2021 Daytona 500 Postscript

As I must be really Desperate if I’m Scribbling ‘bout RASSCAR’, Eh?

 

So I’m not sure what’s more confounding for me? The fact that I set out to watch, Err listen to the Day-Toner’ 500 on Ye Telie’, or that I stuck thru it’s Mega five-plus hours Rain Delay to it’s Gory Conclusion! Or that I decided to Tune into my first Busch, Err Xfinity cup Lite race in a long, long time the week after, not to mention the following weekend’s Cup Road Course race.

 

Another Memorable Day-Toner’ 500

Although it’s funny how I once again decided to skip the Busch Clash Replay during that Mega Rain Delay, since I already knew it’s outcome. Ultimately Skipping it twice, since I really couldn’t handle the Sophomoric Hijinx Screaming of Pretty Boy Floyd and ‘Ol Fisticuff’, aka Jeff Gordon and Clint Bowyer in the Broadcast Booth!

 

But I suppose I decided to watch that Mini Documentary on the making of what I’ll forever call Dazes ‘O blunder! Better known as Days of Thunder, starring Tom “I Feel the Need, The Need for Speed!” Cruise since I’ve always liked him as an Actor.

 

As I was happy to hear somebody say what I’d Arse-sumed’ after reading, Err listening to a Biography on Paul Newman a year ago that it was indeed ‘Ol Blue Eyes during the filming of The Color of Money that enticed Cruise’s yearning to go Racing…

 

Although somehow I wasn’t aware that the movie was Directed by Tony Scott, who had just Directed Cruise in Top gun, a film I totally enjoyed Wayback when. Which contrary to the Documentary, top gun still resonates with me more than Days of Thunder! As somebody in the Documentary says how many Films are we still talking about after 30 years? Whale’ I’m never talking ‘bout Dazes ‘O blunder, except to Mock It!

 

I also learned that Tony Scott had Died, although his widow, former Miss North Carolina, Model and Actress Donna Wilson never mentions the cause of Death, which I’ve subsequently learned was suicide, when he Jumped off the Vincent Thomas Bridge in California in August, 2012 at age 68. Along with learning he was the younger brother of Ridley Scott.

 

And I enjoyed the tidbit ‘bout Chase Briscoe driving thru the nearby Panda Express in his Nomex Firesuit, which his wife then dually Tweeted during that Mega Rain Delay, since after all Driver do get hungry also…

 

Continuing plying thoust Seas ‘O Synchronicity, and I Don’t know it’s actually Apropos but, Did Y’all notice that 62yr old Derrike Cope collided with Bubba Wallace on Lap 3, cutting a tyre and promptly Smacking the Wall! When everybody in the Stands was supposed to be standing and saluting with three fingers raised for Thee Intimidator (Dale Earnhardt) in honour of his passing 20 years ago.

 

As it was Cope as I mentioned before who shockingly won the 1990 Daytona 500 when ‘Ol Ironhead’, aka Earnhardt errantly struck an undeserving Seagull whilst leading the race on the final lap! Or at least that’s my memory of what happened. As it was Cope’s final Daytona 500 entry, and he finished 40^th and last.

 

“True Memory is as Illusive as A Bar of Wet Soap”

(John Le Carre: The Pigeon tunnel – Stories from My Life, 2016)

 

And Y’all know the crazy but predictable Racins’ Rubbin’ outcome of this year’s race, where 100-1 longshot Michael McDowell won his very first ever NASCAR Cup race on his 358^th start over 14yrs, which is relatively quicker than ‘Ol Mikey “aw Shucks!” Waltrip’s Ginormous 0-for-426 Starts record before winning for the first time in that Dreaded 2001 Daytona 500.

 

And I’m just totally guessing here, but does that make McDowell just the third ever Open Wheel Racing Driver to win the Day-Toner’ 500? Since I know that ‘Ol SuperTex’, aka A.J. Foyt and Ye Original SuperMario’, nee Mario Andretti had both won the Daytona 500 previously.

