Thursday, December 8, 2016

biggest darn storm in a while

I have a good book to read, I've put away my sundries and there's a good thing for yas
we'd optionalize the quarter margin with a prize
throw it in while our heart is breaking and find we don't really care that she wasn't herself
it's ok


living with the best of it going for the gold and wanting the fresh air to always be there
sharp and crisp like no where's e;se
forst je batjrpp, tjem tje s;oder

first the bathroom then the slider
here we go
whee...

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

teresa came to breakfast

I fed her egss and ham haven't had mine yet this morning reading philip roth what a complainer portnoys complaint why was it so popular once this morning's news is that there was a concentration camp jacket found at a yard sale..such things found at a yard sale for two bucks...imagine the experience of the fabric washing things out by hand because of that ethic..wondering if gino the dog is ever going to get up and go outside the lazy little bugger time soon to go to the visit center and open the doors to the public for another day of meeting and greeting, might put some limbs on the christmas tree in preparation for the tree lighting next saturday, christmas coming in another few weeks very sad tones is not going to make it for turkey tomorrow but i have made arrangements to be at the coop for that and will cook a turkey friday mine is still thawing..tone's excuse is he has no money..well..for whatever reason there is...turkey will be prepared on friday after I get done at the visit center..meanwhile writing about the hoarder's ethic and exporing in my own world how that goes...kind of like there's something missing was really motivated when I thought tones would be here and now he's not, I let it all slide, keeping the fire warm...worry about the electric bll but am thankful for the dry wood from Sadileks..haven't made a pumpkin pie as yet need to go let out Minh E..ghengis is roping in our Russell - catchphrase..what else is there to look at on the web to avoid doing household chores, did get all the washing caught up...that's a plus...

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

forty years ago?

n't really do the math but it was 1985 when I was at #9 and dana was yelling about cannibalism..
we are here today with the issue...trump has one the presidency...it's time to wear yamakas for real...remind the doppelgangers there are walking dead amongst us and we've just elected one of them to be our president...he will make fine bait at the UN where he'll be consumed again and again for the ideas and policies he promotes, for the lies spread about his challenger, a woman...who supposedly a bigger crook than he but the truth of that matter is that no man in this country would elect a woman, even in this time, because they already elected a black guy so next time a woman? no way...that's the way it is and the way it stands...we either polarize an opposition or we go with the walking dead idea of visualizing the guy as what it is we need and want (besides him out of office which ain't gonna happen because we let it happen)...think Green?  that hasn't happened yet but the ideas behind the powers that control the legislators, and with a totally republican congress?   yeah..guess whose taken over now baby...right, think walking dead...think mmm whaat?? new roof on the deck?  no clutter?  all flab removed?  wrinkles?  hair returned?  never have to face the neighbor again?  yeah that neighbor...for always a selfrighteous freakazoid or a bamboozled kid sqwaking about never apologizing...whatever...we're done, it's here, walking dead is whereit's at...time to be a droid for the master race and remember always carry your remote, your gonna need it...that's another catch frase...don't be caught without your remote...YOUR GONNA NEED IT

Saturday, November 5, 2016

foc#3

dumb:  I was looking in the papers today, there's a battle of the bands..I think you two should sign up
tweet:  for what?
dumb:  why to be in the battle of course, you can do it, you're tops
fred:  we'd need amps for people to hear us
dumb:  use the guys you go on after, just leave 'em up
tweet:  they don't do it that way
fred:  besides, there's some kinda entry free, yes?
dumb:  taken care of, they want ya and the band you follow is Ash Corps
tweet:  really, Ash Corps?
dumb: signed and sealed, all you have to do is deliver
fred looks at tweet..
Fred:  'what's the catch??
tweet:  there's a catch I know there is
dumb:  no catch, you only have to be there to follow in after ash corps, you can use their amps just plug your stuff in and sing, any ideas on that one
fred:  a fine little ditty come to mind
tweet:  which is?
fred:  remember last summer when we were at the beach and this girl walks by us wearing that ruffly red bikini top with the green bottom and you said she looked like a christmas present
tweet:  yeah and you said for who?
fred:  and we mde up this song about her walkin' by us

