On a Monday John

Regular Monday visitors may be scratching their head, but you are in the right place, on the right day, and will receive your entertainment nugget.

On one hand, john is slang for toilet, bathroom, and prostitute patron. Other times, we think about famous people named John as John Kennedy, John Adams, 25 different popes, John Wayne, John the Baptist, and countless others.

At this blog and others hosted by distinguished people as Al, Mckenzie, Melissa, Nonnie, Padre Steve, and others, we too know John. This Ohioan with Illinois roots is a regular visitor and commenter – yes, philosophical legend. Through his use of military history, science fiction, satire, humor, and experience with interpreting goat speak, John frequently graces our presence with his ______. (you can fill in the blank)

It’s a toast to John! If Rossini would have only had the foresight to title this famous work as the John Tells Overture. Have a good week everyone. Oops, I almost forgot – and you too John. Make sure to tell Blackjack (the goat) about this post.

27 thoughts on “On a Monday John

  1. Frank- Wow! I have NEVER been the subject of an entire post. I honestly don’t know what to say – other than to state that without good folk like you, Nonnie, and all the rest, I’d be sitting on some naval discussion board debating the merits of quadruple gun turrets on battleships! (Seriously, that’s where I was before I found you guys!)
    I do have a second circle of online friends – I revealed “The Idiot” to Nonnie last week. Well, Mark (“The Idiot”) has a blog friend by the name of Jamie, who has her own blog, and has decided (for some demented reason) to give me a mini-interview. I will send it to her later today, along with an Internet first – a picture of yours truly and Blackjack the goat! (Yes, I will be sure to label which one is me and which is the goat. πŸ˜‰ )
    So tune in to the Life of Jamie.
    Tell her I sent you, but DON’T MENTION THE INTERVIEW! It’s a big surprise to my other circle. πŸ˜‰
    And thanks to both of you, Frank and Nonnie, for those great videos. Nonnie, you might need this explained, but the gent in your video struck me as the love child of The Blue Man Group and Red Green! πŸ˜€

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    • John,
      We know that you are a legend in your own mind, thus know you appreciate whatever we can do to reinforce that.

      BTW, Nonnie’s video is comedian Heywood Banks … a true classic with great songs as 16 Wheels on a Big Rig, Wiperblades, Toast, the ever popular Big Butter Jesus, and countless others.

      FYI: I deleted the link to Jamie …. otherwise she would know you told us … well, providing she doesn’t already know. Keep me posted on when the interview appears!

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      • I don’t think Jamie knows about y’all over here – yet. But good thinking, better safe than sorry. I’ll shoot you a reminder here once I get an ETA from her.
        “”A legend in my own mind”? C’mon, to be a true legend, you have to be old and famous. I haven’t gotten the famous part down yet….. πŸ˜‰

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    • Thanks so much, “McSmallk”! (Is that the right way to type that, Frank?) I appreciate the vote of love – though I’m not sure you could necessarily make it a universal vote! πŸ˜‰
      There’s an old saying “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.” Trust me, you’d MUCH rather have me drop in with a bit of wit (or half of one! :D), than subjecting the world to extended doses of my “unique” personality. But who knows, maybe one of these days…..

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    • Tom,
      Welcome …. but you have somehow been influenced by John … maybe even brainwashed … consider it the Curse of the Goat. Nonetheless, welcome and hope you return. Thanks for visiting and commenting.

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    • No, no curses, Tom’s just an incredibly intelligent person with an outstanding sense of taste and humour! πŸ˜€
      (Okay, Tom, got ’em warmed up, now pitch that Khadaffy designer line from JCPenney’s of yours! πŸ˜‰ )
      And Frank, NEVER even think about using the words “curse” and “goat” in the same sentence, when talking to a Chicagoan Northsider. There is “the billygoat’s curse” on the Cubs. Allegedly some gent went to see a game MANY decades ago, with his goat in tow. The gatekeepers refused the goat entrance, so he swore a curse on the Cubs. It’s the basis for the “Billy Goat Tavern” of much storied fame! (Besides, Blackjack would never curse anyone, he’s far too nice. He’ll just HORN in on your conversation and make you the BUTT of his jokes!) :p

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      • Hey John,
        This is turning into a modern day version of This is Your Life. By the way, remember I’m a baseball fan – thus I know about the billygoat and the Cubs. Did you consider that I intentionally worked that in.

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      • I kinda figured YOU knew, but I thought I could do the dirty work of explaining it to others. Not sure how famous that old story is. I AM going to have to read up on the history, though – the memory fails if the “goat reject” happened during their previous World Series attempt or not.
        You know, I was pondering the possibility of bringing a few others of my “flock” over here. But I just didn’t have the heart to expose my poor naval history junkies over in Blighty to this … esoteric crowd. And I know for a fact I don’t want to drop my German philosophy major student on YOU guys. I have the utmost respect for all your intellects, but it is REALLY hard trying to have fun when the guy is trying to debate you whether a person’s psyche can be said to be linear in transition, or whether major leaps should be the accepted norm, and why! (I’m not making this stuff up, either! Different strokes…..)

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  2. John, John, the piper’s son. Stole a pig and away he ran. Pig got eat. John got beat. John go crying down the street.

    John, it’s my first medicated post. (Probably a morphene drip. Just got back from same day surgery.) Rightly, it should be to you. πŸ˜†

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    • Hmm. Never nicked a pig, though I have kidnapped my share of dogs (always gave them back, except for one. Never ran down the street crying – laughing, sweating, groaning, and a wide variety of others, but no tears. Otherwise, spot on! And well done, especially on a morphine drip – my wife went in for surgery one time, and I remember a long cosy afternoon’s conversation – on the rare occasions she was coherent enough to participate!
      Thank you SO much for dropping in and thinking of me! Now go rest and take care of yourself. I need your inspired lunatic posts to bring out my creativity! πŸ˜‰

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        • Melissa,
          Good that your son is taking care of mom … and Mother’s Day is past! Good luck with the Skittles, plus hope you are up and around (normally) soon. BTW …. I won’t tell what the operation was.

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        • You’re teasing me, Frank! You don’t know what my surgery was. πŸ˜†

          Maybe these skittles will let me time travel and I could liveblog it. Lessee…titles?

          Womb with a View
          Womb Going Out of Business Sale…All Eggs Must Go!
          Eggstradordinary Detour

          Okay. Now you have an idea.

          πŸ˜† Damn you Rush Limbaugh Skittles πŸ˜†

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        • Oh darlin’, they got you the GOOD stuff! Yours are oxycodone – I have to make do with hydrocodone, a less strong painkiller, and only 7.5mg per pill to boot!
          Hope everything’s going to plan. I’ll tell ya the story of when that happened to Tamy, but NOT as the planned target of the operation. Suffice to say, that’s where my receding, greying hairline kicked into high gear!
          You take care, okay Melissa? Just worry about getting better. I’ll keep Frank busy! πŸ˜‰

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