 

As McDowell cut his teeth in Single Seaters, winning the 2004 Star Mazda Championship before eventually gravitating to an Ultra short stint at Rocketsports Racing during the 2005 Champ Car World Series season, where he replaced the unceremoniously Dumped Ryan Hunter-Reay for the season’s final two races before ultimately departing for RASSCAR’.

 

But my favourite Quip of the whole race was provided by LarryMac’, (MacReynolds) with one of his McNuggets’ when the Talking Heads were foaming over how well Austin Cindric was doing during his NASCAR Cup Debut, claiming he could become only the eighth driver ever to win the Daytona 500 on his Roundy-round Cup Debut.

 

As Larry noted tht ‘Ol Lonestar JR, nee Johnny Rutherford had won one of the two Daytona 150 Duels on Debut Wayback in 1963 and NO, I wasn’t at the race, Hya!

 

And talkin’ of Cindric, as in Team Penske’s Main Man tim Cindric’s son who was making his Cup Debut aboard a further Team Penske entry, Isn’t it Ironic Alanis? That it would be the two Team Penske Mainstays, i.e.; Joey Logano leading the race with team-mate “Bad Brad” Keselowski on “His six” that collided with each other whilst running 1-2 on the last lap! Leaving the Door wide open for eventual winner McDowell… 

Will the Craziness Cease in 2021?

Polar Vortex’s, COVID 19, “The Beat Goes On…”

 

So as Geo. Phillips of Oilpressure.com Fame would say, if you’re looking for some motor racing Talk today, then come back tomorrow, or may be Thursday? To “See” if I can manage to Gory load another riveting Post upon No Fenders, Urgh! Or should that be Ruf, Ruf? Bark-Bark?

 

Since this one’s gonna be devoted to a very precious Animal I’ve indelibly nicknamed Pixie the Wonderdog, WUF-WUF! Although I did manage to include some racing nostalgia at the end of the story.

 

If you’re an Animal lover then you know the importance of having a pet in your life, for which I like to believe I have the Best of both Worlds, since I’ve been given the honorary title of Surrogate parent of Pixie’s, meaning I have “Visiting Rights” to this precocious, Smallish Chihuahua Terrier mix “Puppy-dog” who was the runt of the litter. Even if she’ll be celebrating her 13^th birthday in just a Fortnight approximately, Uhm right after IndyCar was supposed to be kicking off it’s season on March 7^th.

 

As I got the call Sunday afternoon after I’d finished watching, Err listening to a fairly entertainable RASSCAR’ Cup race upon Daytona’s road course, equipped with new Rumble Strips to try keep Dem’ Good ‘Ol Boyz’ outta short-cutting the Bus Stop chicane.

 

As F1 Spotter, Florencian’ Jeannie called to tell me that Pixie hadn’t been eating since Friday and she thought we should take her to the Veterinarian on Monday, which naturally made me concerned, and put a Damper on my mood the rest of the evening. Albeit I did decide to Tune-in to Speed freaks for some motor racing related levity…

 

So our local Vet in Florence wasn’t accepting any new Pets right now, which makes me kinda Pissed Off at them, so we ended up driving a hour’s east of us to Venita, where a very popular Veterinarian’s office said they could “Squeeze Us in” for an Emergency Check-up at 3:45PM after Jeannie began calling around at 8:15AM Monday morning.

 

And this place is super popular with ten Veterinarian’s on hand, not to mention the roughly 15 separate Vet Assistant “Technicians” and was nonstop traffic of people bringing their Dogs and Cats in and out en masse as we arrived early and waited for our turn.

 

Since we were  an Emergency visit, without a scheduled appointment, we had to wait an hour before they had a free room to examine Pixie and needed to run various tests, as Jeannie and Pixie were in there for nearly three hours while John and I sat outside in the van. As last time I checked my talking keychain clock, it said 7:20PM and Jeannie was still waiting to get the Bill!