and I wish I was with Santa's girl
watching her fill stockings with the kind of presents we all wanna have
loading them up with the dearest of thoughts and the tenderest of words
and the sweetest of kisses and so on and so frth until I explode
watching her walk by
just
watching her walk by

she's a dear little thing
as sweet as them come
in her santa suit she's soooo cute
just walkiong on by me
she's a dear little thing

tweet:  that was a fun one
fred:  we could do it
tweet:  let's practice..now when is this thing?
dumb:  oh, in about an hour
fred:  are you serious?
dumb:  that I am..sandwich??


Friday, November 4, 2016

ethics on the fourth of november

it's 7:31 am and there has been a storm here in Phoenix where I am visiting my daughter's family and hopefully getting to see my oldest son at some point...well, I guess I did see him for a moment when he picked me up at the airport.  He dropped me off here on
Concho Circle and drove off again.  Said he had to get to work at the Hyatt...
T here is an election going on momentarily.  In Phoenix it is the proposition that marijuana be legalized for recreational purpose.  Last night Grandpa Phil was supposed to give me a toke off his vape wherein he has medicinally prescribed marijuana.  I have used it for years but never have been legally prescribed it because ...well, because...
There really isn't a dark underbelly with marijuana like there is heroin and cocaine.  Right now that's apparently the missing sequence with my older son, that he's out there with his light sword chopping up the known universe of unfriendly trade worlds (read Ashton Kutcher Gwyneth Paltrow for emphasis) and has created an existence for himself outside the rest of us with his own ethic of November 4, which was my mother's birthday always.  It still is because she still lives though not in any kind of quality of life because in 2006 my dad died and she would gladly have gone along with him only she gave him his last breath, from whence he was unable to rally.  He died in her arms.
So with my daughter and her family there is this great aggregate of goodness and light, we're all in it and it persists with healthy little grandkids and a durable husband figure that takes care of wobbly doorknobs and occasionally scratches his balls in public so we can all see.  It's healthy and glowing and successful and comfortable and even their dogs can grow old in peace and quiet, even if they're confined to the backyard most of the time.
I take them for walks when I'm here because I grow fat on the good food and induced idleness from which I find it difficult to escape.  Last night I got a new supply of novels for the last days here and for the plane ride back to my sodden existence on the Olympic Peninsula where it has rained for over a month straight.
Yes, I am straight and marijuana has made me so.  The experience of a marijuana high, albeit not a great word 'high' it does give one the clarification of the world in which he lives.  I say clarification because of where I live, what I see there, and what I see here in the great metropolis of Phoenix/Mesa...the cement city in the desert where last time I visited I was thrilled to find a catfish population in the storm drains...signs of life I took that to be.  At home at OP I see flocks of seagulls, eagles cawing in the trees, chirping, chattering, deer in the forest, coyotes, your occasional random black bear...and of course, the neighbors.  Plenty folk can't deal with incessant rain.  Myself I take it as a time to worry about  how MUCH it's raining and will the house withstand this new onslaught.  I am on the 'puter, like now...I paint, I read good novels and watch good film...still working on The Seventh Seal which I didn't know was the allegory of the Swedish knight crusader coming home to the Black Plague..oh yeah, I could go off on this tangent and compare the black plague to the effect of marijuana culpability, but the truth is if one's spirit is allowed to enhance itself legally when all this time it has been corraled behind the knowledge that one shouldn't do this because it is illegal to do so and its source and product is gotten to one by devious and no doubt corrupt means..well, the use of it prescribes that one engender that part of it as well, until wherever one goes, one is allowed to be marginal without faith in a hereafter that jail is not so bad a place if one has gotten too much of a whiff of the corrupt aspect...
I had always thought marijuana was illegal because it was just that: an eye opener.  One could look at one's surroundings and see for oneself wherein the corruption lay...that there was the secret butt society at work, people who were actuall dogs sniffing one another's asses for the latest scoop on society...we're seeing that in spades in this presidential election: we'll be delivered up the giant sludge of poop on election day and we'll have to sort through that for four years...I won't even say I have a HIllary sign in my window.  According to the grand margin, HIllary should be in prison.  It's the Trail of Tears to me, Clinton's home state and the ethic of what it means to be Cherokee.  Does he even acknowledge his heritage?  Do I?  I want to...but my forebears are busy buying time for the corrupt master race shouting out for the other guy: the businessman...
Meanwhile, I got on here this am to talk about the reason marijuana should be legalized in America and that is because we need this collective consciousness as a people to make the quantum leap into our future.  We are bound to discover new worlds to enhance our genesis with a rainbow collective that finds new worlds, with the First Peoples being the first to arrive there..we need this because of India and Southeast Asia, the dictatorships that ruled till now in the Siberias where I think only animals should exist...where Korea and Viet Nam will call the shots and decide who goes there and they shall only be beast when they do...it's the only way...it's what I think God wanted for us when he died on the cross (JeSUS that is..) there's a little religious spice for you, you have to have your own faith like I have mine, a true ache in my heart to be with my family and miss my son as well...and my spouse wheverhemaybe whomever he shall be whatever may come in this day...understand that a heightened consciousness does mean anything but the awareness that we live in a free society ...weall have to do our part...ask Dana/k

