{"id":6674,"date":"2025-02-10T21:18:00","date_gmt":"2025-02-10T15:18:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=6674"},"modified":"2025-02-10T21:18:00","modified_gmt":"2025-02-10T15:18:00","slug":"this-is-150-ish-part-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/falseducks.com\/theblahg\/?p=6674","title":{"rendered":"THIS IS 150…ISH, PART TWO"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Scott<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0 Hey ho I’m back again with part two of THIS IS 150\u2026ISH.\u00a0Having realized in my last blahg,\u00a0THIS IS 150…ISH, PART ONE<\/a> that I’d reach 150 blahgs with the publication of\u00a0DARKWING DUCK AND THE NFT CASH GRAB…UNBOXING!<\/a>, I set out to review blahgs 100 through 125.\u00a0 This continuation will review blahgs 126 through 150.\u00a0 Let’s get to it.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 126.\u00a0 MARIE CARROLL AND BOB STRONG REVISITED.<\/a>\u00a0 This is one of those funny addendum blahgs where I went back to a subject I had previously covered.\u00a0 In this case, the previous blahg was number 125, WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MISS REGINA HASSOCK OF 1947?<\/a>\u00a0 In that blahg, I tried to provide information about the big band singer, Marie Carroll.\u00a0 “Marie Carroll and Bob Strong” revisited was my attempt to correct an error I made in the “Regina Hassock” blahg where I said I didn’t think Marie Carroll had ever gone into a studio and recorded any songs and that most of the output we have today are from live radio shows where Marie Carroll sang with Bob Strong.\u00a0 I had mentioned some live remotes that Marie Carroll did with Bob Strong and his orchestra that were available on a CD released by Circle Records with the title \u201cBob Strong And His Orchestra, 1944-1945\u201d:\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I didn’t have this CD when I wrote the “Regina Hassock” blahg but purchased and received it and discussed it in the “Revisited” blahg.\u00a0 The selections from the CD were recorded for Lang-Worth in the Columbia Studios in Chicago on August 13, 1945. \u00a0 I presented Marie Carroll’s tracks and a few of Bob Strong’s tracks from another Lang-Worth session.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 I’m not going to re-post any of those tracks but will post a live remote of the Bob Strong Orchestra from May of 1945.\u00a0 In the “Regina Hassock” blahg I posted a Victory Parade of Spotlight Bands from January 9, 1945 that included Marie Carroll vocals.\u00a0 I have found another Victory Parade of Spotlight Bands featuring Bob Strong from May of 1945 but oddly there are no vocals by Marie Carroll.\u00a0 I say “oddly” because the advertisement below mentions Marie Carroll appearing with Bob Strong on June 2, 1945:\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Bob<\/a><\/p>\n

If Marie Carroll was with Bob Strong on June 2, 1945 then why doesn’t she appear with him on the Victory Parade of Spotlight Bands from May 31, 1945?\u00a0 Instead the only female vocal is attributed to “Dorthy Nielsen.”\u00a0 I’m not even sure if I’m spelling her name correctly but listen to her sing on “Sentimental Journey”:
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127. \u201cTHE CHRISTMAS MAYONNAISE\u201d<\/a>. Any blahg that reports on me lying on the floor at Walmart around Christmastime should give you a clue that all is not well down in Whoville.\u00a0 The Christmas Mayonnaise is a parody of the Christmas Malaise:
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A general feeling of discomfort, illness, or uneasiness whose exact cause is difficult to identify.<\/em><\/h3>\n

\"\"<\/a>I was sick and it was Christmas.\u00a0 You do the math.\u00a0 Maybe if I’d have eaten some bad Christmas Mayonnaise it would have made more sense.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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128.\u00a0 A VERY QUIET CHRISTMAS PLAN.<\/a>\u00a0 The debut of my short story with the same name.\u00a0 In hindsight, I think I should have called it “Carnival Barker.”\u00a0 Regardless, it’s well worth reposting:\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A Very Quiet Christmas Plan<\/strong><\/h4>\n

