Waste of bottle and contents (formerly titled "Winking")

My father and I went to Carlos O' Kelly's for lunch today. I saw a Jose Cuervo tequilla pinata. Do you smash it and little bottles come out, or glass and liquid? What sort of pinata is this? I would note: i Aviso! Keep away from flame!

-- I thought of winking because of the glare on the glass. I had previously uploaded the picture unconventionally and it outright didn't work.

jet birds

Coincidence can be funny.  There were a few International Guard pilots practicing and learning today, so I heard jets for several minutes.  There was a flock of birds that were fleeing something, but flew in a tight cyilnder pattern toward the back of the house.  The jet sounds were in the background, making for a momentary, but funny sight -- jet-poowered birds.

Jump Jive Wail away

Brian Setzer doesn't need to put this to music. My mother today did quite a bit a of work on her PT and the Physical Therapists stated that for bi-lateral (both) knee replacement recipient; she's doing about average. Her problems aren't in the relearning to walk, but rather in controlling her blood sugar (she isn't cheating), and getting her blood pressure and heart rate to real levels. They have her on many meds to control the BP, but they still aren't enough. She can't leave ICU until she's off IVs, and so there she stays.

My father is not dealing with it. He "looked like a tick, about to exploded"+. He sleeps worse than I do, or rather he can't think of speak at his level of stress and restlessness. I sleep poorly, but have gotten used to it -- whatever that means. I think he's remain a mess until she's discharged from ICU. ICU is also a pain in that they have no long visitation periods. In minutes it goes 30, 30, 60, 30, 90, 30 spread throughout the day. The patient isn't capable of sleeping because of background noise, pestering about meds, vitals, confort. It is a real treat there, I tell you.

I saw the tail end of her PT today. She nearly cried, but she merely winced and was flat-out worn and spent. She actually rested during a visiting time, so I popped in, sat, watching her sleep with heavy and quick breaths. Her heart rate is way too high for resting. She complained of wheezing today. The stress of being there isn't helping her get out.

Fire then hire

Canterbury Schools is now hiring middle school teacher, I wonder how/why.

all about the Drama

My sister called her daughter "drama queen" yesterday.  I suppose that isn't bad, considering that she knows (and does) the symptoms and characteristics.

 

"You know what I'm going to get you for Christmas Mom?  I'm gonna get you a cross; so that whenever you feel unappreciated, you can just nail yourself up on it for everyone to see."+

 

My sister likes martyrdom, "the hours are good and [she] like[s] the pay"++.  I've understood her feelings/need for the drama.  I don't think she was missing attention, though another sister got more of it, through trouble-causing.

 

+ Ref, movie

++ Law & Order episode where a stand-up comic is suspected of his wife's murder; the quote in in reference to being an SOB, for wife beating (and other abuses)

shaved with a blender

I shaved today and masacred my face.  It looks mangled, well ... I can tell, many others wouldn't notice.  I gueess I shouldn't try to use bladed items when tired and stressed in the background.

Map to the stars

As I pulled into the parking garage, a man gave me a hospital campus map. I was going to "tell him [I've] already got one", but since he was likely a volunteer, that wasn't nice. I took it and parked the car. I just thought it odd, since I found my way around, why I would need a map now, but that's no big deal. In my mind -- map to the stars' homes, like patient 23A19, TK421, and more.

The expansion of the campus might make it difficult to master navigation, for say 10 minutes, then you're completely in control, unless you're a fool and/or a bad driver.

zombies

Father didn't play golf yesterday. His partner didn't want to play in gloom and mist. A couple of players went on to experience heavier rain before quitting. Father also finsihed early with poker -- not winning and came home to rest. This morning, he looked unrested. On the way back from hospital, he was blinking often. I was driving, making the trip less scary.

Mother wasn't rested. She was loopy with sleeplessness, pain meds, and other meds. She ate more of a meal today. Last night, she tried the veggie lasagna and ate it pretty well. She had "perfect shaped" french toast which she ate most. Her appettite is slowly returning. She's plain tired of being there, I can't blame her. Her vitals are still high yielding yet another day there in ICU.