 

All of which was very impressive to mwah, since they close at 6PM, but the Veterinarian wanted to run the minimum, but recommended panel of Blood tests and said it had simply been crazy today, since it’s the first day after a weekend and nobody wants to take their pet to an emergency clinic on Sunday…

 

As I learned vicariously how a Dog get’s its temperature taken, to which Cladio’ enjoys calling the Rectal Drone, Youch! As Pixie was given various Antibiotics for her various ailments for the next two weeks, and most importantly has been drinking small amounts of water the whole time. So hopefully the medicines will cure her nausea, Jaundis and other ailments and she’ll return to a normal, healthy, happy Puppy-dog shortly.

 

As it was pretty Funny to Mwah how I was informed that Pixie doesn’t like Jeannie running over the “Turtles,” bumps on the edge of the road and about halfway home on our return, climbed down her stairs, silently glided past me underneath the bench seat and settled down on one of her numerous blankets at the rear of the van to sleep the entire way home. As presumably she was somewhat traumatized from her Doctor’s visit as we ended up being gone for nearly eight hours, Aye Karumba!

 

Meanwhile, and totally by CoInky-dense, I’d searched for the ending of the 1990 Daytona 500 on Youtube Sunday morning, since I’m still positive that ‘Ol Ironhead’, aka Dale Earnhardt errantly Hit a Seagull on that final lap, even though some Internets reports claim he cut a tyre on some debris.

 

As Ned Jarrett originally proclaimed that Earnhardt must have cut a tyre down. But subsequently muses that that’s not the case, and Dale simply had a sudden loss of power instead…

 

So it was like Déjà Vudu as ‘Ol Yogi Berra would say hearing Ken Squire as the lead Announcer, with Chris Economaki and Ned Jerrett in the Booth. With Ye ‘Ol Windbag, nee Dave Despain and Mike Joy as  Pit Reporters.

 

As Economaki waxed on how Purolator, the main sponsor of Derrike Cope’s Wickham Racing’s #10 Chevrolet Lumina was being Sold . Getting out of the business of sponsoring racecars in NASCAR, since it didn’t match their priorities anymore, since apparently it was Sold to Oh Kanaduhs’ Canadian Post, Eh? Whilst Cope was on the brink of possibly winning the Sport’s biggest race, running second behind Earnhardt.

 

As Spanaway, Washington’s Cope had never finished better than sixth to that point in his career, and was running on Used tyres after they’d elected to Stay Out during a previous caution to give him the lead briefly.

 

While Earnhardt had taken a set of fresh Goodyear rubber for the end of the race, but Cope was able to draft right on up to Thee Intimidator’s rear bumper and race with him.

 

With another name from the past being mentioned, as Cope’s Crew Chief was the celebrated Buddy Parrot. As I bring All of this up for many reasons, like Cope being the first Warshingtonion’ to win the Day-Toner 500 along with thou Seas ‘O synchronicity

Once again bathing me.

 

Since for years I took to calling Pixie thou Pixolator’ here upon No Fenders, but tired of Spielchequor’ always asking me, Did you mean Purolator? Which naturally I’d totally forgotten that they’d been Cope’s title sponsor Wayback in 1990.

 

As the best part of the 1990 Daytona 500 Finish Youtube video chronicling the race’s final five laps is Despain interviewing Parrot after the Checkered Flag, saying Cope’s got another problem? which Buddy Parrot triumphantly tells Despain that Cope says He Doesn’t Know where Victory lane is! 

Don't Take them Training Wheels Off Yet, Buster!

Self Driving Nanobots? Flying Taxis? More like Flying Monkeys Me Thinks!

 

So why is life as a Blind Blogger so G-DAMN Difficult these Days? I mean it’s Bad enough that the “New & Improved, Wink-Wink, Nudge-Nudge,” NOT! Zoomtext Fusion 2021 Screen Reader’s turning out to be a piece of Flaming Crap! But Seriously?