by<\/h4>\n

Scott Henderson<\/h4>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip decided he was going to have a very quiet Christmas.\u00a0 That was his plan.\u00a0 It hadn\u2019t been planned if you went back several months but the current plan seemed suitable.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Margo had left after Labor Day.\u00a0 She hadn\u2019t been happy for a while and she told Philip she was leaving to find herself.\u00a0 Philip found himself\u2026alone\u2026after Margo left and took Carnival Barker with her.\u00a0 Carnival Barker was their dog.\u00a0 Really, Carnival Barker was Philip\u2019s dog because it followed him home one day.\u00a0 It barked after him the whole way from the park and it sat in the street and barked continuously until Philip came down from his second floor apartment in an effort to make peace with the dog and his neighbours for the continuous barking.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou should be a Carnival Barker the way you carry on,\u201d Philip said to the dog.\u00a0 The name stuck and, anyhow, Carnival Barker didn\u2019t object.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Margo objected.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou don\u2019t know where the dog\u2019s been or who he might have belonged to,\u201d she explained to Philip.\u00a0 \u201cEither he goes or I go.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the end both of them went but not before Carnival Barker stayed and Margo stayed but she always referred to him as \u2018Barker\u201d although Philip slipped in the full \u2018Carnival Barker\u2019 whenever he and the dog were alone; which was often because Margo had been trying to find herself for quite a while and that meant she was always out trying something different which didn\u2019t always include Philip or even Carnival Barker.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhy did she have to take Carnival Barker if she was trying to find herself?\u201d\u00a0 Philip had said this aloud numerous times since Margo left when he wondered about her which was less often than when he wondered about Carnival Barker.\u00a0 His little joke to himself was that maybe Carnival Barker was a guide dog and was helping her find her way.\u00a0 He fantasized often that the dog came back and Margo stayed wherever it was she found herself.\u00a0 He still held that fantasy as it got closer to Christmas and imagined that he\u2019d wake Christmas morning to the sound of Carnival Barker extolling the virtues of his name down in the street until his neighbours pounded on his door and told him to \u201cquiet that hound.\u201d\u00a0 After all, wasn\u2019t that the exact phrase they\u2019d shouted when Carnival Barker had first followed him home.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip wondered what it had been about him that made anyone or anything want to follow him home.\u00a0 There had been Carnival Barker but before that there had been Margo.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Margo had followed him home from another walk in the park.\u00a0 He hadn\u2019t noticed her at first until she eventually piped up and said \u201cif you hadn\u2019t noticed, I\u2019m following you.\u00a0 I don\u2019t usually do this but I\u2019m in this whole seize the moment stage and I saw your face and thought I should just follow this guy home and see what develops.\u201d<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 What developed was a six month relationship where Margo moved in and Philip let her.\u00a0 He liked Margo.\u00a0 She was take charge or forward ho or a number of catch phrases that challenged her to do something different like following someone home and\u00a0 building a relationship.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 There was no courtship with Margo.\u00a0 Philip had been alone and then there was Margo.\u00a0 She saw him every day.\u00a0 She talked incessantly but she asked numerous questions about him and that seemed appealing.\u00a0 No one had ever asked him so much about himself in so short a time and no one had ever followed him home from the park just to see what developed.\u00a0 It was nice.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip did not think he loved Margo.\u00a0 In fact, he knew he did not love her or loved her less when she left and loved her even more less or lesser when she left and took Carnival Barker.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 No one ever claimed Carnival Barker; except Margo in the end.\u00a0 Philip had put up posters and read the papers but there were no lost dog inquiries that matched the description of Carnival Barker.\u00a0 His main feature was his bark which had been incessant when he wanted Philip to invite him into his home and ceased after he\u2019d gained entry.
\nThis was akin to how Margo stopped her incessant talking and personal questioning of Philip after she too had moved in.\u00a0 No one claimed her either.\u00a0 He never met her family, if she had one, and her only friends seemed to be Philip and Carnival Barker or anyone involved in her finding herself activities when she went out and left man and dog alone.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip missed that dog.\u00a0 He missed the padding of his feet or how Carnival Barker would stare at him when Margo was out and Philip could just imagine the dog saying it was another evening in for the boys and Philip would stare back and then tell Carnival Barker that an evening alone with him without Margo was more than worthwhile.\u00a0 The dog hadn\u2019t been large or small and not exactly somewhere in the middle.\u00a0 He was the size he was which was right for him and besides his bark, his other distinguishable feature was his colouring.\u00a0 Margo would use flowery descriptions of autumnal shadings of leaves or beach sands after receding tides when Philip clearly thought Carnival Barker reminded him of the colour of turkey gravy from a can.\u00a0 It was little things like that widening the gap between Margo and Philip that eventually led to her leaving.\u00a0 She\u2019d left a note that was a panoramic description of the chasm developing between them as she sought to find meaning while Philip seemed to be rather happy in the status quo.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip liked the status quo.\u00a0 Margo was gone and so was Carnival Barker.\u00a0 It was Christmas now and he moved through it as he liked and the current plan of a quiet Christmas was enough.\u00a0 At least it should have been.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It started with the turkey.\u00a0 This had not factored into Philip\u2019s plans.