Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day Of Dougie:
Recognize, Violet & Cold Nights
February 4, 2022
Last night was a weird night. Film at 11:00.
And welcome friends to a brand new Day of Dougie blog. I’ve been awake for two hours and I’m already ready to call it a day and go back to bed. I’m not tired, but these damn animals, who I love very much most of the time, are in a mood this morning. The dog is under my feet constantly, Storm wants to keep sitting in front of my computer screen, and Mouthie? He’s Mouthie, ‘Nuff said! These kids have given me a headache. I think I’ll go watch my newest binge on Netflix, Riverdale. It’s odd but strangely compelling. I like Jughead. I’m going to go do that for an episode or two and then I’ll be back. Watch out for the loaded boots. I will return.
And now, the next day it is and I’m back. I managed to get a lot accomplished yesterday, doing laundry, sweeping & mopping the kitchen, working on my Druid/MCU fiction story, and watching the rest of Season One of Riverdale. I remember The Archies from the comics. They’ve changed. It’s a good show, my new obsession, and I’ll start on Season Two this afternoon. It’s on Netflix and while Netflix sucks, this show doesn’t. Go watch it. It’s good.
I also had a cool visitor yesterday in a modern-day rock & roll Jesus. Okay, maybe not and I’m sure that now, someone is offended by that comparison, but my boy Christopher stopped by for a few. And no, it’s not any of the guys named Chris from my troubled past. This dude is actually cool and just about as warped and deranged as I am. A sexy bitch too. He looks kind of like… Jesus, hence my earlier reference. Unfortunately, also very straight so that rules out inappropriate behavior, but that’s cool. He also has a very cool girlfriend who I think highly of so that also makes him off-limits, damn it! He and his occasional running mate/partner in crime, who is also a very warped, but incredibly hot young man, are both just fun to be around. They make an old man feel all warm and fuzzy in the tum-tum and that’s really all that matters. They don’t make me feel as warm & fuzzy as my bro-son, the Infamous One, does, sorry guys, but it’s nice to see a friendly face or two in-person ever so often. And I know some very cool people. I also know a bunch of clown-shoes, but we’re not talking about them now. We’re talking about the good ones.
Speaking of cool people, I posted earlier this morning a flashback to an interview I did in 2006 for Wrestle-Zone.Co.UK, with Andrew Singer, aka Soce the Elemental Wizard. The Jewish, White, Gay MC, who I like to refer to as the Hip Hop Spellcaster. He cast his spell on me 15 years ago with some great music and I’m still loving it. Go check it out if you get the chance.
Okay, this is going to run long so I should probably get to the root of the matter, get the Magic Bag out, and grab out a few topics for discussion. Does that sound good? Reaching into the bag, we have Recognize, Violet, and Cold Nights. Okay, this might not take too long after all. Let’s do this.
Nothing is better than a cold night, a cold beer, and some good friends in front of a bonfire or just chilling, literally, and enjoying the vibe and great atmosphere. My daytimes, I want warmer weather. Maybe in the ’70s, and that’s perfect. But my nights, I’m good with the high ’40s, where all you really need is a windbreaker or hoodie, but there’s a chill to the air to keep you alert and awake. It’s the most happiest time of the year and just feels good. Hot nights? Maybe for some people, but not for this guy. And freezing cold nights, where the nipples get hard, steam comes from the mouth, and the muscles ache, not quite so much either. But just cold enough to notice, hell to the year. Let’s move on.
If you see someone and you know them, you recognize. And if you get the vibe and feel that this isn’t a person to cross, you can call that recognition as well. Hell, people recognize me all the time. We worked together or went to school together. Most often, they’re wrong and in the words of Shaggy, it wasn’t me, but it’s nice to be remembered, even if I’m not the one they’re remembering. Hell, I’ll take it. I’m not proud. And if you’re not down with that, you’d better recognize. ‘Nuff said! Let’s move on and wrap this up.
A fancy name for purple. That’s all it is. Just say, “It’s purple”, damn it! Barney, the Violet Dinosaur, doesn’t have the same ring to it. Neither does Violet People Eater. Just say purple and the world will be a much better place. And I just thought of something about Violet that is cool to remember. Oh hell yeah! Remember the girl from Willy Wonka? She didn’t listen and was an annoying brat. Well, they were ALL annoying brats in that movie, but this one was pretty much one of the top two annoying brats, along with the bad egg girl who wanted it all, she wanted it all, and she wanted it NOW! And of course, I’m talking about Violet, the gum-chewer, who blew up like a giant blueberry. That was so damn cool and couldn’t have happened to a better, more deserving child. Here’s the video. Enjoy.
And now, let’s wrap this baby up.
And there you go. My thanks for reading. Any comments, thoughts, questions, or memes of questionable humor you’d like to share, drop me a line in the comment box or at my e-mail address of Doug28352@yahoo.com and we can chat. Until the next time, be good and be safe. I’ll see you at the Hooker Bar, where every day is a Day of Dougie. Take care.