tongue thinker

Random post time....

Anybody remember this little ditty?

I think it was called "Two Irishmen"



sample line....
"Cocktails, ginger ale, seven cents a glass..if you don't like it..."

That would have been known by every kid in my elementary school when I was there in the early to mid seventies. I vividly remember singing this with a group of friends whilst walking home from Thornton Heights elementary school.

We loved it because of how "almost" naughty it was...
You know...the natural build up to that dirty word , when all of a sudden , presto! Not the word you were expecting.
How terribly thrilling for a third grader

So, for you kids , that sample line turns into,
"shove it up your..ask me no more questions tell me no more lies".

That and many more close calls. It's not until the last line that you actually get to swear...
"If you get hit with a bucket of sh*t be sure to close your eyes"

Truer words were never written.

Oh, and the protagonists were Irishmen, Everybody wanted to be Irish when we were kids. Don't know why, maybe it had something to do with green...or leprechanus..or Irish Rovers. Beats me. All I know was that Notre Dame was my favorite college as a kid. Once again for no apparent reason except that their nickname was the Fighting Irish.



Who in their right mind don't love that mascot.
Better than, oh, I don't know, this one..



It's a slug. A banana slug at that.
Except it got a cool plug in Pulp Fiction from Vincent Vega



Right?

So I guess it would make it better than this one


The infamous Red Riot from my High School days.
The year I got cut from the basketball team they offerred me the job as dressing as the Red Riot for games, you know, to stay close to my team mates.
I accepted.
I was the first and last to perform the dry hump on our archrival's mascot, the Portland Bulldog.



The coup de grace was that I put a bag over his head and tied his front paws behind his back before I did it.
That's the stuff legends are made out of.

...tangent there.....

Then there was this tune...same idea, but no ethicity involved with this one. It's a classic

sung in a church mind you.

I can thank Dr. Demento for both of those being permanently ingrained in my mind.
Thanks.
I guess.

Oh, I had a first today. I called 911. No kidding. I did.

(No it has nothing to do with the young girl who gave me the prolonged finger because I objected to her distracted texting and driving. That just pissed me off. Royally). Does anyone even say royally is that sense anymore? I just did.

Let me set the scene...
In a line of cars at a red light.
Fairly busy road.
Something catches my eye.
There's some commotion coming from the house just ahead of me and off to the right.
I see an agitated woman getting out of a car parked in the driveway, flailing her arms and gesturing wildly, oh, and hollering too. A lot.
Then a gentleman (not really a gentleman) that appeared to be loading that same car with junk throws what appears to be all of his worldly possesions in a box across the front yard. Like Tom Brady. Only different,
Somebody obviously isn't happy. Two peoples obviously aren't happy.
Light turns green, but I don't want to go. This is better than watching replacement refs blow game winning touchdown calls on Monday Night Football.
So as traffic starts to move he charges her.
She has a friend (I don't know where she was...maybe hiding in the trunk?) that rushes between them
Screaming gesturing lady somehow has an umbrella that she repeatedly keeps swinging, whacking him on the top of the head with it, thwarting his advancement. I'll bet she rocks at Whack A Mole .


Reminded me of Ruth Buzzi.


Obsolete reference for you kids.

Anyway, it didn't look good.
Hence the 911 call.
By the way, I sucked at the details to the 911 operator.
I'm surprised they didn't arrest me for withholding evidence.
Oh, and so you know, your cell phone goes on lock down for five minutes after calling 911.
So don't call 911 if you were planning on ordering a pizza after.
I think it's so they can call you back if they have too.
That or they're doing some sort of subversive goverment mind control.

Just an average Joe (or Pete in this case) doing his civic duty

That was some crazy ssshhhaving cream

Oh, and the tongue thinker...that's me

That's not me, that's Justin Bieber, Apparently he is a tongue thinker too.

I guess that's better than being called a knuckle dragger.


Or Lola.


That's all I've got for now.

Shave every day and you'll always look keen.

Don't make me repeat myself...

Came across this whilst waiting for my youngest in the safety of my car while she was at soccer practice in the wind and rain...a cold and blustery day , if you will. God love her.

This, my friends, is solid.

Here's why...
1) Have you ever seen a band that is more laid back than this one? How about this for a lineup?
Playing drums is  "Hollywood" Hayward. Number 21 from Coolidge High. Guard. You know, from the White Shadow.




On bass is Kanye West's Dad. Willie. Yup, Willie West. That may be why Kanye is so pissed off all the time. Complete opposite of his Dad. Have you ever seen anyone play bass leaning back in an easy chair? Dude is chill. Chilly Willy.