She is also experiencing "sub" week, in that two of her regular doctors have substitutes this week (those fellow doctors working in a group). I don't think she likes that too well.
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I am now trying to switch from coffee to juice whenever possible. It can be a little less acidic and destructive, but not always. My stomach is still queazy most of the time. I caught 7 minutes of sleep at hospital and felt rested this morning until I sat down again, then the blanket of grogginess hit me again. Between my father and I, my father is the worse for wear. He dislikes hospitals and doesn't really know what to do. He's used to giving commands -- directing, but here, now -- nothing. He's in control of squat! In this matter, he's neutered and it isn't a pretty sight.

I am suffereing, but less so, because I have had practice with pain and sorrow and loathing. I also have a job that I must take -- stone, for Father and family are jello or water. They can erode me with time, but I stand firm and must be different.

Consumed

Sometimes I feel much like Hercules, where problems-hydra swallows me whole. Despite my valiant effort to lop off the head, more problems arise in it's place, either of equal size or equal ferociety. In the end, despite my strength and would-be skill, it is luck and naivity that saves me.

on whose side is it?

Blog this photo

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Flickr or blogspot is failing me, sadly not for the last time.

stupid, funny humor by late night

“Oh, sure, you can have snakes on a plane, but shampoo and toothpaste...forget it.” --David Letterman

….

“David Hasselhoff was arrested for driving under the influence. Cops thought Hasselhoff could be under the influence when they noticed his talking car was slurring its words.” --Conan O’Brien  

 

crooks and crocks

Dear [my name],

Our human resources department recently viewed the résumé you have posted online. We are Next Generation Solutions, a national advertising, consulting, and marketing company. We help our customers find online solutions for their advertising and marketing programs. I feel you may be the right candidate for the Advertising Executive position that we have available in your local area.

An Advertising Executive will work with our creative team to develop marketing (online and traditional) strategies for our clients. Our clients range from small businesses to Fortune 500 companies. Strategies include advertising and PR campaigns. Our goal is to provide each client with a custom solution to meet the client's goal below the budget the client has set.

The person we are seeking must be creative and be able to think outside the box, yet cognitive of real world budgets and client objectives. We are looking to provide clients with campaigns that bring results, not awards.

We offer the following compensation package:

• $65,000 annual base salary
• Quarterly bonuses based on performance
• Medical benefits
• Tuition reimbursement
• Rapid advancement opportunities
• 401-K
• Paid vacation and sick leave

If you feel this position may be right for you, please click on the link below and complete the online application:

------- from the same company -------------
Dear [my name],

We are Next Generation Solutions, a company deeply involved in national advertising, consulting, and marketing. Our main focus is to help our customers find online solutions for their advertising and marketing programs. We are searching for a tutor to fill a role at one of our client's main sites. Our human resources department saw your résumé online and referred it to me as a possible candidate for this position.

A tutor will have the responsibility of working with a number of clients with varied interests and acting as a mentor and authority on said interest - whether it be a student preparing for a major test or a housewife interested in gardening, we have a wide variety of open positions for people who are clear, concise, and know what they're talking about in a given field. The ability to express yourself in a manner that is easily understood by others when not face-to-face will be a key to success in this challenging position. You will be able to work from your home office and this could also lead to a management opportunity with our organization.

We offer the following compensation package:

• $22.50 hourly salary
• Weekly and monthly bonuses based on performance
• Medical benefits
• Tuition reimbursement
• Rapid advancement opportunities
• 401-K
• Paid vacation and sick leave

If you feel this position may be right for you, please click on the link below and complete the online application


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Which one would you take? Are they legitimate?

Hospital fling

Mother had PT and hated it, but apparently did very well. They didn't have her do it in the afternoon. Her friend, Betty, came in while Betty herself was in hospital. Her daughter Patsy was there. Betty is unsure about moving to rehab hospital. Mother seemed optimistic.

She was in good spirits, but was very sore. She liked her first meal today -- veggie lasagna. She favors the diabetic sweets though, pudding, cheesecake. She did more time on the auto bending machines. Her pain is less, but her work is greater. She is to move more and has a series of exercises that she is to do. She has a tendency not to do them. I believe that she now realizes that the PT (physical therapists) are not the enemy, but rather assisting and insisting.

She hasn't really slept, so that hopefully is in the works tonight. She doesn't watch TV as much of it is crud and crude. She gets pestered at least every hour, usually more often.

Father, needing a break, went golfing today. The weather was continually misty today, but they all went. He was to follow that with poker. He hinted that he may not make it all night, but would try. He is still looking groggy and sleepy.

