October 28th, 2016
It’s T.G.I.F, which means we dig into today’s podcast for Dick’s Details. Dick’s Details is a bunch of totally un-important stuff for you to stuff in one ear, so you can squeeze out the important stuff like a numb arm out the other ear, and you can nod off comfortably to sleep. It takes about 600 grapes to make a bottle of wine…and a couple of hopefully clean feet of course. If the answer is “This truck is full of political promises” what is the question? Don’t know do you. Of course not. Haven’t told you yet, but I will in a minute. There is a breed of cat called a Manx that has no tail. I think they were bred that way as a safety factor for living in old age homes where people rock their rocking chairs as fast as they can. The Canadian government advises mothers to begin toilet training at one month of age. In Brooklyn, kids are toilet trained at gun point. If the answer is “This truck is full of political promises” the question is “What’s a good sign for the back of a Septic Tank truck. Not going there. Dick’s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
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October 27th, 2016
I am in reasonably good physical shape. I do five sit ups every morning. That may not sound like a lot, but there are only so many times you can hit the snooze button. I follow the Big Louie school of physical training. The motto is “No pain…good.” Big Louie is the head guy of the Louie Louie Generation. He says, “Hard work pays off over time. Lazyness pays off right away.” I like that kind of advice. I have come to the conclusion that if things get better with age, I am quickly closing in on perfection. It’s an interesting time in my life. When my Lady Wonder Wench reminds me that it’s time to take out the garbage, I’m now old enough to claim I can’t hear her. I always thought it would take much longer to grow old. When I get thoughts like that, I gotta remember to clap hands for Tinkerbelle. And there’s a story about that in today’s podcast.
October 26th, 2016
Today’s podcast is a plea for some ideas on what to do about my right arm that falls asleep when I’m spooning with my Lady Wonder Wench. You send me all kinds of ideas. Here’s a note from Proud Podcast Person Jim King: How does Moses make tea? Hebrews it. England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool. I tried to catch some fog, but I mist. They told me I had type-A blood, but it was a Typo. I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now. Jokes about German sausage are the wurst. I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me. I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down. Very good Jim. I appreciate your efforts to help. But I need some solid suggestions about what to do about my right arm that loses feeling when I tuck it under my head in the spooning position. My Email is email@example.com
October 24th, 2016
Today’s podcast is about things you send me at firstname.lastname@example.org. For example this is just in from Proud Podcast Person Betsy Kemp: “Let’s face it – English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England nor French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads (which aren’t sweet) are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither a Guinea nor is it a pig…” I appreciate your insights Betsy, but what am I going to do about improving what happens to my right arm when I have to tuck it under by head when I’m spooning with my Lady Wonder Wench. I need your help. Please drop me a note at email@example.com if you have any ideas.
October 23rd, 2016
Today’s podcast is about sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable black leather poppa chair in my living room trying to get some feeling back in my right arm. Since you know by now that my Lady Wonder Wench and I have been married for a long time, it shouldn’t shock you to know that we sleep together. And since you know that I am a testosterone soaked Louie Louie Generation wretch it won’t curl you hair too tightly to know that I often like to sleep with her in the spoon position. That’s where she’s lying on her right side, and I get to put my left arm around her for a comfortable, warm, and sexy snuggle. The problem is that the spoon position leans my entire weight on my right arm, which I have to tuck in under my head, and which in about ten minutes produces a pain so far above childbirth that women can’t possibly imagine it. It’s worse than the pain that only guys experience when we’re at a movie theater, and we put our arm around our date’s shoulder and leave it there through an entire feature film. There has got to be an answer to this problem. If you have any ideas, please send them to dick at dick summer dot com. I can really use your help on this.
October 22nd, 2016
If you believe today’s podcast, you’ll never give up hope. There are a couple of excellent examples of what I mean in some emails you sent. Especially one from Proud Podcast Person, “Greg,” who calls himself “A few weeks past Springtime.” Greg says “A love of my life slipped through my fingers a few years ago. But next time around I’ll wear my catcher’s mitt.” Sometimes it seems like everything is stacked against you…like this ad. But it only takes a little crack in the stack, to make things start falling your way.
October 21st, 2016
It’s T.G.I.F. so it’s time for Dick’s Details from today’s podcast. Historians tell us that President John Quincy Adams kept a pet alligator in the White House. It seems to me that really, the pet alligator let John Quincy Adams live in the White House. If the answer is “It is illegal to display any human abnormality or freak of nature except for scientific purposes in Michigan,” what is the question? The only letter sounds you can make without using your tongue are m, p, h, f, and v. And now half of you are trying it aren’t you. And the other half are women. Other historians tell us that Hitler’s mother seriously considered aborting little Adolph, but her doctor talked her out of it. Way to go doc. Oh yes, if the answer is “It is illegal to display any human abnormality or freak of nature except for scientific purposes in Michigan,” the question is, “Why has Lady Ga Ga never performed in Detroit.” Coincidence, I think not. Don’t hit me with your rhinestone purse. Dick’s Details, they take your mind off your mind.
October 20th, 2016
Today’s podcast, and all the spoken word CDs at Dick Summer . com are there because I figure that although a voice can’t be a complete substitute for having a person around when you need one, but something is better than nothing…especially at night…when your hope sometimes slips off into the dark. I think listening to a friendly voice is one way to feed your hope. Feed the hope, starve the cynicism. Enjoy some romance. In short…live. Like this little bird holding NASA hostage.
October 19th, 2016
Some smart guys in white lab coats just published a survey in which they claim lots of people these days like being alone. What they don’t explain is that “alone” and “lonely” aren’t the same thing. “Lonely” still has a touch of hope. Hope is hot. That means it sometimes burns. Which scares some people away. Hiding from hope makes you cynical and conceited. If there’s only you in your life, who else are you going to think about? That’s what today’s podcast is all about.
October 18th, 2016
There’s a Bedtime Story called, “Lonely Lurks” in today’s podcast. It’s about the threat of giving up hope. Happens to lots of people. That’s one of the reasons for doing my spoken word CDs. Hope gets slippery some nights. It has a tendency to sneak away in the dark. That’s why lonely lurks in the dark.