Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day of Dougie
Time After Time, Break Out, and Sideburns
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Doug Maynard

It’s a wet and nasty Wednesday morning here in the ‘Burg. How the hell are you? I’m awake and supposedly getting ready for a doctor’s appointment, but I have a realization. While I’ve done many Q&As over the past few weeks, both Wrestling and X versions, I haven’t done a Day of Dougie in nearly forever. And that, my friends, won’t do. While it’s true that the Ultimate X Q&A’s mostly suffice, since they can get pretty random and anything goes, it’s just not the same. So, here we are.

Where should I start? I guess an update on my medical stuff. The foot is coming along nicely. I’m still doing the HBO treatments, which majorly suck, but after today, only ten more left. So every morning, Monday through Friday, for the next 2 weeks, I’m driving to the Wound Center way too damn early to lay in a glass tube and watch MAS*H. And Andy. Can’t forget about Andy. Today, we’re supposed to see about putting a wound graft thing on my foot to speed up the healing process. It’s coming along well, but I’ll take any help I can get. Wish me luck!

And aside from that, it’s life as usual. No social life to speak of, and I’m usually either asleep or on the computer. I need to suck it up, make a move, get over my anxiety, and go see a certain someone. At this point, I don’t know if he’d even have me, but I miss him badly. I screwed up. I did the wrong thing for the right reasons. Or maybe it’s the right thing for the wrong reasons? But I let my doubts, my insecurities, and the influence of others take control and I’ve been hurting for it ever since. To quote Cheech & Chong, “Ain’t life a cocksucker sometimes?”. And yeah, it is.

Okay, enough of the Woe Is Me stuff. I came here for a reason, and it is to pick random topics from the Magic Bag and write about them, with no preparation, warning, or prior knowledge. Let’s get the bag and see what gems fate will hand us today. The long-anticipated topics of discussion are Time after Time, Break Out, and Sideburns. Yeah, we have three winners here today. Maybe I should just talk more about missing Eric and watching TV while being saturated with pure oxygen for two hours a day. Sighs Nah, I’ll take the cards that fate has dealt me. My mind is going blank, but I’ll do what I can. Let’s roll.

Time After Time

When I hear these words, what usually comes to mind is Cyndi Lauper, and her hit from the ’80s, of the same name. Can you believe it’s been over 40 years since Cyndi was a star and that song was a hit? Time has really flown by way too quickly. That was like, twenty years ago at the most in my mind, but the body and calendar disagree. It’s a good song though. Cyndi was unique and had that star quality about her straight from the beginning. She loved pro wrestling too, so that was an automatic plus in her favor as well. And I’m rambling, already, so I’ll just jump to a video of the song, so we can listen and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And we’re moving on.

Break Out

Two things come to mind when I see these words. Criminals and acne. The acne is, of course, when you wake up and your face has turned into a potato field. Nasty image, but it’s something every teenager fears. I was lucky in that while I’d have the occasional pimple or bump, they usually weren’t too bad. Plus, my hair was shaggy enough to cover up any forehead mishaps. That was why I hated haircuts.

And then there is the criminal element. People break out of jail or prison. And I forget where I’m going with this. People escape and it’s called a breakout. And I’m lost here. So, I’ll break out from this topic and move to the next one. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Sideburns

I’ve always appreciated a good set of sideburns, but I can’t grow them. My facial hair and the way it grows in would just never cooperate. I can grow a soul patch and a stache, but the rest of my face is just spotty patches of fuzz. It’s better now that I’ve gotten older, but a good set of mutton chops is not in my future, not now or ever. They’re not really fashionable or in style these days anyhow unless you’re Hugh Jackman or perhaps a Civil War General. And I am neither of those. Sideburns were big in the late ’60s and ’70s as part of the Hippie Movement. They were seen as rebellious and counter-culture. Maybe that’s why I like them. Anyhow, sideburns are cool.

And there you go. Thanks for reading. Comments, thoughts, and any questions are welcome. And I guess that’s all for now. I’ve taken too long doing this and need to rush to get ready to leave and get to the Wound Center on time. Be good, my friends, and be well. I’ll be back later today with the Ultimate Wrestling Q&A, as well as the Ultimate X Q&A. Some good questions are coming so watch out for those. And I’m out of here. Have a great day (of Dougie). Who loves you, baby?

Ubuntu!