Philler for the Philophile

Wouldn’t it be phunny iph all words that had an “f” sound actually were spelled “ph?” Some pholks would say that was phantastic. Being a Phil myselph I would have a terriphic time making phun of pholks who used the letter “f.” Aphter a phine amount oph time this pharcical phanciness would become phamiliar to everyone and once used enouph by everyone, the unusual spellings would be “fish” and “freak.” Then things like pharts and phlatulance wouldn’t be so ophensive phor some phancy phellows who are phinely rephined. This blog entry is just a philler phor to take up extra space.

Goodbye, Dolly!

Mr. Vandergelder marries Dolly. Cornelius, Irene, Barnaby, Minnie, Ambrose, and Ermengarde all live happliy ever after, and there’s a big curtain call. Hello, Dolly! closed last night to a full house.

For those of you who missed the show, well, I’m sorry you missed it.

Catch me next time in … ?

Rhyme on Reason

I was a scholar when I was in school;
Now that I’m not I am naught but a fool.

That Etiquette Has A Nice Ring To It

It’s not the law; you will not be penalized for going against it. It’s just a good idea. At least that’s what some people say. But why is wearing a ring on your left ring finger important in our culture? For some, is it a symbol of status, a declaration to the world that you are committed to another, or is it merely a good idea, silently asking others in your vicinity to avoid hitting on you? Is it a personal choice or religious sacrament? According to my research, men only started wearing wedding rings in the middle of the twentieth century.