 

Right now I’m literally typing Blindly, Whale’ at least I was when I began typing this Tuesday morning…

 

Since for reasons unknown, Zoomtext Fusion 2021 simply decided to Magically turn Off my Keyboard and Mouse Echo features this past Monday evening/Tuesday morning, the latter I rely upon Heavily, since I spend several hours a day simply sweeping the mouse back ‘n fourth to have it Talk to me, to tell me  where something is upon the screen that I can No longer See, since like I said before: Wider is Not Better for Mwah! And hence jumping from a 19-inch square High Def’ monitor to a 24-inch HDi rectangular monitor has ruined the world for me visually, but I digress…

 

Thus just when I thought I might be able to begin posting here on No Fenders with some sorta frequency, my world literally went Dark once again, Frick! Since

I need the Keyboard to echo my completed typed words in order to know what I’ve tried spelling; B5? Nope! D9? Nope!

 

As I won’t even begin trying to tell Y’all ‘bout how Gory Horrific Blogger’s new Blogging Interface platform is, other than I now simply call it Blooger

 

As it’s simply a game of Bloody Battleship whenever I try posting something Solo, and it’s definitely not made for anybody visually impaired or worse, Fucking Blind! Can you Hear me Now Google?!

 

Or even better yet, how ‘bout you Freedom Scientific or whatever you’ve rebranded yourselves as today? Oh yeah, I always forget you’re now Vispero, i.e.; makers of Zoomtext and this Well Gollee Zoomtext Fusion programme I’ve upgraded too, since the Zoomtext programme would Never work correctly!

 

Since like Tacoma Bureau Chief Mary ellen said, I thought Fusion was supposed to let a Blind person Navigate their computer screen without being able to SEE! Since have I reminded Y’all lately that I’m Blind?

 

Which means I shouldn’t have to play “Battleship” when trying to open an Internet link on the web, as I’ve never even been able to use MOOHZillah’/Firefox because the Screen Reader WON’T interface correctly for whatever reason?

 

And Adding Insult to Injury, I’ve just mailed off my Cheque to pay off my Credit Card balance for said product that Don’t even work correctly, URGH! As I’m definitely not a Computer Technician! Nor am I a Gory Rocket Scientist or A Doctor Jim! As where’s ‘Ol Bones from Star Trek when Yuhs need him, Eh?

 

As right now I’m completely Baffled on how to install the Fusion Update my system keeps asking me if I want to install the Update every Gory Stinkin’ time I log onto my Confuzer.

 

After I say Yes to the first two questions, or if you’re still following along at home?

 

“Ken,” my new very annoying robotic Male Screen Reader Synthesizer’s voice, and Yeah, I chose Ken as in Ken & Barbie, since he sounds very Mickey Mousish to my Uber’ Sensitive Hearing, but I digress further…

 

  As Ken will read me that the Fusion 2021 version 2.4.98.69 XP Caladrocious One of One is Not Checked…

 

But try as I may, I cannot manage to Blindly Sweep the Mouse over the Arse-sumedly Itsy Bitsy, Teeny Weeny “Radio Button” location where I need to select it to “Check” the suggested update so I can install it. As why would  a company who claims to be the leader in products for the visually impaired make their programmes so Bloody Difficult for their Clientele who are BLIND!

 

And even weirder yet, why would the programme magically start working again 48-plus Hours later? With the Keyboard and Mouse Echo features once again enabled, even though I never actually managed to successfully reset the Fusion programme on my own…

 

And we’re gona become a future society having Autonomous vehicles transporting us everywhere safely? Oh Never Mind!

