Russell Gayer, author speaker
Whatever happened to TV show theme songs and jingles for products? I can still recall most of the lyrics to Gilligan’s Island and Texaco Gasoline (you can’t trust your car to the man who wears the star). It gives me an ear worm just thinking about those… Continue Reading “Dense Frog Warning”
One of my favorite game shows as a kid was Concentration. Contestants had to match squares to reveal a hidden rebus puzzle (pictogram), then solve the puzzle to win the game. According to some historians, pictograms were the earliest form of written communication. Then the… Continue Reading “The Rebus Puzzle”
(Intro in honor of Black History Month) One of my earliest memories is attending a baseball game in 1958. What made this event particularly memorable was seeing my first black person. A black woman, holding a toddler the same size as me on her… Continue Reading “Tax Codes Simplified”
There’s a “gentlemen’s club” (titty bar to those of you less refined) in our town called The Peppermint Hippo. I wonder if the name reflects the physiques of the dancers or the clientele, but I haven’t dared to seek permission from my wife to investigate… Continue Reading “Blurred Vision”
Recently, I visited a dermatologist for a scab atop my left ear. He told me it was an age spot—which had to be a lie. At 68, I’m much too young for those. He took a biopsy of a different spot on my ear which came… Continue Reading “The Doctor Is In”
A few years ago, someone gave me a book entitled, Keep Your Brain Alive. I took this to mean the anonymous donor of this book wanted to preserve my brain in a glass jar for use in a future transplant—ala Dr. Frankenstein. The book contains… Continue Reading “A Crime Against Nature”
For Christmas, my daughter bought me a wonderful book entitled, Insults Every Man Should Know. For a man who was once told he was “sharp as a marble,” I’ve found this little tome extremely handy. Here are a few of my favorites: “You look… Continue Reading “Wednesday Watchers”
Have you ever wondered how prescription drugs get their names? Me neither, but now that you’ve asked, I’ll tell you. Big Pharma would have you believe the names are based on the molecular structure of the drug. This is only an inside joke to… Continue Reading “Who Names Prescription Drugs?”
In all my years, I’ve never seen a deer cross the highway anywhere near a Deer X-ing sign. Some might argue that deer can’t read, but I think they’re just belligerent jaywalkers. To drive home the message, the highway department should paint two lines… Continue Reading “High Falutin Eats”
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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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