fun Facters, the near-&-dear-to-this-writer’s-heart logo on the hood of the car…


Happy Birthday!: Jon Bon Jovi. In the immortal words of, well, you:

“Have A Nice Day-ay-ay!”



This week, if you follow along with our Gregorian, or civil calendar, we honored February 29. Four years in the making (sometimes eight!), Leap Year comes along to make up for time differences in order to synchronize with the astronomical & seasonal years.


For most of us, it is just another day. For others, though, it is a very special day. For every 1 in 1,461 people here in the good ol’ U.S. of A., Leap Day serves as their birthday.

For those of us not-so-good at math, that translates into roughly 200,000 in the United States, and 5 million globally. And, what do they get for being able to celebrate their uniqueness every 4 years? Oh, they get plenty! The good news is that those lucky souls get pretty much get to celebrate their birthdays on their own – no shared birthday cakes or gifts. A better bonus – they don’t get those dreaded “Happy Birthday & Merry Christmas” combo gifts (Special Note II: That one’s for you, Hal!). This gives them a bona fide explanation for age gaps (lucky devils!).

But that’s sort of where the good news ends.

Leap Year Day Babies also get some of the following “perks”:

  • Unrecognized birthdays in off years
  • Computer snafus
  • Police suspicion during traffic stops
  • Delivery room negotiations to later birth certificates
  • Software issues in Excel (Special Note III: this one, obviously extends to all of us)
  • Computer software issues at banks & insurance companies that force Leapers to list another birthdate



I think we should try to help.

First, NO BIRTHDAY should EVER go unrecognized. In the grand wisdom of the great American philosopher Daniel D. Simon (not me!), “he who has the most birthdays lives the longest.” Truer words have probably never been spoken. So one suggestion would be to maybe carve out a few seconds per year between 11:59p, February 28, and 12:00a, March 1, to at least sneak a sliver of February 29 into every year.

Second, really – suspicion during traffic stops?! Why does THIS not surprise our Friday Fun Fact research staff?! For all future February 29s, let’s close the donut shops. That oughta fix THAT problem!

Software glitches?! How is it ladies, gentleman, and “other,” that we could forge a path through Y2K without any serious computer catastrophes, or planes falling out of the air, and YET, we can’t figure out how to accommodate February 29 birthdays?! We have now managed to make home video games that detect your motion, alarm clocks that run away from you (I need one of these!), and small devices that hold a lifetime of music, and yet, a February 29 birthday throws our software programs into seizures?! For goodness sakes, we now have instant macaroni & cheese!

Special Note IV: Don’t be too distracted, BeckyW!

Of course, there’s a downside to February 29 that affects most of us:

Technically, no matter how you slice it, we work for free.

Maybe, we can form a small focus group to tackle this issue and take action. In this election year, The Committee proudly endorses equal rights for Leap Year Day Babies.

To Leap Year Day Babies everywhere, Happy Birthday!

Tunes of the Week:

Jump – Van Halen

Leap Of Faith – Kenny Loggins

Leaping Lizards – The Brombies

Look Before You Leap – Dave Clark Five

Leap Up And Down (Wave Your Knickers In The Air) –          St. Cecilia

Honorable Mention: Quantum Leap (television series)

Have A Nice Day – Bon Jovi


Raise A Glass!

May Your Friday Leap Into Saturday!


Realizar Sus Ambiciones


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