I found the hospital courtesy wi-fi helpful.

I haven't slept well, but have higher hopes tonight. I started blinking around 12 something last night, but this morning it felt like a large stone on me, holding me fast to my bed. This come, leave, come, leave bit doesn't make it any better. When she's off the ICU, I'll rest better. Visitors will get to stay. Her blood pressure is still too high, she's still getting nitro drip -- increased tonight, and her blood sugar is 200 + every reading.

She'll be here for a while.

Botany Bay

Botany Bay
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Damn! I've got to get out of there! I think that this year would be a bad year to be a male teacher. Hey, he touched my scalp in a wrong way! I think that he's flirting with me when he calls me up to the desk for my poor test grades.

under arrest

under arrest
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Another pedophile arrested, this time in FW -- teacher at Cantebury Green. He likes little boys.

"Senior Pastor Ron Allen of Heartland Community Church, 1025 Vance Ave, where Smith previously volunteered and helped youth pastors, said he believed the allegations will be disproved.

“This is old news,” said Allen, who noted everybody works in teams at the church so nobody is ever alone with children. “I knew about this probably since 2002. This is going to be a non-event. When I talked to the people in Kokomo, they’ve said if there was anything to the charges, something would’ve come out of them in 2001.”"

So, this pastor knew of the allegations in 2001, then went ahead and kept him with kids. Five years later, the same kid comes forward -- lie, perhaps not.

lovely pinnacle

sleepines -- may I rest in peace

something about nothing, sleepless me

I'll ramble from here on out -- bare with me or ignore it all.

 

My age, as it is -- midlife, makes dating difficult.  There are many women my age and age area (within 7 years), but .... so many are married.  Couple this with no 30-40s some safe dating area where there aren't -- are you gonna marry me before we kiss, or I'm fine with you, as long as you don't mind the U-Haul of emotional baggage I carry (for both sexes and genders).

 

I saw a woman tonight that was cute ... nice, damnit -- married!  One piece of advice; if you don't want to have persons/people stare at your butt --- don't have a cute one, don't advertise it with underwear that show through your clothes.

 

I think that I'm a little wiser on the Jacob Marley entering the scene with clanking chains that are the ones forged in life, link by link, chain by chain, yard by yard ... and there is the "baggage".  I think that, although I have Spiderman-level of hangups, I'm not toting around so many chains.  It would be nice to find someone of the same calibur -- though a bit of my opposite.

 

I'm not interested in a Jessica Simpson (or her character) pretty and completely stupid -- that's a rose that needs lost of weeding and tending.  I also wouldn't want a woman so interested in thinking that intimacy (more than, but including physical) would be "wasteful".

 

I guess -- I'd like Leila (from Furturama) who myoptically pilots a delivery ship and who can compassionately kick my ass.

confidence high

I, and I alone, visited my mother last night in hospital.  She was in fairly good spirits.  It took a couple of hours to get an IV person to get the blood into her veins.  She was given two more units of blood, as after two days of waiting, the numbers came back still a little low.  She took less pain meds today.

 

My father is a wreck, but I'm around so that he can unwind with some golf and poker.  He's in a weekly golf league on Tuesdays and plays poker about every other week on Tuesday.  He was plain whipped so I went to hospital and saw mom.

 

There is a woman there, pacing unable to do much, while her husband is to undergo heart surgery again.  She looks my age, but I understand that she's fifty (she hides it very well).  I could do little but wave to her.  Still, she paces.

 

I found that, when I get a chance to walk -- it's much like a full marathon, shedding weight from my shoulders and back, feeling better -- then slump, back into waiting.  My eyes feel heavy, but I can't sleep well.

"I don't know what I'm doing.  No one will tell me.  I think this was a big mistake Grandma.  I don't think I belong here."+

 

 

+ Platoon

As a simple side note, my brother-in-law wrote to the folks, graciously thanking them for the birthday card and gift.  His year is another round of BS and that's not bachelors.  I read the letter to Mom, and I dare say that his letter was hurried, as it was a tad difficult to read.  Mind you, I can read preschool writing.  His broad loops -- old French style, made it an interesting, but challenging bit.