 

As we’ll “See” if I can manage to resume Blogging shortly, and Find where the Bloody Labels category Box is hiding in the Blooger interfaces, Sigh… 

Ode to DannaCar'

                Yeah! It's that time of the year once again to honour Ye Disco Queen of 'RASSCAR! As I think Dan-Dan-Danicker’ might actually be lookin’ for a Valentine's Sweetheart this year? Since she and her former Boyfriend, NFL QB Aaron Rodgers have reportedly Broken Up, Fumble! Nevertheless, here we go…

 

Toe to toe
Dancing very slow
Barely breathing
Almost comatose…

(pressdog!)

Wall to wall
People hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hanging on her every move each night in Rapture

Back to back
Sacrailiac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack

Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping

Twenty-four hour shopping

In ‘DannaCar Land!

“Flavour Flav HMS Monogram told me everybody's high
DJ's spinning' are saving' my mind
Flash is Fast, Flash is cool
Jacke Vanilla sez fast, Flashe' no do

And you try to stop

(Watching’ MAC Montoya, Sam Hornish & ALL those Open Wheel DEFECTORS!)

SURE SHIT!

Just go out to the parking lot
Get in your car and you drive real far

Away from the track!

After you drive all night, you see a bright flashing light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out pops a Girl in a shiny sequin bathing suit from RASSCAR!

And you try to run but She's got a gun
And She shoots you dead and “She eats your head
And then you're in the Girl from RASSCAR!

You go out at night, eatin' Racecars

 You eat Marches, Reynard’s, Swift’s and Panoz’s too…

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' Single Seaters
Then, when there's no more Racecars left
You go out at night and eat up Open Wheel Racing series instead

Like Champ Car and the IRL

While ‘Ol timers desperately cling to fantasies of a renaissance…

 

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek

One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move to slow, 'cause the Girl from RASSCAR is cutting thru

(Excuse me HULIO!)

 

But Mrs. Hospenthal is through with the competition

‘cause She's been eatin' a ton ‘O snicker bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
She's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture…

 

Be pure
Take a tour; through the sewer
Don't strain your brain

Just check out that Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue instead!

And then say it real fast

Boog-itee- Boog-itee- Boog-itee!

Paint a train, cause you’ll be singing' in the rain

If dare ain’t some ‘Tin Tops on real soon
I say stop throwin those mountain dew cans at Pretty Boy Floyd

Junior Nation!

Just be good ‘ol boyzs and cheer for ‘dannaCar instead!

Well now you see what you want to be

Just like Mike, who’s trying to pump up ‘Dem Spin-Car ratings on TV
'Cause the Girl from RASSCAR won't eat Candy bars when She’s PEAK-ing

In the bright lights…

 

As now She's gone back up to MARS Where She won't have a hassle with the human race ‘cause now its ‘DannaLand!

And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the Girl from RASSCAR stopped eatin' Racecars
And now She only devours IndyCar

get up; ‘Cause She’s gone HOLLYWOOD!

(Original lyrics: Blondie, Rapture; from the 1980 Album AutoAmerican)

 

2021 Edition

Originally written by Tomaso on Feb 15, 2008

(Last Modified: February 14th, 2021)     

When The Intimidator' got the Chrome Horn'

         

Or as I preferred callin’ Him Iron Head!

 

If you’re paying any attention to this weekend’s upcoming 63^rd running of the Daytona 500, then you’re painfully aware of the fact that it marks the Twentieth Anniversary of Dale Earnhardt’s Death on the final lap of the 2001 Daytona 500 race held on February 18^th.

 

And for as great of racer ‘Ol Iron Head was, Thars’ just something that Don’t sit with me right ‘bout Racins rubbin! Or simply Shoving     your Competitor outta the way, for  which presumably is how Earnhardt got his nickname Intimidator, righto?

 

And even though I know he won his first of seven NASCAR Championships under Wrangler sponsorship, Dale became synonymous with GM’s “Mr. Goodwrench” sponsorship in his black No. 3 Chevrolet for Mwah.

 

And Don’t get me wrong, Earnhardt did a lot of good things during his driving career en route to his 76 Cup victories and seven Championships, as everybody’s seemingly got a Senior memory, But!

