So, A good many of my posts have been quite depressing of late, so, I try to balance my blog with Doctor Who commentary, humour and odd and ends of trivial thoughts.

I often spend so many hours alone that the boredom sometimes gets to me a little. I am at the point, where, if I don't die of a heart attack from walking miles a day (besides being mildly disabled, I'm just a tad overweight), or die of pneumonia if I walk in the rain with this chest cold, I will likely die of sheer boredom. Trapped in my flat (albeit, I love my little flat) with nothing to do, but the same things over and over every day and night. What to do?

Make my own kinds of fun. In this case, find something funny to share with others. At least, I hope others find it funny.

I live in the Adirondack montains of New York...where, besides loads of tourists from Quebec, New Jersy and NYC and thereabouts, we have a plethora of genuine rednecks--NY does indeed have real live hillbillys--I've lived in the same apartment building with them...and it's 100% true, that yes, some of them really are inbred...but still okay people, once you get to know them...well, most of them.

The big hobbies of the average Adirondacker: hunting, beer, country music, listening to police/fire scanners, watching tele, NASCAR racing, bingo, working on old trucks and cars, fishing, shooting anything that moves, beer, riding ATV's, beer and snowmobiling.

Here's some popular redneck jokes that I like.

A redneck is walking along the beach in France. There are many beautiful women lying in the sun, and he really wants to meet one. But try as he might, the women don't seem to be at all interested. Finally, as a last resort, he walks up to a French guy lying on the beach who is surrounded by adoring women.

"Excuse me," he says, taking the guy aside, "but I've been trying to meet one of those women for about an hour now, and I just can't seem to get anywhere with them. You're French. You know these women. What do they want?"

"Maybe I can help a leetle beet," says the Frenchman. "What you do ees you go to zee store. You buy a leetle bikini sweeming suit. You walk up and down zee beach. You meet girl very qweekly zees way."

"Wow! Thanks!" says the redneck, and off he goes to the store. He buys a skimpy red bathing suit, puts it on, and goes back to the beach. He parades up and down the beach but still has no luck with the ladies.

So he goes back to the Frenchman. "I'm sorry to bother you again," he says, "but I went to the store, I got a swimsuit, and I still haven't been able to meet a girl."

"Okay," says the Frenchman, "I tell you what you do. You go to zee store. You buy potato. You put potato in sweeming suit and walk up and down zee beach. You will meet girl very, very qweekly zees way."

"Thanks!" says the guy, and runs off to the store. He buys the potato, puts it in the swimsuit, and marches up and down the beach. Up and down, up and down he walks, but the women will hardly even look at him. After half an hour he can't take it anymore and goes back to the Frenchman.

"Look," he says, "I got the suit, I put the potato in it, and I walked up and down the beach-- and still nothing! What more can I do?"

"Well," says the Frenchman, "maybe I can help you a leetle beet. Why don't you try moving zee potato to the FRONT of zee sweeming suit?"

And this one's really popular around here:

Two redneck hunters were dragging their dead deer back to their pickemup truck. Another hunter approached pulling his along too. "Hey," says the lone hunter, "I don't want to tell you how to do something... but I can tell you that it's much easier if you drag the deer in the opposite direction. Then the antlers won't dig into the ground." After the lone hunter left, the two rednecks decided to give it a try. A little while later one says to the other, "Ya know, that guy was right. This is a lot easier!" "Yep," the other added, "but we're gittin' further away from the truck...."

Redneck Police Car: