Yes, it’s true, I’ve returned!
See, last May, when I decided to lay down and take a nap, I never dreamed that that nap would turn into a nine month siesta. Instead, I dreamed it might become a nine month nightmare.
That explains why I’ve decided to make up for my Rip Van Winkle absence—to all three of you—by attempting to write one quality (or one abysmal) post every single Friday.
Or, until WordPress finds out I’m back.
In which case, you’ll likely be spared irreversible damage to your retinas from read this (less than informative) blog.
So, here goes nothing—but most of you already knew that.
Now it’s an acknowledged fact—take my word for it because I haven’t done the research yet—that Marc Anthony, while he laid dying having fallen on his sword, yelled out to Cleopatra…
It’s true—if you don’t do any empirical research.
This deeply puzzled Cleopatra because she’d always assumed Anthony was covered by Blue Cross.
Then Cleopatra was bitten by a couple of asps.
That’s when she decided that she wanted to utter a few famous last words of her own— thereby upstaging the ever-theatrical Mark Anthony. And so she screamed—to no one in particular…
“Snakes, why’d it have to be snakes?”
Cleopatra’s last words were thought to have been lost to all of history. Until one day, the great film adventurer and archaeologist, Indiana Jones, excavated her last words from one of her tomb’s bathroom walls where they had sat—scribbled in permanent marker—for centuries.
The story goes that Jones discovered the wall while searching for a magical lamp—one modeled after a woman’s leg topped by a lampshade.
Suggesting the dig for the lamp took place somewhere near the ancient city of—Cleveland, Ohio.
Indy, later went on to adopt Cleopatra’s famous last words as something of a catch phrase for himself. This resulted in a rather nasty lawsuit—brought against him by Cleopatra’s estate.
The whole thing was eventually settled out of court, but, not before Jones paid an expensive licensing fee for the use of Cleo’s famous last words.
And what became of the dubious estate attorneys who brought this frivolous lawsuit? They’ve not be seen or heard from since …except on afternoon talk shows—like Dr. Phil.
It’s all a matter of public record, you can request a copy of the records if you’d like? But, why bother—since I’ve already provided them for you right here.
And for free!
Except for a one time payment of $39.95 (plus shipping and handling) for my new (complete, unabridged, soon to be written) book entitled…
“All the Famous Last Words Ever Spoken … As Far as You Know”
In it, you’ll find some of the greatest famous last words ever spoken. Take for example: Julius Caesar’s.
Bet you didn’t know Julius Caesar’s famous last words were phrased in the form of a question? Oh hush up and stop taking credit for it, Richard Edes…
Everyone already knows he was auditioning for the game show, “Jeopardy” at the time.
Also it appears he kept a journal (discovered in his palace by the FBI while searching for clues to his murder) where he’d apparently been experimenting for months in search of just the right words to say—just in case he were to meet with an unexpected death.
Yet, it seems he was only able to come up with that perplexing question of, “Et tu, Brute.” Which, when translated (by me) to read, “You too, Brutus?”
Naturally, this incriminated Brutus, who as it turns out, actually took a stab at answering Caesar’s perplexing question—with the help of a few friends.
Then, there was Ramses the II.
Now, it’s not well known but while he was gaining on Moses and the Israelites in that great chariot race to the Red Sea … he somehow lost the keys to his chariot and it stalled out.
Not having pit crews back in those days, Ramses the II (fearing once he’d located his keys he might have to give chase into the sea after Moses himself) turned to Marvin, his second in command, and said…
“Hey Marvin, be so kind as to give chase after Moses into the Red Sea for me, won’t you? Seems, I’ve lost the keys to my chariot back in the desert somewhere, and now I’m gonna have to return home to get my other set of keys.”
They were probably in his other pair of trousers.
Anyway, the point is, it wasn’t Ramses the II who uttered those famous last words, “Oh crap!” at the Red Sea when it closed up over his army, as initially thought, but poor old Marvin instead.
However, I’d say his last words seem quite apropos, wouldn’t you? Particularly, since it was Marvin’s last assignment.
In my book, I also take you way back to the beginning and the very first famous last words ever spoken. Remember Abel, of Cain and Abel fame? His famous last words were…
“Hey, I’ve been shot!”
Of course, ballistics being what they were then—and Cain being a believer in the Second Amendment as well as knowing his Miranda Rights—means that we’ll probably never know what kind of gun Cain used in the commission of the crime.
All the same, Abel’s famous last words were likely dead on.
Now I can’t speak to the many NOT SO FAMOUS last words uttered by other folks.
With the exception of a few last words from, Herbert the Expert Marksman of “Herbert the Expert Marksman’s Archery Shop” who said…
“Ouch, that hurts!”
This was back in 1548, when Herbert the Expert Marksman suddenly died in a tragic bow and arrow accident.
Or so, Jerry the Nave, (his assistant) claimed.