 

As my very favourite one’s gotta be when Dale hit an undeserving Seagull during the final laps when leading the 1990 Day-Toner’ 500 which the unlikely winner became the virtually unknown Derrike Cope, who grew up in Spanaway, Washington!

 

As ironically, Cope, who’s now 62 years old, will contest this year’s Daytona 500 race driving for Rick Ware Racing, aboard it’s #15 chevrolet Camaro. As it’s exactly half a lifetime ago that Cope won his maiden NASCAR Cup victory at Daytona, where he hasn’t raced since 2004. As Cope will roll off 32^nd in this year’s Daytona 500.

 

Whilst I also recall my Mum’ giving me a time Life magazine with Earnhardt on it’s cover and it being devoted to the tragedy, for which I gave the magazine to a Co-worker I knew who was a ginormous Earnhardt Fan Wayback then…

 

Yet will anybody be discussing how Earnhardt refused to wear a HANS Device or the fact that he had his seatbelt installed upside down? Or that Emergency Workers cut the belt with a knife and in the aftermath of needing somebody to blame for the current King ‘O RASSCAR’s Death, Bill simpson was summarily thrown Under ye Proverbial Bus!

 

As I believe the now departed Simpson settled his Defamation Suit against NASCAR out of Court, and nobody ever knew how much NASCAR paid Him!

 

And as one of the inventors of the now de riggour HANS Devices, former Sports Car racer Jim Downing recently said, He’s 95% certain Earnhardt would have survived his life ending accident that day if he’d been wearing one of the devices, since I think he mentioned there’s been No Basal Skull fractures since the implementation of HANS in NASCAR.

 

For which I guess I can understand the need for the HALO and Aeroscreen Devices in our current day Open Wheel Racing environment being so prevalent, even if I’m not a Fan of them. As surely the HALO saved Romain Grosjean’s life in Bahrain last year, and I’m All for saving Racing Drivers lives…

The Tomaso Files: Taking A few Baby Steps, May be?

As why did that ‘Ol Pink Floyd song Learning to fly spring to mind? Or seeing the evaporating foam on a Sandy Beach of a wave dissipating as the tide pulls it back out into the Ocean?

 

If you’re a longtime reader of the No Fenders site, or one of my remaining Diehard loyalists, which I do appreciate. Then Y’all know that your Blind Scribe Tomaso’s been waylaid by the myriad ‘O Confuzer’ issues stemming from being forced to migrate to winDOUGHS 10 and Zoomtext 2020 Screen Reading software, which never did work out correctly! Or at least what I’d become accustomed to the past seven years, as what’s that ‘Ol saying ‘bout seven year itches?

 

:Ice is forming on the Tips of my wings Unheeded Warnings, I thought I’d thought of Everything,

No Navigator to find my way Home, Unladen, Empty and Turned to Stone…”

 

VIDEO: Pink Floyd’s Learning to Fly Song

 

sAlas, although I’m quite aware there’s far more serious issues occurring in thou Universe, i.e.; the Dreaded COVID 19 Pandemic, or Mrs. Oilpressure having just undergone Cancer surgery…

 

For Mwah, as a Blind Blogger, the transition to Ye latest ‘N greatest computing technology has simply been a gory Nightmare! As I’m still upset over having not only lost my trusted speech synthesizer voice “Kate,” whom Tacoma Bureau chief Mary Ellen aptly nicknamed Lucy’, Uhm I’ve got NO Clue if that was for Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, (LSD) or as I’ve always thought Lucy from Peanuts Fame? Which I’ve relied upon for the last 14 years before “she” was gone last fall.

 

Then I began using a much worse  female voice which I immediately nicknamed “Zoey the Princess Warrior,” since this speech synthesizer was named Zoey Compact.