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

here with go with November 2nd

I liked that phrase from the other blog 'sexist fraud of a man'..what a good description of Dt...AS in alcoholic tremor 'dt'...representative influence thereof..the same...and yet this 'chip' guy from 'fixerupper' shows HDTV...exactly how to promote the real guy...someone you could love and marry...someone who is 'the man'...he's the definitive persona of the masculine integer and to capitalize on that in a political arena is to directly assimilate the Grover Cleveland ethic of making America 'great' again...while in that time the landmass belonging to the native american population went under the knife one thinks in this time it might be what we don't even consciously have yet 'the worlds beyond this one' like the moon for starters he's going to purloin it all off in the interest of capitalism???is he?  is that not the gadfly HIllary telling him to acknowledge there are women as capable without testicles to corral the american society?  he's not liking it for sure but to attack at the kneecaps and put out posters 'hillary for prison'...perhaps the lot of us with signs in our windows urging one vote for her 'HILLARY'...we should probably wear stripes from now until election day reflecting the casualty of that ethic...j.ail/JZ...hmmm that was one of the characters in Blue Bistro the married man, like DP is baby daddy and baby momma has his stones in her pocketbook...
something like that have to reference my sementec logic portal to get a biscuit on it..hmmm
I think that's it though..the big challenge my ovaries can defeat your already deflated nards...I like the british term bullocks..and so 'bull' it is, as Grover would say..
good character from Sesame Street 'grover'..lives in a garbage can..
grow 'ver'....hard to understand underlying ethic of today's political stats...was easier when Glover was fielding the composite, this time we've got the fallout from the UN exposure lending credence to a bankrupt socidety represented by a comb over/k...can't find mine...what I got's so thin...yes, he has a certain sexualness gthat's so creepy in representative form (republican) but chip and fixerupper is the cool guy he really could be...get 'er done man because you ARE the man...kinda what we need while HIllary would be a demographic statistician to eliminate the last crumbs of a bloc that never sholda been and thank god Bowie came home...we'll see how that goes, antagonism isn't going to cut it..twank the arensals for history..wear a feather for Jesus and the new way...believe in yourself and then go out and vote for whomever...remember men ARE sexy just as they are...seekthat and you shall find the answer...one curly chest hair away from being relevant as a woman...that's the missing link..the synapse of an orgasm..male or female/k

