MediocreMan

Hoping Nobody Noticed · 7 February 2026

Have you ever ripped your pants and had to go around all day hoping nobody notices? Yeah. Me neither. Actually, it happened to me recently.

I was getting dressed for an event where I was going to be with students all day. It was an event where I was at least supposed to wear dress slacks and a nice shirt. Jacket and tie optional. I did not really want to wear my suit so I grabbed a pair of slacks, a dress shirt, a tie, and a sweater. It was cold, so I figured the sweater would be better than wearing my heavy jacket all day.

The interesting thing about my choice of slacks was that I grabbed a pair that I do not think I had worn in a long time. Years maybe. But still, they were a nice pair of black slacks. (By the way, did you ever wonder why they are a pair of slacks when there is only one? Two legs, but one thing? Yeah me neither.) I must admit that they were a little tight, but I attributed that to my overeating the night before. (Which is par for the course. But that is a different story. (And sorry for the pun. At least, if it did not work for you.)) So instead of deciding on a different pair, I just went with the old slacks. Did I mention that they were still nice? Or at least seemingly so?

Turns out that once we got to the event, I figured out that time had not been kind to my slacks. Everything was fine to start out with. I was walking around and interacting with people. Even sitting was fine. Turned out that things were not so fine when I dropped something and knelt to pick it up. Rrriiiiippp! I do not think anybody heard it but me. Still, I wondered what had happened. Did I rip out a seam? Could anybody see? How long were we going to be here? All day. And we had even really gotten started.

I longed for a home economics room, but I did not ask if there was one. In fact, I do not know that I have been in a high school with a home economics room since I was in high school. Many decades ago. So I just played it cool. Which just means that when I stood, I tried to ignore the draft on my backside. And I hoped that the rip was small enough that nobody would notice.

Well, everything was going along fine. When it was time, I made it to the room where I was going without incident. I even did what I was supposed to do, which was judge a presentation with another panel member. Well, I had to bend down from my seat to grab something that fell on the floor, when I heard my pants rip some more. Rrriiiiippp! Oh no! How big was this rip going to get? Could I even stand up?

After the last presentation, I asked my fellow judge whether I should walk around the rest of the day with my sweater and heavy coat wrapped around my waist so nobody would see my ripped slacks. He looked and said he did not see a thing. I trusted his judgment and breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I could feel the breeze coming through the rip.

I made it through the rest of the day without incident. Even though I was walking around in ripped slacks for five or six hours. Okay. I was sitting around in ripped slacks for most of that time. Still.

When I first ripped my slacks, I thought it was just a ripped seam. No big deal. Just sew it up. But after the second rip, I figured it was something more catastrophic. And it was. When I got home I saw that the fabric had frayed and torn. I do not know how anybody could have missed seeing the gigantic frayed hole, but I was thankful that nobody had. And even though I was grateful that nobody had seen my rear through my ripped pants, I had to write about the incident. To tell the world about my plight. Yes, I thought it would be a decent blog post. (But I will let you be the judge of that.)

If you ever happen to rip the seat of your pants out at the beginning of the day, I hope that you are able to repair them. Or change into something else. Or at the very least, not have anybody notice.

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Pink Floyd Fan? · 31 January 2026

Dark Side of the Moon album cover by George Hardie
This work is in the public domain

I am not a Pink Floyd fan. Not really anyway. Even if it seems like it.

I have used a smattering of Pink Floyd lyrics in my blog posts over the years. Which is odd because I am not a Pink Floyd fan. In fact, there was at least a time in my life when I really did not like Pink Floyd at all. I actually liked school (to some degree) when The Wall came out. And I never listened to the whole song to find out why they were singing that they did not need no education. I did like the part about not needing no thought control. But I thought that overall the song was an indictment of all things education, which I was not behind. So I decided that I did not like the song. Or the group that sang the song.

I was also in a phase of my life when I did not like much that was popular. I wanted to be a contrarian. I wanted to hate everything that everybody else loved. But that is impossible to do. After all, everybody does not like the same things. Even if you just think of not liking what is popular. (I did not realize until much later that being a contrarian is really just going along with the crowd, because by being contrary to the norm you recognize it as the norm. And thus give it credence. Who knew?)