 

Yet the Zoomtext 2020 Screen Reader  software has simply been a Piece ‘O Veritable Flaming Crap! And never worked 100% correctly during the three months I actually used it during my one year subscription, since we all got mightily interrupted by the Ultra Nasty Corona Virus! And hence my new winDOUGHS 10 PC Tower sat atop my desk as an ultra expensive paperweight for nine Freakin’ months!

 

Thus with Zoomtext 2020 not allowing me to do simple tasks like “Executing” Links via Hot Key command, which I’ve done since 2006 when I began utilizing Zoomtext in order to stay “connected” to the tethered world of computers, along with writing the No Fenders Blog.

 

I’ve now upgraded to Zoomtext Fusion 2021 and Matt, my Most Excellent Computer Technician, was only able to fine a Male synthesizer voice whom I’m calling Ken for now. Which  I cannot say I’m overly enamoured with, but will have to suffice for now since I’ve got to totally re-learn my Screen Reader’s capabilities, Sigh!

 

For instance, it doesn’t even now tell me if I’m using a capital letter or lower case when typing? Along with not even being able to pronounce the simple word the correctly! Which to my tainted hearing sounds like thooh, which rhymes with Y’all know it’s ah-comin’, Hya! Pooh, or the fact that sometimes it won’t read the final word in a sentence, like the word Pooh!

 And we won’t even discuss pronouncing racing driver’s names, but I digress again…

 

Yet that said, with the latest Screen Reader I was able to Fumble, Stumble and Most definitely Bumble my way into the Blogger.com Blogging Interface platform, which I’ll forever now refer simply to as Blloger!

 

Hmm? Was there just some ‘lil ‘Ol Pigskin game played? And where are Yuhs Chris Berman, Eh? 

 

I miraculously re-entered my No Fenders Blog for the very first time since august 4, 2020 ironically on Thursday, February 4, 2021, exactly six Gory months to the day since I’d last posted a blog story solo, Aye Karumba!

 

Even more amazing to Mwah, was the fact that I could blindly Navigate the Blog platform and managed to fix one of the more annoying typos I’d recently made? Although I’m definitely Not a Fan of this new fangled Autocorrect spieling feature, which seems to have a tendency of completely words for Mwah, like when I was just trying to type completing you bugger! As Mike Rocky’ rockenfeller was a race winner, since duh! He’s a racer, but I digress…

 

anyHoo’, this is another Typical long winded No Fenders rant to let Y’all know it’ll be slow goings for Mwah as I attempt returning to Blogging Solo once again, since it’s definetly a  brand new Ballgame for Mwah, since the new 24-inch Wider is Better monitor AIN’T! Along with All of the remaining technical issues, since this Puter’s simply made me even Slower!

 

Hence, I feel somewhat like a toddler learning to walk again, along with having watched some form of Rush’s’ Behind the Lighted Stage via Youtube where Alex Lifeson sez’ we had to refocus our energies and somewhat slow down, decide what we really wanted to focus upon or we’d simply Burn Out, or something to that effect…

 

Which is exactly what I feel like after effectively an unforeseen sabbatical from any major blogging the last half year, and thus I’ll attempt only picking up thou pace slightly in the future, because as ‘Ol Geddy once crooned “You can do a lot in a lifetime if You Don’t Burn Out too Fast, First you Need Endurance to Go the Distance, First You Need to Last!”

 

VIDEO: Rush’s Marathon Song

 

So, we’ll “S-E-E” if I can “load” my very first Bloody Post in said six months now. As pretty Funny how as I finish this during listening to The Beatles Hour on ye ‘lil transistor Radio, the speaker’s blaring  Out Help! Not just anybody, Help! I Need Somebody, Help!

 

As Kudos to No Fenders blogmeister Miguel for keeping the site alive for me as always…

Tomaso

 

As the partial Rush song lyrics are simply from memory, and are from Marathon on the 1985 Power Windows album.

 

Partial Song lyrics from: Pink Floyd

Song: Learning to Fly

Album: A Momentary Lapse of Reason

Year:1987