Bill Prouten on Sax 2!

 

Bill Prouten on Sax!

 

The Waltzing Cat by Leroy Anderson!

 

Meowy Cats SING!

 

Space Cats — Magic Fly

OK  THEN! If anyone is still reading this blog, you'd notice I'm mostly posting clips from YouTube. There's a reason for this! I can't play the damn things on YouTube. I want to film them off my monitor, then try to pass them off as my own content (sorry, that's what I do!). It's fun for me to tinker around, fingerpaint, as I like to call it - my tech vocabulary is VERY limited, but I do what I can. This is one of the first videos that truly entranced me. Can't do a clip of it, either! But it's fun. Share the joy!

P. S. Most of the "traffic" on my blog now consists of thinly-veiled ads for this or that. Most are in foreign languages. I know this isn't a good sign! Does this mean I've been "hacked"? With all the tomfoolery YouTube dishes out every day, I wouldn't be surprised. But what do they want from me? I'm only here to have fun. Fun hasn't done all that well on the internet in the past few years. But I'm trying my best! You can curse the darkness, or light all the candles on the birthday cake.

CALLLL for SUPERCHICKEN!

 

Tennessee Tuxedo and his Tales!

 

Watch out for that TREEEE! George of the Jungle

 

NBC Peacock Logo (this scared the hell out of me as a kid!)

 

Underdog!

 

The! Ice! Is! Gonna! Break! Christopher Walken's Finest Moment

 

Peacock Display!

 

William Shatner: It's a weird world. AND I LOVE IT!💗💗💗

 

Crunchy Cat Luna: CRUNCH THAT KIBBLE!!

 

It's SUNDAY, SUNDAY (Much better than FRIDAY!)

 

Songs of the Pogo: Plinky, plunkety plank!

 

The PATHE ROOSTER: Best Film Logo EVER!

 

This is the 20th time I've tried to post this clip! I seemed to have forgotten how, then I remembered, then I deleted it. Now this SEEMS to be the clip! We'll see. It's my favorite film logo, the Pathe Rooster. You can have your Leo the Lion! I do wonder if there was a hint of satire at work here. Anyway, this is my first post of 2026, and I hope it won't be the last. Happy New Year! 

The Adventures of Superman (1959): 💥SUPERMAN to the RESCUE!💥

PSSHHHHHHT! Superman comes in for a landing. This show was so primitive that it's laughable now, but we ate it up. George Reeves didn't really have the build for it, and he didn't look so good in tights, but it didn't seem to matter. And we won't get into the murky circumstances of his death. (The myth is that he committed suicide by jumping off a building, proving he really COULDN'T fly in real life.) 

My brother Arthur used to lie across the back of the sofa and make "pssshhhhh" sounds. I was actually pretty scared of that intense, dramatic opening: "It's a bird!" "It's a plane!", and it really was pretty creepy to see Reeves standing there suspended in the middle of space while everyone exclaimed about it, and an American flag flapped in the background. ("Truth! Justice! And the American Way!" I won't get into the irony of THAT statement.) 

Fun fact: the announcer doing the famous "yes, it's Superman" voiceover was  Bill Kennedy, a radio host who later did a TV movie show called Bill Kennedy Showtime which I watched on Detroit TV. He often reminisced about various movies in which he played bit parts, as well as his radio career. 

Love, Health and Loss (. . . and Beethoven!)

Alrighty then, I wasn't going to either make this video or post it, but my return to Beethoven (and music in general), no doubt due to the death of Bohdan and other profound losses, I found myself just talking to the camera. Who else is there? There is no one I can be completely honest with. 

It's I guess bizarre to resort to this, but how can it hurt me? I hear such horror stories about the internet every day, and of course YouTube has harassed, censored and tried everything to rip down my harmless, supposedly fun and lighthearted hobby channel over the past 12 years or so. They take down things that are utterly harmless, issue dire warnings about comments I have made that are "bullying", "abusive" "harassing" and "threatening" towards public figures I will never meet (and how can I hurt them? They are public figures, and so long as I am civil, which I am for the most part. they are putting themselves under scrutiny. And I see videos which rip into these same people with every profanity you  can imagine, and they are allowed to stand.)

They tell me over and over again  that I have "violated community standards" - most recently, for a video I made when I found a large wild mushroom in my yard and did a closer look at it - with NO references whatsoever to ANYTHING to do with ANY drug! It was just  a mushroom and I found it interesting. Any child  could have watched it. But no. YouTube told me that I was, literally, using my channel to sell drugs. I contested it, and they said that after "careful review", my video did indeed violate all of YouTube's standards of decency and would soon be terminated if I didn't stop doing things like that.  Selling drugs. On my channel.  There were not even any joking references to "magic mushrooms"  or anything of the sort.

So why do I continue?

I guess I have to ask myself. I watched this video several times, then decided I WILL post it, as it's not excessively gloomy and it really does share my deepest thoughts and revelations right now. Whether it's hopeful or not, well, hope may be too much to ask for in this darkening world. 

I even posted it on Facebook, which is an exercise in utter futility, and NO ONE actually watches it. Not one. I can't even get into how this dynamic has played out for my entire life. If I get into that, I truly won't wake up in the morning.

So I want to keep  waking up, make no mistake, but I feel I am dodging depression the way I had to dodge cancer (this time).

So what will the next year bring? Another year. 

We'll see. I hope.

So did I take my health for granted? (The short answer: YES.)

OK then, I guess I break my own rules sometimes, regarding oversharing and droning on and on about health matters. (I won't say "issues"!). But sometimes I can't help myself. I even posted this on Facebook, knowing no one will even glance at it. Not sure why. But I do. . . 

The only time I feel happily absorbed is when I am actually creating content for the channel, the blog, etc. Posting it seems like an exercise in futility a lot of the time. Is this behind the virtual collapse of my bodily health? Could it be,  I finally had enough frustration, enough abandonment, enough being ignored even if it's my finest work?

Or am I just a little lonely?

I had my religion, such as it was, for decades, and AA, which was kind of the same thing in its clunky, primitive way. No thinking allowed. But I do think about drinking, haven't done it yet, but I do use THC oil as judiciously as I can to manage pain (NOT relieve it - that's too much to ask for). I also do it for the mental break, if I even get one. 

Some part of me says: OK then, didn't you get the memo? No one cares about what you have to share, they never did, it always fell flat no matter how hard you tried. Or did I try too hard? Someone will cut in about now and claim I didn't try hard enough.