You may have noticed that Jimbo hasn’t been blogging much lately. I am sure that many of you are tired of coming by this site and seeing the same old crap.
To which, I’m sure, many of you are thinking, “That’s the way we feel when you are blogging every day.”
Well, Jimbo’s broken finger is really putting a crimp on his ability to keyboard, so, consequently, I haven’t been able to type much. You would have shaken your head in pity had you seen me hurriedly finishing a seven-page report at work Friday afternoon. So, I wanted to take a break from keyboarding the first two days of this holiday weekend. But, now I have something to say, so I guess I just have to “play through the pain.”
In addition to keyboarding, Jimbo has come up short in his ability to cut it man-wise. Saturday, Jimbo’s girlfriend had to cut the grass, because Jimbo can’t grip the handle of the lawn mower. It is somewhat frustrating to see your woman come through the door with her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared, after having gotten for herself what you couldn’t provide her. It makes one feel—well—impotent.
Speaking of which, I read a story in the news this week concerning erectile dysfunction drugs, hinting at the possibility they could cause blindness. However, a closer reading suggests that the condition that causes erectile dysfunction may actually be the cause. Either way, it sounds like a problem for anyone who has this affliction and takes this medication. It makes one wonder whether the advertising campaigns for these drugs will have to be modified to compensate for the circumstances.
For example, will Bob Dole wear a pair of dark glasses, hold up a bottle of Viagra and say, “They tell me these pills are blue. All I know is this stuff turns me into a stallion.”
The lady in the Cialis advertisement who ends up wearing her lover’s shirt will say, “When the moment is right, my man will be ready, as long as I can guide him in.”
And then, there will be the disclaimer, “If you experience erections lasting more than four hours, please see-- er consult—a physician.”
I’m sure there will be guys who will continue to use these medications, even if there is a risk, just as I am letting the doctors put me in all sort of medieval apparatus, which supposedly will make me whole again. Fortunately, not being a consumer of these medications, and not being able to grip anything with my right hand, I am in no immediate danger of going blind. I hope.
Because here in Jimbo’s world, we like to see what is going on.
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