Guitar is Rollo Larson, Lamont's shady friend on Sanford and Son




Rollo actually was the love child of Fred and Aunt Esther. Rumor has it that's what did Fred's wife , Elizabeth, in. Then again, everyone knows that Elizabeth and Grady did the junkyard boogie more than a couple of times. It's no wonder Fred was grabbing his heart all the time.That makes Rollo Lamont's step brother...or half brother...or brother from another Mother. Not sure on that.

Last but not least is Rodney Allen Rippy (I'm not even going to bother posting a photo of Rodney Allen Rippy because no one's going to see it and say, "Oh, so that's Rodney Allen Rippy. Just the name Rodney Allen Rippy is all that's needed) on keyboards. I don't really recall much about Rodney Allen Rippy, except that he had three names, and I was familiar with him "back in the day". Must have been on some After School Special. Maybe it was the one where three orphans from "very different" backgrounds live with the same foster parents waiting to get adopted, all the while getting bullied by the star quaterback who only acts that way because his dad is an alcoholic and his younger sister is a pregnant teen. Or something like that. Then again, maybe he was on one of the jello commercials. Who knows? Maybe it was Burger King.Either way, I hope he found success as an adult. I truly do....maybe I should have found his picture.
Alright, here it is...



There's no truth that Rodney Allen Rippy grew up to be Bobby Brown. None. I don't think.

B) What really struck me is when he starts repeating the line "I know" close to fourteen thousand consecutive times. Actually I had to listen to it four times and tried to count along. Not easy. The first time I came up with 374. The next time was 8. Then the next two times I came up with 26. So I'm sticking with that. You know something? 26 is the perfect number of times to repeat those words, 25 would have left you wanting....27 would have been overkill. Way to many. If you didn't bother to listen/watch the clip (although for the life of me, I can't believe your life is so busy or important that you can't invest the 2:09 that this clip runs. Hell, I've wasted 45 minutes writing this post) you can jump to the 54 second mark.

Oh, and I like the little groove that "Hollywood" (the drummer) kicks into at the exact same time. Check it out...again. You're welcome.

3) I've said this before and I'll say it again...ain't music great? So now this song will always remind me of the cold and blustery day waiting for my daughter to finish soccer practice in the rain. Guaranteed. I will not forget that.

Love it.

So it goes.

It was twenty years ago today

Well, actually it was one year ago today.
One year ago today I wrote my first blog. I've attached it to the bottom of this post..for old times sake.

63 posts...that's more than one a week. That's more times than I've vacuumed the house in the last year, For reals.


I've had a few decent blogs...two of my favorites were both two parters (and since I've never been shy about shameless self promotion) I'll share them with you now. In case you missed them the first time, enjoy. If you've already read them, treat it like a library book, and take it out again.

First, my day with Christopher Walken
http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2012/03/my-day-with-christopher-walken-part-one.html

and part two...
http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-day-with-christopher-walken-part-two.html

Then there was the infamous hold up story...another two parter
http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-one.html
and this
http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-one-twoor-this-is-one-tooor.html

and for good measure, maybe the one about my good friend Stephen King and the Boston Red Sox (who are currently not my good friends)
http://pompatusofpete.blogspot.com/2011/12/whos-guy-that-writes-those-books.html

So that's it, a bit of rehashing, which, come to think of it has been a fairly common thread through most of these.

Anyone want to lay odds on me making it to September 15 2013?
The smart money is on probably not.



Almost forgot....here's my post from one year ago.....
___________________________________________________________
Going to give this a go.
Nobody has ever said to me, "why don't you write a blog?" I never even considered it until my lovely wife asked me last night, "What's that song that goes - I really love your peaches want to shake your tree?" After my quick answer (music trivia has always been a personal strength - some folks can build things, I can tell you Badfingers top three hits). When I got to the pompatus of love line I thought to myself, "now that's a great word and doesn't get nearly the play it deserves", hence, this ridiculous endeavour on my part. That's how my brain works. Maybe at some point I'll actually bother to learn how to create a layout beyond the kindergarten level that is this first crack. So it goes.

Don't know what to expect, how often I'll post, or if I'll have anything interesting to share. A few things I do know...this will suck for awhile...I expect nothing beyond rank amateurism for quite some time..probably won't land on a theme or style (other than the parentheses and dot dot dot...that I obviously use as my fall back punctuation).

