Light-hearted Stuff for the Weekend

I had wanted to post today a continuation of my answers to the "Deep Thoughts" post, but I am really too tired to write or think that deep. Sorry to those that are awaiting my answers. I promise them on Monday.

I will share a couple of light hearted things. The first is a picture that my friend Steven drew. He has been drawing cartoon caricatures of me since high school. He's drawn me as Michael Jackson, on my bike, playing guitar, moving, etc. Apparently, I have now become one of Lil' Steven's favorite things for his dad to draw. (Steven is 2.) Here is the picture.


















-Ok, so my basement room in the apartment may be batchelor sparse, but it's not that bare!!

And second, here is a joke that I heard that I thought was hilarious. However, only those who know music will get it. Have a great weekend!!

A C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says:
"Sorry, but we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the
G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat.

An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough. A D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then an A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor.

Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar
and exclaims, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next
night in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender (who
used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says,
"You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development." This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and stands there au natural.

Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale correctional facility. On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.

The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, with the sopranout in the bathroom, and everything has become altoo much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.