It was afterward that, Jerry the Nave, wound up inheriting Herbert’s wife “Errolyn the Beautiful” who went (reluctantly) to Jerry the Nave as part of Herbert’s inheritance.
Along with all of Herbert the Expert Marksman’s Fortune 500 shop.
Earl, Jerry the Nave’s brother, was the sitting judge at the hearing and he ruled Herbert’s death a suicide—by bow and arrow.
Uh … Herbert’s bow and arrow.
Can you believe that? Well I certainly hope so, as it will go a long way towards the sale of my (soon to be written) book.
By the way, all the details about Herbert’s demise were revealed to me in a letter written by Herbert himself, posthumously—after his death.
I don’t know how that’s possible?
All I know is the letter was addressed to me with specific instructions that I not open its contents—until after I was born.
Naturally, I agreed.
I can only surmise, that he met with Nostradmus, who then alerted him to my book, which was to be written in the future. Obviously, the poor guy wanted to be included in a #1 Best Seller!
How could I say no to him—I’d never met the guy!
Nice to see you back! Don’t forget Santa’s famous last words “You’ll shoot your eye out.”
Thank you, Jan, it’s great to be back too. And oh my god, you’re so right! I mean, I can’t believe I left out perhaps the most famous of last words every mom has ever uttered—just before one of their children goes out to meet with a catastrophe. It ranks right up there with “And don’t forget to change your underwear before you go out. What if you get into an accident and they have to scrape you out of the car … and they find you in dirty underwear? Put on your clean BVD’s.” That, “And don’t break your glasses!” just before going out to shoot the Bumpuses Dogs—only to shoot your eye out anyway! 😀
So true! They’d have to put on your headstone – “he died in dirty underwear.” Oh the eternal shame of it all.
Oh, I can see that playing out at my memorial service. One of the other wives will ask, “You let your husband go out and die in dirty underwear?” And her response would probably go something like “Well I thought he said he was going to dye his underwear!” 😀
Thank you, Peggy. I’m delighted to see you and so glad to be back. Hope I continue to put a smile on your face. 😀
Welcome back! Your brain hasn’t changed much. That’s good, isn’t it?
Thank you, Kate. And to think that all those crazy doctors thought that frontal lobotomy would help. Guess I showed them, huh? But, seriously, thank you, Kate. 😀
Frontal lobotomies aren’t all they are cracked up to be!
Nice to have you back, Paul!
And so funny, because as soon as I read “Why did it have to be snakes!” I saw Indiana Jones… 😉
Thanks, Dale. Happy to be back! Hopefully, I’ll succeed in putting a few more smiles on your face along the way. You know how it is, though, once you read the word “snakes” suddenly, Indiana Jones, Cleopatra Jones, or some other Jones comes to mind. It’s difficult keeping up with the Joneses these days, don’t you think? To say nothing of the snakes. 😀
Welcome home to Blogsville!!
Thank you, GP. It’s great to be back, I’ve missed you, folks. Thank’s for coming to visit. Hope I can still provide you all with a good laugh from time-to-time. I’ll be back over there pretty soon as well. Good to see you, GP. :O)
I’m certain you’ll be doing just fine!
Welcome back from your nine-month siesta, Paul! It’s always a good day when you’re driving down WordPress Blvd. and see a light on in the attic. 🙂
Hey, thank you, Allen! I guess these days the bumper-to-bumper traffic on WordPress Blvd. helps. Maybe it slows traffic down long enough for them to notice my attic. Particularly, when I’ve been accused of using a dull bulb up there. You know, initially I was using a sign that read “We’ll leave the light on for you” but Motel 6 (and a pleasant fellow by the name of, Tom Bodett) found out about it, and not being too bright, I removed the sign and went with the dull bulb instead. 😀
I think I need a nine month siesta! So glad to have you back Paul. Now there will be a bright spot to look forward to on Fridays. But as you can see, I didn’t get to this until Monday! I’m always a day late and a dollar short…~Elle
Thank you, Elle. Sounds like you and I are on the same schedule—including the one where we all come up short on money. Don’t you wish the world would just get rid of the need to use money and band together to use our resources in helping one another instead? At least I can share my utopian thoughts for free. As for being a bright spot to look forward to on Fridays—I don’t mind sharing that spotlight with the sun—I only hope I live up to expectations, ’cause I think we all need a smile or two at the end of a week—or even a long sentence. 😀
Looking forward to it!
I never thought I could read the history of the world in only a few words…..well maybe more than a few but then few is more than three and this is more than three but I digress.
So good to have your distorted view of things back where it belongs…:)
Thank you, George. Hey, wait a minute! Distorted? That’s what my wife says about my blog as well! Have you two been talking again? 😀
We have an unspoken understanding. It keeps us both sane..:)
Oh, well that explains it. I knew there was a reason why I like you guys so much. 😀
Happy Thanksgiving, Paul!
Many thanks, Mitch. Had quite a few members of our family over and everyone seemed to have a wonderful time. I hope you yours had an equally wonderful time as well, and happy holidays to you. :O)