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  • mistermuse 12:02 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Canis Major, cannabis, constipation, , heat, , , , , , pot, , ,   


    July 3 is both STAY OUT OF THE SUN DAY and the official start of the DOG DAYS OF SUMMER, the period (July 3-August 11) during which Sirius, the Dog Star, rises at the same time as our star, the sun. The Dog Star, for your information and mine, was so named for its prominence in the constellation cluster Canis Major, which was in turn named for its prominence in the constipation buster* Cannabis Maximus.

    The point is, this is one smokin’ hot season, when (assuming you’re not a mad dog or Englishman) you’d best stay indoors all day with an ice chest full of cold ones within reach, and drink to mistermuse’s posts. What could be cooler than that?

    Friends, by staying inside, I’m not prescribing letting yourself go to pot, but the clime this time of year in the Northern Hemp-isphere isn’t fit for a dog (mad or not). It’s simply….

    How hot is it? Today I saw two birds using potholders to pull worms out of the ground…. not only that, but after the birds swallowed their prey, I could swear I saw steam coming out of their rears….er, ears. Talk about being madder than a birddog in heat–those birds were so steamed, the eggs they laid were hardboiled.

    Speaking of laying an egg, all booed things must come to an end; however, for those fans who think my yolks weren’t so hot, I leave you with these:

    • calmkate 3:09 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      they were sure some bad egg jokes and it’s yolk’s all over your face … 🙂
      thanks for the light relief!

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    • Carmen 7:51 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Oh, mistermuse. You are a funny guy! I always figured cannabis was good at slowing you down rather than promoting ‘movement’ — who knew?

      Hope you’ve got some help for the heat – it’s hot enough here that we’re getting warnings on the weather channel! (You heard it from the token Nova Scotian) 🙂

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      • mistermuse 8:28 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Carmen, I hear it’s hot all over. On the Weather Channel, they’re now referring to your province as Nova Scorch-ia and your capitol as Hellifax. Not only the ice, but the glue in the Eskimos’ iglues, is melting. In fact, all of Cannibis–make that, Canada–is becoming a melting pot, making it too soggy to smoke. Fortunately, you can always drink it (to mistermuse’s posts, of course).

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        • Carmen 8:33 am on July 3, 2018 Permalink

          Since my drug of choice is alcohol, I will drink to that, thanks! 🙂

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    • Richard A Cahill 1:08 pm on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I’m in my choice of country, Mexico, so I’ll drink to that.

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    • mistermuse 3:28 pm on July 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      My neighbor family just returned from a week in Puerto Vallarta, where it was so hot, the palm trees had checked into all the hotel rooms and the family had to sleep on the beach at night. I don’t know what the palm trees used for money–maybe the hotels accept coconuts in lieu of pesos or credit cards.

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    • Don Frankel 5:47 pm on July 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Since we’re in the middle of one right here in NYC, this one is appropriate.

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    • RMW 3:24 pm on July 5, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      “Well, you know what they say… mad dogs and Englishmen…” was a favorite saying of my mother’s so I’ve been familiar with that song since a very young child… I’m still amused by it.

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    • mistermuse 4:18 pm on July 5, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Noel Coward, who wrote the song, was of course an Englishman, so he knew whereof he wrote. Like Americans Cole Porter and Irving Berlin, he wrote both words and music….but he sang better than either of them.

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    • restlessjo 5:26 am on July 6, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Brad is kind of cute 🙂 🙂 Much cooler here today. I’m missing the heatwave already.

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    • moorezart 2:10 pm on July 8, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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    • mistermuse 3:38 pm on July 8, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks again….and likewise as far as your blog is concerned. 🙂

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    • barkinginthedark 10:34 pm on July 11, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Mad dogs etc – one of the great songs. continue

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  • mistermuse 5:17 pm on February 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: appetite, , food, , marijuana, over-eating, pot, , satire humorous poem, will power   


    I read in this morning’s paper a USA TODAY article titled STONED AND STARVING? HERE’S WHAT FUELS YOUR FEEDING FRENZY, reporting on a finding about “the insatiable hunger that strikes marijuana users.” According to the article, scientists at Yale University School of Medicine have identified brain cell circuits called POMC neurons which, under the influence of pot, switch from signaling “Don’t eat” to “Eat.” It seems that when researchers dosed mice with an imitation marijuana chemical, they (the mice, not the researchers) gorged on 3 or 4 times their normal amount of food.

    This is certainly welcome news to expansion-challenged men and women who are sick and tired of being accused of lacking the willpower to curb their appetites. Now, like a drunk driver who denies liability for crashing into a building such as that all-you-can-eat restaurant gluttons often patronize (because alcohol rendered him not responsible for his actions), you too may claim no responsibility for being unable to stop shoveling food into your mouth — you can claim to be a pot head (of which your mouth happens to be a part). Naturally, if you live in a state where marijuana is legal, all the better.

    Of course, being neither a fat head nor a pot head, I take but a passing interest in the above report, by way of passing said news on to those of you for whom the following poem may suggest the need to defend your, shall we say, appetites:


    One day I looked down at my tum-tum,
    And found, to my great chagrin,
    That in place of what was my tum-tum
    Was a blob of fat with skin.

    “How could this have happened?” I wailed —
    But I knew the answer well….
    For my will power had come up short,
    And my tum-tum had gone to hell.





    • arekhill1 7:25 pm on February 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      The munchies are what made me give up pot way back when, Sr. Muse. That, and having memorized every episode of Monty Python. It was time to move on.


      • Joseph Nebus 7:46 pm on February 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I understand there’s the whole Adult Swim lineup available to memorize these days.


    • mistermuse 9:09 pm on February 19, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I was only a middling Monty Python fan and have never watched Adult Swim, so what can I say except thanks for the comments, and move on.


    • Michaeline Montezinos 12:11 am on February 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Not a smoker or a toker; besides, pot would make me broker.
      Watched a Monty Python movie with my guy long ago and did not know what pot was.
      To me, it is only something to cook in, like pots and pans. And Florida had a vote and all forms of “mary jane” are illegal.


    • mistermuse 7:28 am on February 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I guess you could say Florida had no intention of going to pot, but no southern state has legalized it. However, you can take a bus back to Michigan if you ever need cannabis….for medicinal purposes.


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