Sing Hallelujah

Mill and Radcliffe Streets in Bristol Borough, Pa.

Got hit with my first barrage of Christmas music on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving at Bristol Borough waterfront, just like last year at this time. I was there to check on a pair of bald eagles that nest across the Delaware River at Burlington Island, as it is coming into their mating season.

The raptors were at home, by the way. The male was perched at the top of the sycamore tree, while his mate was working on fixing up the nest.

Burlington Island, NJ, and Bald Eagles’ Nest
Burlington Island Bald Eagles

At least Bristol Borough waits almost until the traditional start of the holidays to blast the tunes over the outdoor loudspeakers, not like many commercial outlets and big-box stores where they start to play them over their PA systems in October. This year the first song I heard was “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” bah, humbug (only kidding).

Meanwhile, in keeping with the area bald-eagle news, the 
 Pennypack Park on the Delaware River birds of prey in Philadelphia were fixing up their nest on the day before Thanksgiving, as seen in the following narrated clip:

Haven’t spotted the Andalusian nesting pair yet, nor the ones in Delanco, NJ. The raptors at Lake Luxembourg in Langhorne have been missing in action as well, although, I spotted the female perched in their tree on Halloween, trick or treat. 

WordPress has a new text editor, which is in beta testing, soon to be the 
WYSIWYG de facto. It’s really a pain in the neck trying to learn and work around all the new bells and whistles. The old editor suited me just fine.

Why is it websites are continually changing something that worked perfectly well into something brand-new? Pinterest is a prime example of that. Seems they are always working on a new way to do the same thing as before, confusing an avid poster as yours truly.

In my opinion, it’s the coders who work for the Internet companies, that have to prove their usefulness to upper management, showing them they are actually doing something to earn their top-dollar wages, instead of sitting back and resting on their laurels.

While I’m at it, what else is there to complain about? I know: Social Media avatars are something that has sparked my irritation. In the early days of the Net, icons were never actual photos of the users’ faces, explicitly for anonymity, as were their handles.

Now with Social Media platforms such as Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and what have you, reality has set in with the expectation of actual semblance to that person, not some cute photo of a cat, penguin, dog, porno star, body part, stock car, etc. 

When someone new follows me on whatever medium, I want to see what that person looks like, not how they wish they did by using fake avatars found on some model’s or celebrity’s website.

Just now, I was notified of somebody’s liking and saving a photo of mine on Pinterest, and placing it onto one of their boards there. Opening up the individual’s profile page to see what they were into, I found their avatar to be a pair of ballerina slippers. Give me a break, will ya?

So much for being picayune, but it was a cheap way of filling up the rest of this week’s blog entry. Thanks for stopping by to read my nonsense, and for your continued support.

In closing, allow me to spotlight a holiday song recorded last December. It’s been a while since I’ve covered any tunes, but the dreaded neighbors downstairs who called the cops on me a couple of times, and complained to the complex managers about my music have moved out. I will be back at it soon. Maybe my comeback cover will be, “Hallelujah!”

About Mike Slickster

As an early retiree with an honorary doctorate degree from the proverbial "School of Hard Knocks," this upcoming author with a lot of free time on his hands utilizes his expansive repertoire for humorous yet tragic, wildly creative writing that contains years of imaginative fantasy, pure nonsense, classic slapstick, extreme happiness and searing heartbreak; gathered by a wealth of personal experiences throughout his thrilling—sometimes mundane or unusually horrid—free-spirited, rock-'n'-roller-coaster ride around our beloved Planet Earth. Mike Slickster's illustrious quest continues, living now in Act Three of his present incarnation, quite a bit on the cutting edge of profundity and philosophical merriment as seen through his colorful characters, most notably evident in the amusing Thirty Days Across the Big Pond series, all of which can be found at
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