Friday, September 9, 2016

birding

ann marie came in highly tranquilized, she does this..and told me that she's got an in with the birders' that there'll be a twenty for costs if I sign up to 'watch' birds once a month...well haven't I been doing this? think so...meanwhile, belly is really in the way and I thought tim was coming over

Thursday, July 28, 2016

what goes with tortilla soup??

feeling kind of like a little snack, could do some cherry pie but not sure about that as well..nothing in the freezer to thaw, decisions decisions, wonderful few days with the actor group substituting for real family and car troubles going and coming though woke up this am 4 15 and just had a make up nap for that it's all good, driving to the hinderlands i wonder will I ever get it right I suppose I will, things dusty and unattended ecause I've been elsewhere and the marketing for tortilla man is as good or better than I would expect, so I gues it's back to the drawing board to see what's what and as far as introversion well, that's the name of the computer age, we're all on our own pc/cell phone tower, whatever..aren't wee??

Thursday, May 26, 2016

goin' fishin...

we used to tell a dumb joke about two deaf fishermen walking up opposing sides of the street...both the men carried fishing poles slung over their shoulder, caps with fishing hooks, a lunch, etc.  as they slogged along they called out to one another: "Hey, you goin' fishin???"
we'd always say 'get it?' and of course we did because being that both men were deaf, they'd be saying that all the way to the fishing hole 'hey, you goin' fishin?'...well..I didn't ever see the pointlessness of this joke until my freshman year of college.  We studied Camus...who wrote about the optimization of lassitude, something I wasn't up on as an eighteen-year old college student.  There didn't seem to be enough hours in the day.  There still doesn't.  While Camus reflected on the beinglessness of being, I was thinking about how to make it through the first semester of college.  I had a work-study position with the head of the civil engineering department.  The money went directly into my tuition account, meaning that the college had let me into their school and they were going to expect me to work to pay for my studies there.
After being with the civil engineering department for a while, I figured I should have gotten a job in the cafeteria, where I  could eat to  my heart's content and be full for a change.  I never did that.
One day around Christmas Break, when we were full of the notion that we were going to go  home for the holidays and receive major presents, it began to snow.   It snowed for a night and t hen it snowed the next day.  It snowed and it snowed.  It began to look as though we might not be going home for the holidays after all.  During this time, my comrad Hummel left me his car key and flew off to the East Coast to spend the  holidays with his father, Col Hummel.  He entr usted me with the safety of his 1962 Impala, a white beast of dubious tires and starter, conditioned for the road with over three hundred thousand milles on 'er, purchased in installements for three hundred dollars American, only missing the chenielle bobbles that then went with every decent Hispanic mobile that could crank itself up and down (yes, they were doing that back then too)...The Impala's keys were lost on a Sega tray at suppertime the day before we were due to pull out of t he campus and head  home.  There were four of us going.  Two were being dropped in Aberdeen, one in Forks and one a little closer to Clallam Bay.  My father was picking us up in Forks and driving us to our house as I did not yet get my drivers' l icense and did not get it  until I was nine months pregnant with my first child, Hummel Jr. (the third...)  