\u00a0 A quiet Christmas meant to Philip no fuss or bother or commitment to any holiday plans other than a quiet Christmas.\u00a0 The turkey changed everything.\u00a0 He\u2019d won it in a holiday raffle at work.\u00a0 He wasn\u2019t even sure what the proceeds of the raffle went to support.\u00a0 He\u2019d been cajoled into buying a ticket and just assumed the proceeds would go to pay for the cost of the turkey that would be won by some poor sucker.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip was that poor sucker.\u00a0 And it was a fresh turkey, and not frozen, and given out two days before Christmas so he\u2019d have to plan something for it and upset his plan for no real plan for Christmas.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of course if you have a turkey and you have to cook it, which is a plan far better than throwing it away or trying to fawn it off on someone else who had even less plans than Philip, then you have to build on that and soon there\u2019s potatoes and stuffing and cranberries and pie and gravy and of course that would remind Philip completely of Carnival Barker.\u00a0 And if\u00a0 you have all that and you\u2019re suffering melancholia for a dog who followed you home from the park and not the woman who had tried that trick before the dog then you have to alter all plans and invite others in to share in your newly best laid plans that altered your regular plan in the first place.\u00a0 And if you\u2019re all in on the meal and inviting others then you have to plan for decorations and a tree and lifting your spirits without artificial spirits so no one knows the melancholia was about all you could stomach without the turkey and the decorations and the whole Christmas with trimmings.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In the end, Philip was alone.\u00a0 No one came.\u00a0 No one was available and yet all the plans had been made and he had committed himself to those plans and when the plan of a quiet Christmas did materialize despite Philip\u2019s best efforts to expand the raffle turkey into an extravaganza evening, he was a little disappointed to find himself alone on Christmas Eve with the thought that the next day was Christmas and he still had all that cooking to do with the raffle turkey and no one to share it with and slip turkey to under the festooned table.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 On Christmas Eve, Philip did nothing.\u00a0 He stared at the tree he\u2019d been obliged to include in his failed plans and the lights dancing on the tree lulled him to sleep.\u00a0 He dreamed fitfully.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In his dreams Philip was back at the park and there was Margo and Carnival Barker and they were chasing him and he was trying to avoid being caught by hiding behind various trees but secretly relishing in the notion that Carnival Barker could sniff him out but that Margo would have no such talent and might eventually give up and go on with her life.\u00a0 Ultimately Carnival Barker\u2019s bark would betray him and Margo would hone in and find him as if she\u2019d had some talent after all and not give credit to the dog she simply referred to as Barker.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Margo would pull Philip close and kiss his face and tell him he\u2019d been found and he\u2019d laugh and wonder how it easy it had been that she had found him, with Carnival Barker\u2019s help, yet she had a difficult time finding herself.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip woke up Christmas morning and could still feel Margo\u2019s wet dream kisses upon his cheek.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t though.\u00a0 It was dog slobber.\u00a0 It was Carnival Barker.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cCarnival Barker, how can you be here?\u201d he said aloud to the dog.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of course it wasn\u2019t the dog who replied, it was Margo, standing in the doorway looking no more found than she had when he had last seen her in September.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBarker and I thought you might be a little lost without us and I know a thing or two about lost and found and we found ourselves alone and determined that you should not be and so here we are and I\u2019m famished.\u201d\u00a0 She\u2019d not even stopped to take a breath.\u00a0 Typical Margo.\u00a0 She was gone and then she was back. Philip recalled how she had never left her key behind after she left.\u00a0 Philip didn\u2019t care.\u00a0 Carnival Barker was back.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 There was nothing for it after that and Philip had to cook the Christmas dinner and spend it with Margo talking about her travels over the past few months and her enlightenment and not once mentioning how Carnival Barker had factored into any of it and all the while Philip grinned and slipped the dog pieces of dark meat and marveled at how much his coat really did resemble tinned turkey gravy.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Margo moved back in and then shortly after New Year moved out again after following someone else home from the park and calling up Philip and saying she\u2019d found her soulmate, as if he\u2019d been lost to her until then, and that she\u2019d call for Barker but not sounding convincing at all\u2026about retrieving the dog and not the bit about the soulmate.\u00a0 The soulmate was just some poor sucker who probably deserved Margo as much as Philip had deserved a fresh not frozen turkey that upset his plans for a quiet Christmas.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Philip didn\u2019t care.\u00a0 Carnival Barker was back and he was determined to change his locks and that nothing planned or unplanned would take Carnival Barker from him again.<\/h4>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As it so often does, Philip\u2019s plans did change, though.\u00a0 He eventually met someone else and he married and there were children and there was still Carnival Barker.\u00a0 And there were great Christmases and Philip would often think back on that one extraordinary Christmas.\u00a0 Not the one where he had won the turkey and Margo had come back but the following year when he cooked a turkey again and it was just him and Carnival Barker and Philip set a place for the gravy coloured dog at the table.<\/h4>\n

The End<\/h4>\n

129.\u00a0 2024 FALSE DUCKS NEW YEAR’S DAY VIDEO RAMBLE<\/a>.\u00a0 Unlike the 2022 Video Ramble which was blahg number 107 and that video is missing in action, I at least can post this one.\u00a0 <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n