At any rate.

To add insult to injury, I had a roommate in college who listened to The Wall every day. Literally. And literally not in the sense people use it today where literally is not literally at all, but merely figuratively. (What is the deal with that?) My roommate would have that album (yes, vinyl) playing every single day when I went back to our room. Every. Single. Day. (I actually ended up moving from that dorm room, not because of my roommate’s singular taste in music but because I wanted to be closer to my younger brother. But that is a different story.)

My roommate had headphones on most of the time, but I couild still hear the words:

We don’t need no education.
We don’t need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

I suppose that even if he did not have those headphones on, I would still have heard the words. Over and over and over again.

All we are is just a…
…nother brick in the wall.

I must say that as I think about it now, not liking something because it is popular or because somebody else really likes it is not a good way to judge things. We must be discerning based on other criteria. Or at least we should be. And as I think about it now, I think I should even think about my statement about not being a Pink Floyd fan. After all, I still hear the guitar solos as well as the words of that song. All these years later.

So while I said I am not a Pink Floyd fan at the beginning of this post, I am not sure anymore. I suppose at the very least, I am sympathetic to the song lyrics. After all, I do not want to be… Just another brick in the wall.

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Lyrical Blog Post · 24 January 2026

Hey you. Do you ever just say stuff that ends up being song lyrics? Yeah. Me neither.

Okay. Yes, I do. Sometimes, like when it is Saturday. In the Park. Maybe even on the Fourth of July. That is when I get those lyrics in my head. And then I hear the songs too. Even the people talking turn into song lyrics. It is rather an interesting phenomenon. But I welcome it. With open arms.

But there are times when it is annoying too. Like when I get a jingle stuck in my head. Two all beef patties. Special sauce. Ugh. I sometimes even hear it backwards. Bun seed sesame… (By the way, I learned the Big Mac ingredients song lyrics backward a long time ago, but I still remember it. Really. I am sure that I spent way too much time doing it. But I probably did it because somebody told me I could not. Ah well. The things that take up space in my head.)

Well, I thought that lyrics would just spring into my head when I had the idea for this blog post. I mean, c’mon. I could live my glory days. They have not passed me by. But here I am somewhere in the middle of this blog post and lyrics are not coming to mind. Or are they?

What I really should have done was plan this blog post. I should have thought of a bunch of song lyrics and interspersed them thoughout. I should have thought about different subjects that have songs associated with them. I mean really, that might have impressed somebody much. But not me. That don’t impress me much. No.

At any rate.

I was going to mention something about Ophelia, but I do not know the lyrics to that song. Just a bit of the tune. Catchy. At least to a certain extent. And that woman in red in the video. I am not a Swifty, but I like some of her songs. She is quite talented.

I know. I am rambling. I suppose I have rambling on my mind. Or is rambling just a state of mind. Like a holiday. Time to celebrate. And if we really think about it, many days can be like holidays. Or maybe we should just treat each day as a gift. (Yes. That is why they call it the present.)

Okay. Now I am just being silly. Spewing forth idioms and sayings and such. Ah well. Nothing like a MediocreMan post. It does remind me of Jibber Jabber. That was a fun post. I wrote the whole thing with Jibber Jabber. Or at least I thought I did. Until I read it. A bunch of Jibber Jabber, but not every word. I guess it is better than Yabba dabba doo. Meet the Flintstones. Hmm. I suppose this could be the tale of the castaway blog post. (Yeah. Unfortunately, I remember lots of TV show songs too. More things taking up space in my head.)

Well, that is about it. I do not have a plethora of song lyrics in my head that I can just put into a blog post (although they come unbidden when I am in conversation). Still, I did get quite a few in there. Some were just close, but that is okay. It is Saturday (as I am writing this), but I am not in the park. And it is definitely not the Fourth of July. Still, I am going to call out again because I wonder.

Hello… Is there anybody out there?

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