That was a little later one.  On this adventure the tire on the Impala went flat upon arrival at my parents' home and stayed that way until Hummel Jr came to collect me just after the new year1969.  The snow had somewhat abated by then, I'd had my tonsils out over the holiday and so was unable to join my four brothers sliding down the hill by the house, succeeding in getting popcorn kernels stuck in the stitches in my throat, I gloomily watched the boys flying down the hillside.  In hospital overnight for t he procedure, I'd woken up with a frantic four-year old boy who was my roommate for the night, finding myself unable to locate the bedside response button I walked the little boy into the darkenend hallway in the hospital ward, croaking for a  nurse.
Hummel came to collect me, we got the Impala running again, complete with better tire and off to school we went.  Th at summer I visited  him in the balmy weather of the East Coast stepping off the plane in wool knee socks and quilted jumper, I soon learned what halters and cutoffs were for and stuck with them for the rest of the summer.  Once off the plane, Hummel took me too  his old neighborhood where all the kids were wearing ties and getting into their parents liquor supply.  "You only have to be 18, we're all seniors, we're just about there, it's ok," was their litany.  I was 18 so I had a beer.  It wasn't that great, kind of bubbly and sour, I wasn't impressed.  Boone's farms was better I thought, more like Koolaid than that other stuff.  The kids were all wearing ties, playing poker and all of them had parents working for the CIA.  At the time, I didn't think much of that information, my dad was still working on his civil engineering license, I worked with a guy he absolutely loathed.  I found out later the man had been a prisoner of war during WWII with the Japanese at Bataan.  So much for pleasant personalities.
These CIA kids were something else.  Not only were they anticipating being 18, they had a brother who was 19 and he provided the wheels, the beer and the drives into the big city for pub crawling.  It was a fun summer of late night adventures in the steamy jungles of the metropolitan area, coupled by day with door to door encyclopedia sales and dry goods vending where I found out how AfroAmerican people lived in houses that were one room with outdoor toilet and electricity but no fans.  There were lots of flies in those places.  The encyclopedia people looked like a lot of Arabs, as we called them, carpet sellers my mother said, civil engineering students my  university enrolled (those there were) and I didn't no beans about the mideast so I was unaware of what ramifications the door to door sales of some kind of encyclopedia termed 'reference programming' was going to make impact wise and how I could earn a living doing so (I didn't, I quit when I was told by one customer that I was doing the 'work of the devil').  I came home quite penniless from my summer in the East, it's kind of been a theme of mine ever since.  I went back to college that fall with fifty cents and then about twenty five years later there was a band by that name...
My mother didn't want to let go of any of the family funds for my college expenses like deodorant, shampoo, socks, underwear, what have you.  Instead, she said I'd just have to get a job.  "I have a job," I said.  I work for the head of the Civil Engineering Department.  "All my money goes to my tuitiion!"  They didn't give me any of it for things like Tampax.  I couldn't get a job off campus because I didn't have a bike or a car and the nearest places to find work were just that far away.  It caused me the sort of stress that I still feel today...where to scrape up the next dime to have enough to get a donut...
    

