"You Can't Argue With a Twit" a new blog

Sometimes I just can't help myself. I got an idea for a blog theme. I thought about it for a while. I posted to FB and Twitter asking what people thought of it and getting no negative replies decided that it was a GO. Therefore, I did it. It's called "You Can't Argue With a Twit". Once up and live it received 36 pageviews before I even got around to promoting it. This Internet is amazing. Thanks to DARPA for inventing it and making it possible for computers to form networks even though THAT will be the eventual downfall of the human race.  "What part of SkyNet don't you understand?"

If you have any examples, send them. Post in the comments or tell me you have something and I'll send you an email to send to. I'm open to Guests and regular Contributors. I think this one is going to be BIG.

Choose Your Words Wisely

After a string of rainy days that started the week, a local meteorologist reported that the outlook for Wednesday was going to be sunny and clear. She ended her news segment by wishing the viewing audience a "dry hump day."

Whether it is too good

While riding the train into work this morning a woman boarded at the last stop before the end of the run. She proclaimed that this day the weather was "really really nice." She went on to say that it was too nice to go into her office and why is it that they will close offices when the weather is too bad but not when it was too good. I said that the idea was a sound one and that I was going to mention it to the Director where I work. He would be just the type of person who would consider that a reasonable idea.

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Silly Firefly

Late in the evening I was sitting at my dining room table typing at my laptop computer. The darkened window would normally show me the new spring leaves of the trees that have returned to their annual green. There on the glass outside was the intermittent green flash of a firefly. Alone in his attractiveness he was plying a futile effort at sex. This is only the middle of May, I reasoned. Now was no time for fireflies. Their time is supposed to be June and July. His time was supposed to be then, not now.

The silly bugger would not be bugging anyone at all. I turned off the lights and went out to the back yard to see if he was indeed alone. To his dismay, he was. It just doesn't pay to be premature or late when dealing with sex. Unless the ladies emerge tomorrow evening he may never experience the joys of simultaneous orgasmic tail flashing.