mosquito ghost

mosquito ghost
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I show this as evidence that I actually do kill some insects. I tend not to kill many, but blood-sucking mosquitoes are fair game as are roaches -- for they breed far too quickly. I believe that flame is most effective for it terminates eggs if there are any. I understand that, very rarely there have been some eggs transported via shoe to a home. The homeowner stepped on a roach and carried the eggs -- still viable, to another place, his home, there they were etched off his shoe into the carpet. The eggs hatched and roaches where they weren't before. They also had less competition. This supposedly transformed into near infestation.

So FYI, maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't step on roaches unless you can sterilze your feet or walk a thousand feet through course material -- gravel or the like.

Mosquitoes are easy to kill, but impossible to kill them all. If you've ever been camping, you know that no matter how much screening you have, they enter the tent and find you or parts. I never remember to deafen myself by spraying my ear, so that is a good target as is my nose. If all else false, lips are blood rich.

cityscape from the park

cityscape from the park
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

The last thing that went through my mind, other than the bullet, was, "how did I get way over here?" The buildings they're moun--no ... they're scarce. I suppose that's an advantage to a smaller city, limited skyline of buildings, but greener -- for the moment. What would really offset this would be terrain, sadly lacking in Indiana.

Southern Indiana has caverns and old protected forests and some hills. Up nort', no such things.

The comedy of the city is that the police station sits right next to a crime-heavy residential area, the level of crime has changed little since the cops have moved there. It isn't without virtue.

There are new, better buildings being built and has a nationally renowned geneology department in the library, which is due to reopen in 2007. I want to check into my roots, but that'll have to wait til next season.

As I lie dead, on the grassy plain near the river, cicada deafen the air with their haunting calls. Flies buzz around feeding and ants find a large--fat, cache of food before them. There isn't a mosquito around, despite the body of me and the body of water nearby.

I was born here, I'll probably die here -- convenient, you know.

Tony J. -- whomever he is, helped. Thanks!

I went to http://www.resumesecrets.blogspot.com/ and found some interesting hints and tips to remake my resume' again.  As it's as weekly as church-for-some, it won't knock me out to pull apart the lego resume' and build again.

 

Thanks Tony J !

Speed Channel entices viewers with old '80s T & A movies

Monday night/evening, Speed played Used Cars. Now, really it was a comedy, but it had a lot of nudity in it to really capitvate the male audience, which it did. If they didn't have some of the nudity, in the movie ad compaigns, the movie would have had runner-up slapstick making it a worse movie. I just found it funny that S P E E D would play used cars that had cars in it. There was no real race or sports. I could see the strange tangents to sports being: end of movie where recent teen drivers are asked to race like hell across the desert without a road to the car lot. There was a sporting event -- football, where there was an ad compaign, but it wasn't a racing movie.

I stop here to digress on a few of notable people: David Lander, who found more challenging roles after LaVern & Shirley difficult to obtain yet still as funny paired with partner from the same, Michael McKean. The star of the movie is Kurt Russell, who did some Disney movies then off to R movies like (not listed in chronological order) Thing, Escape From New York, Soldier, Used Cars, and then back to Disney with Sky High. Apparently Overboard, with wife Goldie Hawn redeemed him. I think few stars go nasty and get to return to Disney.

Hey, SP-E==E===D channel has explosions, female nudity, profain comedy!

long ago suggestion

You should do bartending.
Really?
Yeah. I mean, you like to mix drinks. You'd do okay with that.
Yeah, I can imagine mixing drinks all night, then teaching in the day. I wonder how many parents I'd meet that I didn't know.

Hey, Randy! Your dad's tab is running high, when you go home tonight, tell him to stop by and make a payment.
Elizabeth, your mom's, uh ... stuff is behind the bar. She can pick them up any time (stripped clothes).

Hey, at night I got deal with every schmuck's problem, don't bring me yours kid!

Based loosely on alcohol

I spent a lifetime drinking, now it has come full circle.
"Look. The advice I give you is never take a drink from [my name]. If he offers you a drink, don't drink it." -- Monkeyjack.

Look, it's not as if I burnt anyone ... oops, I can't accurately say that. It's not as if anyone got hurt ... oops, can't say that. Look, not every one of my drinks was bad. I just liked "gasoline"+ for beverage and everyone else wanted something that didn't cause auto-response of gagging and puking. Geez!

Contrary to this comic, I didn't force anyone to drink.

+ Top Secret

more on resume'

Admittedly the first one, months ago, that I posted sucked bovine navel lint, but this one is better.  I overpaid for resume' service that left huge gaps in my work, but gave me a direction.  I think I got the impression that it was bad when the resume' paramedic came over and started punching it in the chest.

 

"Hey!  Has it gone into cardiac arrest?  Are you trying to get it's heart to beat again?"

"Heck no!  I'm just beating the snot out this ugly piece of crap!"

"Oh."

 

So I have no a policy of redoing and republishing my resume' at least once a week for better job fishing.  I don't expect a 'lunker' bass or walleye or muskie, but a perch or small mouth bass might not be bad.  I can't believe that places advertise for $25K jobs that entail more work than a nurse can complete or equal travel as a trucker.  Outrageous!  I wonder why they have this job posted for 90 ninety days with no fills.

Renaturalizing language

Thanks J.C. Duffy, creator of Fusco Brothers for demonstrating the real use of the word, "crib". Let us hope that the urbanlect that's growing too common in the language becomes as obsolete as "thy, thee, thine", et. al.

Madcap, like me

This isn't 100% funny, but it is a wacky take on a song most people know, Baby Got Back.

Fishing

There was a resume' that I posted, but it didn't help me get any fish.  I got only a couple of bites.  So, what do I do now?  I re-baited.  I worked on my resume' again, and though similar, it's different and doesn't yet smell fishy.

Uploading it to Monster was stupid.  Fill out duplicate forms each and every time.  What a complete waste of my time as well as having to "No Thanks" at sign in and each time I change anything.  I don't want to join the military, National Guard, get mortgage quotes or take classes from Phoenix Arizona.  For all the advertising I endure, I have gotten squat.  There are jobs in Utah it shows me, though I selected quite different states.

 

Anyway, I had an email address for ten some years or more and I must now rely on my learning skills to remember my less flamboyant email address that is more common and relevant to who I am.  The other one -- vocationally-based, is no longer important as I have changed vocations.  Though never working in food industry, it was like a change from burgerfryer @ isp.com to iamsomebodyspecial @ commonisp.org.  I don't like parades, but here I am the whistle-blowing beater; directly involved in the masquarade.  It's not a total sham, but it is a shame.  It's putting on duck feathers, goose down, stork legs, painted in flamingo pink, with a pelican beak and throat, singing the songs of fifty species of song birds.  I'm real -- better than any soft goose, unconventional flamingo, conforming duck, taller than the others, more talented than fifty others.  No one is in my calibur and I am peerless.  Sadly, that's what HR wants to read and hear.  It can't be true.  Its the story of the Fishman and His Wife.  The moral:  all greed brings you to ruin.  In a sense, my resume' is an infommercial, full of half-facts, hackneyed demonstrations and glorified garage sale pieces.  I capable, but with a million others, I cannot stand out.  If I spend a thousand dollars on resume' helpers or head hunters, would I get a $25K or $55K job?  I suspect they wouldn't care after they got their money.

 

I'd have to say, this business stinks!