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Sunday, April 24, 2016

woody allen interview book

this is the most godawful keyboard ever half way through the essay the whole thing disappears...duh
and me an expert in data entry, hehe
was just talking about allen's films as portrayals of everyman speaking his truth..blamo it's gone
so now the crystalization of the thoughts I was having, hehe...if that can be
every allen movie I've seen latest being 'everyone says I love you' which is a great title in and of itself..oh boy do we need that kind of enthusiasm these days...news so full of corpses and crud...it's a reality check, an allen movie, we're still here, yes we know about Auschweitz, and Bosnia, and Rowanda, ok?  got it..but that gets us stifled, that global news..we should be part of it, can't for whatever reason...and so we're in our own lives being exposed to culture whatever our means and education, and here comes allen with a cute little flick that has its own music and dancing and so forth and it's cute for an adult like a toy is cute for a kid..not a distraction so much as an affirmation of what it is to be a human being in this century.  it's our daily life on a platter, with jokes.
allen says he writes the dialogue as he goes along filming the piece..the words come out like so many pennies in a pile, ready to go to the boxoffice and produce tickets to see it...it seems to flow out of him based on what he knows about life..dialogue being the words that are prompted to be spoken by his characters, he says he knows what he wants, that he has a part of each story and that he incorporates himself into the script as one of the characters in addition to being its creator.
he throws in good laughs and we are comforted that there is humor to be had, that we can alleviate our own little stressors, cupboard doors hanging open waiting to be banged shut with a laugh.  Our nervousness, discomfort, indecision, are decided by the way the story turns out, you come away with a bit of comfort in the knowledge that here's a guy who sees it like it is with a spoonful of sugar to make it go down better.  his movies are like everyman mantras for the times we live in.  they're comfortable to watch, a bit schmaltzy in that they're full of a lot of references to his own ethnic origins and yet they're about everybody's stuff, they cross all the lines of human interaction and they take the modern, today exposures we all have and they tie them up in a neat package of immediate origin.  They could be relevant in Afghanistan or Iowa because they're about how people treat one another, their motivations and the outcomes of decisions made.  allen throws in the necessary humor to treat us to a breakfast of champions, a salad of our unknown desires and hopes.  His stories bring about a thought process in the viewer that helps him cope with his own bowl of Cheerios.  The viewer might not have thought that everybody else knows how he feels about the lady in the house across the street but now he knows how he behaves tells his story without him even having to say so.  He also feels comfortable in that knowledge because Allen helps him to see that he is a human being, his feelings matter, he can only be ok wearing his own pair of shoes, nobody's going to wear them for him and he's going to maybe get a blister but it's alright, he has to break them in...use them to get around..
Allen says little about ethic and a lot about what works in film, lighting, camera and crew, actors, scripts, he has his own technique, method, largely coupled with his purpose as a comedian which I'd say is his forte, selfdeprecating humor being his stock in trade.  Even in the interviews he calls himself lazy, he doesn't take the shot that will make the scene absolutely perfect but goes for the overall package that will produce the film and get it marketed  He talks about never enough budget for what he wants to do and then says he builds scenes with elaborate costuming and then doesn't use it because it doesn't flow into the story like the creek after a rain, it's sometimes too much, but hilarious in it's own right as though he were building a comedy series of short skits and then tossing them into the bin with all the other rejects from other stories he produced.  I think those could maybe be a big loss for us, like one clip from an early movie with Louise Lasser where he and Lasser were costumed in spider outfits on a big cable web talking about her having him for dinner...  could be that little skit might have gone into Allen's version of a laugh-in sort of comedy series...but it becomes like many of his rejected scenes 'one for the bin'.too bad, it looked pretty funny
I had some other thoughts on why allen's work is so good for us audience people...it takes skill and that's good to know how he does his work but I think it's more important that he's out there making films for us because personally I come away happy and fortified by seeing his movies, they're all pretty cutesy in a good way, wholesome, aesthetic in that they reaffirm what it means to love someone and finally, funny.  
of course, allen is self-indulgent in that he's most often in the picture, has a part, controls dialogue and filming but that's him, that's how he does it.  He's tireless getting it the way he wants it, comes up with the story based on an agenda he's conceived along the way.  He pulls it off in a series of scenes that lead up to the closing chapters and like a book of fairytales, there to be reread and relearned by the viewer so that they too are steeped in the brew of Allen's concepts.  His work is neatly packaged, forthright and human in a way that portrays us as a people, New York being his favorite place.  There's all kinds of people in New York.  There's good food and literalness on the sidewalks and streets, the city, the buildings, rivers, ocean shores.  People I know who live there wouldn't live anywhere else because as a big human antpile of humanity, everybody kinda gets along, slogs through the traffic, queques up for a hotdog, watches the latest 'look at me guy' parade down the street looking very odd, and has an opinion on the subway when there's a new mayor about to be had.  That's just how it is.  It's great.
Talk about capturing the flavor..As allen passes into his dotage, I think we can reflect a bit on what he's given us in his films.  He's a wonderful, human sort of director, actor, writer, comedian.  I talked to someone about reading this interview book and they said 'oh, that pervert' referencing his relationship with his adopted daughter/wife from his marriage to Mia Farrow.  Well, that's how it is in these times, we don't make any bones about how we get to where we are, we just do it and if it feels right to us, we keep it.  His movies are like that, his characters search for what feels right and most times they try to hold onto it, or not, but the passage there is what makes the story.  I for one really enjoy the journey.  Not really interested in the man's personal life.  Who cares.  His stories are about everyman and he's one a those...


