Garrison Keillor I ain't ...

Once again my fan has contacted me, mourning my negligent lack of output around here.  So, before the Village residents sponsor a polka tournament in my head, I thought I should drop a few thoughts.

First, I'm sure everyone has seen those license-plate holders that say, "My other car is ... "

I think the first ones said " ... a Cadillac."  Of course, no one who actually owned a Cadillac ever displayed such a saying.  However, I used to work for some guys who made a bit of money in the oil business, and one of them owned a Rolls.  His company car was a Cadillac.  So, for his birthday, his partners mounted the classic "My other car is a Cadillac" license-plate holder on his Rolls.

Over the years, of course, variations have appeared - "My other car is worse than this one,"  and "My other car is an F-16,"  for instance.

This morning I saw one that said, "My other pancreas is battery-powered."  Yeah.  I don't know what the hell to do with that.  No idea at all.  "My other pancreas is battery-powered."

No segue possible.  Take a look at this YouTube video of the sun:



Am I the only one who has the creepy feeling that I'm trapped in a sort of alternate reality where Tim Burton hosts A Prairie Home Companion?


And finally, to close our show today, here's a little Christmas wish from the jolly little elves of Apocalyptica:




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