Mediocre Fred

Image: Frits Ahlefeldt

Sigh. Once again, the elves did not write a blog post for me. SO disappointing.

Things have been busy here IDW . . . parties, parties, more parties . . . nah, not really.
More like work, work, more work . . . sigh. (Right. I know, that’s two sighs in one post and the legal limit is three.)

When I lived on the farm as a child, we had no television. (There still is no television there, thankfully.) So my cousins and siblings and I made our own entertainment. My father had an old reel to reel tape of the Smother’s Brothers that we loved and the lyrics to one of their songs, entitled Mediocre Fred, is running through my head: “Well the days went by all dull and gray/He didn’t do much and had little to say…”

I’m feeling a little like Mediocre Fred today . . . I think what they say about all work and no play may be true. Think I need a little R&R. Or maybe try what Mediocre Fred does at the end of the song: “”When the full moon rose he’d climb over the moat/Find some people sleeping and he’d bite their throats!”

Ode to Mediocre Fred as performed by The Smothers Brothers

There once was a man who was none too good
But then I'd say he was none too bad.
Times he was mighty good for a spell,
Times he'd go out and he'd raise a little hell ...
Mediocre Fred, mediocre Fred.

Fred went to work from 9 to 5,
Punched a clock to show he's alive.
Went to church every Sunday morn,
Sometimes he wondered why he was born.
Mediocre Fred, mediocre, dull Fred.

Fred went to the movies every Saturday night,
Liked TV and the western fight,
Paid his taxes most every year
And on a hot summer day, why, he drank a little beer.
Exciting mediocre Fred. Mediocre Fred.

Well the days went by all dull and gray
He didn't do much and had little say,
When the full moon rose he'd climb over the moat
Find some people sleeping and he'd bite their throats!
Mediocre Fred, mediocre, dull Fred.

(Who needs elves if you've got the Smothers Brothers?!)