Saturday, April 2, 2016

the green strand in the coagulant algae..surmised

it's been a cool morning, started out in the tattersall cotton bathrobe, purple fleece jambottoms (disney/goofy print as I recall), treesistersyella shirt then jeans over with ribbed brown turtleneck and the lynx vest I wore to hawaii and left on the plane...ok so that's the gear with the haltunen blackandwhite print boots...have been working in the back yard, sc uffing up the timbers under the backdeck (my sorry construction)...how to make that absolutely be worthy of treading upon...gear up the sabot age..sabots are the french wooden shoes not the dutch...meanwhile katie going kerakkkkkkzzzzzzyyy  at the CoOp there's no pardon there for sure I think a kwakking bird perhaps...let the flow of the writing take over and not to mend t he broken bridges wher e my son said he couldn't come out...I should think by now I wouldn't be upset about these things  but sometimes I am and this is one of them...he shouts for crazy and thinks that's cool while I sit here under the bridge crochetting the last bits of lace for my frilly bits...haven't worn them in ages of course so nose to the grindy stone sneezing it off often...should like another hour here about and then off to the races and so on...there's no gridding if the justified character isn't really polish and isn't really taking everything for itself in the amicus curae relevancy of Brotterson and so forth...he such an obliging twit isn't he??drove the lougie to the duck and he gibbed me a tenner fer gass and then a tenner again for where he was with the doubting t homas...I shouldn't have t hought he'd have bread anything but t here he was holding forth in the kraut's mouth I must look after that cabbage...if you can figure t his out get yourself a rabbit burrow (she's been through two of 'em)
meanwhile, you know t hat sweet punch of bittersweet desire where he'll ramble and let you know in no uncertain terms what he's actually about?  that sort of thing where for the moment you're working and you don't get 'it' but then you do immediately, he tries to squeeze under that as if it's nothing but it's everything and well it should be because we know that is what it is...and if you shold just walk in someday and say eh...how about getting some green eggs and ham?? I would, you would, we all would...but I think a trendy beer and a little of the social milieu will do me better ...I think
such as it is...my german nuclear scientist I write for you because I think that was thedictionary...there I recorded it all while married to another...quite a 'fet a complish'./
something...
we're looking for murphy's under the bed, we are

Saturday, February 6, 2016

super blow

just watched a jk rowling miniseries from Britain about the lower classes and their drug issues...it was an interesting piece, all going back to the Profumo affair (again) as far as who gets born and when and to whom...man that guy screwed things up selling secrets to the soviets, who of course had to play the wrong card so daddie could diddle his daughter...damn it all...thanks to good old extra terrestrial abductor G)P..who is to blame for putting the disks in the wrong places once good ol profumo had sold them off...well anyway, I think we've about gotten it straight and there it goes down the poop shoot into blogger and we'll all rest better tonight if the drug trade in our little community has anything to say about it...

I'm sick a the rain I am I am...I miss my kids and look forward to seeing one of t hem soon, made him a great afghan for christmas and will present it to him when I'm there, along with a darling cap for his daughter and some leg warmers for her...course it's going to be her burpday soon so I've packed along a Spanish doll her grandmother gave me and I will make a habit of giving her a special doll on her burpday I believe she will be 7 now and she loves books and reading along with her sister who's a little older and t heir mother is t he typical welfare mom getting all these guys to give her child support while she gets pregnant and has another child and doesn't love t hem any more it's all in the cards as far as how that works out but as it stands we're better off living where we do since my son got into that with her a while back and he says now she wants him back in her life well he has new plans since she's been off living withsomeone else I guess I don't have a beau at the moment, not really if you can't count the man from t he other side of the universe as real square but then I've een moving furniture giving some away, dealing with rain and it's co urse t hrough my yard and not walking the beach enough and getting the office squ ared away so I can run my tackle and bait t hrough there and no sit at the back door freezing w hile the cats slide in and out..would like better wheels to get over to see my son but I guess we have to inherit those from our mothers (in law) and mine's racking up a bill in t he nursing home that all theinheritance is going to have to pay thanks to DOS and so on...it's interesting...I'm a little tired today but not really reading a wonderful book I didn't like at first because first person was talking about his amputation and maimed form due to injuryI suppose that could be my son's way of looking at life but I think we'll get all his parts back from t he gross product issues and  he'll be fine..walks slightly limpy due to the read...have to embroider it all a bit thaniks to authoriship and so on...now t hat we're in the planet discovery mode (DISCOVER CARD....ahemmmm) we're good and so on...inalizing effort to rant about nothing is quotient modified t hereto at this .alt station hehe