Sure there will be the occasional flash of genius - like the awesomeness of the name of my blog- but more often than not it will be the meandering and noodling style that I'm currently employing, but all things considered...who doesn't love to meander and noodle once in awhile.
Speaking of noodles, here's what Mr. Noodle does with a banana...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBOsz03ZZZ0

(the sole reason for that was to see if I could execute a link)

Anyway, don't know how to share this...if anyone would read it anyway...or if this is my first and last.

dot dot dot

love love love

Happy Annivesary my love

This is sweet and so are you

I loved you from the moment I saw you

You looked at me , that's all you had to do
I feel it now, I hope you feel it too

We've seen London, we've seen France......



Mary liked to pour gravy on John's ______ .

Does that title ring a bell?
Of course it does...
Anyone remember Match Game?

Actually that's Charles Nelson Reilly.

Match Game seemed like a part of my growing up. I think it was on continuously from the time I was, oh, I don't know, maybe nine until I lost interest in it. It could still be on now in some fashion for all I know.

For you youngsters or readers not from the States (believe it or not, Pompatus of Pete has a decent following in Russia...and Germany...and even Latvia of all places. Kid you not, Latvia), Match Gane was a game show with two contestants..


One host..the one and only Gene Rayburn (of the long skinny microphone Clan)


...and six "celebrity" panelists


Actually, celebrity might have been a bit of a stretch.
As a kid I had no idea who Charles Nelson Reilly was..I just knew him as the guy on the top right "celebrity" spot. Right next to Brett Sommers. "Who's Brett Summers"? you may ask. My reply would be, "I don't know".

Richard Dawson parlayed his stint as Newkirk in Hogan's Hero's into the middle spot, bottom row on Match Game, which eventually led to him hosting The Family Feud, a game EVERYONE knows, but, let's call a spade a spade, not nearly up to the calibre of Match Game.

Those three seemed to be regulars, if my memory serves me right. Maybe throw in Betty White more often than not as well.The other two to three spots would change each week. These would be celebs not quite up to par with those four. If you can believe that.

These were the type of "celebrities" that would be on the Merv Griffin show. I'm not talking about the first guest type, more likely they would be at the far end of the couch, coming on in the last five minutes usually reserved for up and coming comedians. Or maybe you'd see them perform on the Jerry Lewis telethon, but in the overnight hours when Jerry wasn't quite fried yet.


(I don't know if those numbers at the bottom of the screen are still active, but if you're from either Orange or Dutchess County why don't you give it a try...for Jerry's kid's.)

Or maybe these celebs would be on one of the trillion variety shows that used to be on back in the day...like the Flip Wilson Show...or Donny and Marie...or Sonny & Cher...the Brady Bunch. Christ, I think even Lola Falana had a variety show back in the 70's.

Remember her?



Lola's the tall one in the middle.

Possibly these second tier celebs were bit players on one of the gagillions of sitcoms that were on then as well. For instance, it wouldn't be Bob Newhart (from the first Bob Newhart show. You know the one where he was a shrink) it would be someone from his ensemble cast...like Suzanne Pleshette, who played his wife...or Bill Dailey, his next door neighbor Howard , who was a pilot or something...or Peter Bonerz (insert the Beavis and Butthead snicker here), who shared receptionists with Bob but was a dentist or orthodontist..or Marcia Wallace, said sassy receptionist.

Get the picture?



Now you do....

So , off the top of my head I recall "celebs" like ...
Nipsy Russell
Gary Burghoff
Jimmie Walker
Avery Schreiber
Bert Convy
Orson Bean
Jo Ann Pflug
...holy cow, where'd that last one come from?

Swear to God. These are real people. I think. Google 'em. I dare you. Might be a few mispellings sprinkled in there for good measure.

I think the reason I liked Match Game so much as a kid was because I knew they were all behaving a little naughty...with the double entendre fill in the blanks..half of them seemed to be smoking...and I've got a sneaking suspicion that having a bottle in the dressing room was part of the contract.

Now...how to wrap this car crash of a blog up?

How about this?

I predict the game show format to make a comeback. "Reality" tv seems to be where it's at currently, but that can't really last, can it? America isn't isn't that stupid, is it?

I'll take one Ed Sullivan for as many two headed honey boo boo american idol survivor housewives as you could fit barrel.

Stuff that in Charles Nelson Reilly's pipe and smoke it.


Dumb Dora was so dumb she used to grow _______ in the community garden.

...and wouldn't you know, I never did get around to explaining the premise of the game.

So it goes.