What is blunder? What is blundering? Connotations and perceptions weigh heavy on these questions.
These things come to mind while watching the blundering of the likes of George W. Bush and company, and that of ourselves.
The brand of blunder of George is not the same as that which we employ.
In our world, blundering is a term of laughing at and accepting the human condition for what it is. In our case, for the most part, our brand of blunder as it relates to the human condition deals with the ironic,comedic and HUMANE part of the human condition.....evolution of the spirit.....the soul.........self understanding. In George's brand, it relates to more primal elements of the human condition.....ego.....pride.......the law of the jungle........greed.
This make me proud to to practice our brand of blundering, which only proves that since pride is in George's brand, that I am still a work in progress.
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Ommmmmm........................

The yin and yang of blunder. e.g.: true story:

I was driving down the road the other day when I came across a group of cars stopped in front of me. The car that stopped the line, at the head of the line, was being driven by an Indian man who had stopped his car to get out a lift and injured bird that was in the middle of the street. I don't know if he had hit it, or just saw it there, as I came up on this after a few cars were already stopped. The guy lifted the bird and set it off to the side of the road, got back in his car and left. I assumed that perhaps he was a Hindu, and saw this as a duty, or just had a soft spot in his heart...... I don't know. It did kinda move me to a point to see this action. I then went home and had chicken for dinner. The yin and yang of blunder.

Back to george and blunder.....When george blunders, it's that he f***s up and either don't know he f***ed up, or don't care he f***ed up.
If we we f*** up, we care, and sometimes even know.
Can I get a HAIL HOMER?!

HAIL HOMER

HAIL HOMER--from Henryetta, OK. (Homer and Henryetta just seem to go together nicely.)

Edited to say this is Ceashel in Cliffite disguise. We're sharing a computer while at WoodyFest and I forgot to log in as me. Sorry.

Since this topic is almost sideways related in a fuzzy logic sorta way to selective obliviousity, we sure could use Bumper to help me sort it out right about now.But, if anyone cares to step up and try to fill that void, we got lots of electrons left.

great, now we got Ceashel in reverse drag....sort of. What's Jay wearing?

This is starting to sound like "Entertainment Tonight"! .....Paris was wearing a lovely orange jumpsuit when escorted to jail. The accompanying officer was wearing a dark blue uniform accented in silver!

Where is this jail? At Howard Johnson's?

In answer to Larry's question, pantyhose! Just kidding Jay

HAIL HOMER! Have you seen the new Simpsons movie, Larry?
In respondance to P.L&A answering Larry's question - a tutu maybe. And who is Jay?

No, no, NO... you're getting it all wrong! Larry wears the tutu, Lorie wears the pantyhose and I am wearing out. I stay oblivious but mostly I got nothin'. It is an excellent question, Brigitte, who indeed? I could say that I am the walrus...but that's been done... I could fling cows...but THAT'S been done... pianos? nope... okay... I got nothin... carry on.

ahhhh, I remember the days of flinging cows like it was yesterday!!!

and my favorite color was blue... no, red!!!

Oh, I love the walrus from "Urmel aus dem Eis" who is always singing the Loreley-song "Ich weiß nicht was soll es bedeuten" ("I don't what it means") out of depression. Now that walrus usually wears a scarf, but a pink tutu wouldn't look to bad either.
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Now I know who Jay is and tried to find out who or what a Cliffite is. So I googled it and found a link to arlonet and rising son records to Cliffite's birthday posts and his profile.

OK, so since we are talking about Homer, I have a protest! So I heard on the news that the people of the United States voted a state over towrds the East coast as the REAL Springfield! Well, just like the last time, they got the vote WRONG!!! The real Springfield is the one in Oregon!! My Dad went to school with the REAL Homer and he lived in Springfield at some time. He lived in Silverton when he went to school with my Dad, then when they grew up they both lived in Portland and his son Matt was born there probably in the same hospital I was born in, but five months before me. My Dad and Homer saw each other now and then 'til we moved to OZ in '64.

Carry on..........

Oh, they went school together in Salem not Silverton.
The Chonklit cake fugged my brain and (ugh) I think I ate too many pieces yesterday. I've got "too long a birthday" hangover today. Can I stay home from work? It's freezing (well for us here in the subtropics) out there!!