Saturday, January 30, 2016

nanaposting...

here we go withthe new year and the new thoughts and so on...watched a story about Klimt's golden girl and who it really belonged to and  how the Austrian (viennese) Jewish community was treated during WWII..well, as we know there have always been pograms seems like in this day and age tis our business to clean up that ...word.... and be done with it for once and for all...post nuclear data base theorem 44/leave it for mulch...(as it were)
thinking also about this new check the bank thing that isn't working on this pc...have a laptop to home that should clear the decks but you know...am reluctant to take that big nuclear leap to the next page and let it happen..well, don't want to be in any excessive hurry about that and also do I want to work for JoAnn again should I, could I...thinking about that and wondering when is there time to do that?  like I don't really think she's a real person...I love my little Yoyo and her pops but does her pops get too close at that range DOS, w hich would in this case be the washer/dryer that I'm not using and all this wet coming in...ahhh, what a lovely bath this morning in any case...and also the blackberry pie guy who's posting empty pie pans now..and I've got a lovely cherry filling to put together..man cooked some frozen turkey legs t hey were just awful...thinking about putting Dennis's couch in the living room, like Eric's the bad guy now...no tobacco, kind of like and crave it but eh...doesn't help me in the long run and definitely debilitates somehow/morality I suppose, like we never really did these things but did get rid of the 'pogrom' element via that route (I think)...
lot of t he binary essence I'm not supplied with here but it's good, all the skeletal elements of the cyber route are here in the closet on disks...and that's fine...thinking thinking...have to get in touch with the locale via empty dishwasher at SCC...maybe...hoping that it'll all be taken care of somehow or tuther...be nice to have t hings lined up and taken care of but seems as t hough a nice nap would take care of it all, had a good sleep and rested yesterday afternoon, cold about gone...come up there and learn to drive they tell me...washing out t he tenner in the NKD.gas situation, hence raw turkeys and so forth, meat was stained red by something, eyuuuww, dogs didn't mind, nor cats...somehow, we'll learn to pull this t hing off wit hout a lot of r uck us...like to have a faster moving schticht...but that's the German elelemtn for yas, bursting in the door winging it with true soliloquy..
has begun another rain...ick...pick ax and shovel upgrade the  hovel entrance...maybe...true ribbers...that

Monday, January 4, 2016

gray Monday with ol'Ken's wood to stack

so I've been pitching firewood with Juan Bascaran who brought a load from the Salidek farm where Ken used to live before he passed on a couple months ago.  Didn't get to see him just before he passed.  T he day I went to visit  him in the hospital was a day late as he had died the day before.  We'd known he was on his last legs for a few weeks, in and out of hospital, congestive lungs, the works.  Tough to get old, Mom says, but what does she know really other than she's been there and done it all for nearly 90 years now and is running us all into the poor house staying at a fancy nursing home for six thousand bucks a month.  Like we had any choice about not preferring borscht...So if it's easily done, this constant tending routine she's gotten to and where Ken was once upon a time before he passed away...then I thank God for the gift of firewood from the Sadilek farm that I just unloaded from Bascaran's truck...each piece I lift and stack into its place of dryness will be appreciated for the warmth it gives..

meanwhile my little gray stationwagon is at the car shop being looked at and I am in a feverish state about that, it's like Lovejoy's little tooler 'Miriam'..some kind of English jitneymobile constantly needing attention, about as old as my machine, with the same kinds of road rigors to cope with..had planned to put on new brakes with my neighbor but he's been flaking out on me and the parts are still in the box..