 

Much to Mother's worry and bewilderment, is that her friend, Betty will be discharged from same hospital on Wednesday, there transferred to rehab, though different than Mother's prospective rehab hospital++.  Mom may or may not see her again soon.

 

Betty's daughter must decide where Betty is to go.  Her daughter's hands are "full" with many other obligations.  On top of that, Betty is not interested in assisted living -- nor are most/all patients in nursing homes.

 

++ assignment of rehab hospitals is based on:  need, criteria, ratios.

1.  need -- can patient do rehab in other fashion, not in-house

2. basis of need -- phsyical, neurological

3. New to me:  ratios.  There are some facilities that must maintain ratios of say (percentages picked out of thin air) 62% physical rehab (limb removal, replacement), 25% neurological (e.g.: siezure), 12% other (other prosthetic like eye, inner eye, etc.).  So, a building can't be 100% hip and knee replacement patients.

 

That's crazy, but that's insurance policy/demands, and government standards for payout.

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It is very, very, likely that Mother will be at the campus rehab at Lutheran, but that hasn't been made as she's not yet in her standard room.

machines

Mother is improving and she is "attached" to machines that bend her knees.  She isn't doing as much on PT as they would like, so they are using machines to do it for her.  She claimed that it wasn't too bad -- felt good.  I'm sure that she was stiff, but isn't up to lifting her legs and doing much of anything on her own.

 

She's clearer, focussed and hoping and dreaming of going to REHAB hospital soon.  I think that it'll be later, perhaps next Monday, as her Pulse, Heart rate and Blood Pressure are all too high, despite a nitro drip and a couple other meds.  The doctors came about to see her, ensuring her that she won't sleep.  In a retort to a doctor who came in while she was drifting off to sleep, "how can I".

 

She's in better spirits.

How the world turns

It appears that my mother is improving.  She is clear(er) than she has been.  She is in pain only from the PT, but she is improving.  I have been driving my father and myself back and forth to hospital several times daily.

 

I thank everyone for their wishes and prayers and will contact people later when these ICU crappy times ebb, in favor of a new matrix -- regular room and longer visiting times.

Nightmare

On Friday, my mother experienced a psychotic episode. It was terrible to experience. To make things worse, my niece needed a ride, my sister who couldn't handle my mom's psychotic episode didn't know how to get to the school. Sadly, I had to leave her there and it tore her to shreds. I then had to tell my father, but he took some news better than I thought. He's sleepless and looks like Hell. I am thankful I am driving him.

Sadly, I have so many frustrations and no way to solve them. My two sisters from Indy area are up here, otherwise I might better be able to deal with my stress in a loud way. Again, I bury my problems to release the emotional pandora's box later.

I must be strong -- I didn't ask for it.
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The psychotic episode was brought on by at least four main factors: pain from double-knee replacement surgery and back spasms, dangerously high blood pressure, high blood sugar (she's diabetic), possible reaction to four pain medications she was taking.

While I will never forget it, my mother has no recollection of it. Good for her, it might affect her badly to know what happened.

Holes!

If only it were a happy-ending movie about juvenille boys in a correctional detention center in the desert looking for hidden treasure. No, it is about the holes in my stomach that are growing. I've not had my stomach checked, but I feel the holes -- acid, burning, despite my eating Tums and Pepcid AC like candy. If I could find a way out of stress, I could eliminate the pain once and for all, but that isn't soon coming.

My sleep is in theory only. I rest, I lie in bed, but never feel rested.

My mother was moved from one unit to the ICU for a dangerously high blood pressure. When I left her tonight, she was in some pain, but her blood pressure was just fine. She's still delusional, but has longer periods of somwhat effective communication. It is taking a toll on my father.

I predict that she'll be transferred out of ICU back to the regular unit tonight or tomorrow.
I wish I smoked.

reasons why I don't sleep

reasons why I don't sleep
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

While in this photo, it appears my mother is resting -- today it was not the case. The disaster of recovery and torments -- too wicked to write. Needless to say I have a new stomach hole, meaning ulcer.

phone woes

I got two phone calls today:
1. Paralyzed Hoosier Veterans; thankfully I ccould cut him off short, to two minutes declining to contribute.

2. Government Grants called me about that "grant" I pursued "a couple of months ago". "That was last year", I told the phone operator. She was at a loss for words.

Curs-ed!

stinking theme song! It's catchy, making it very grand -- for the Japanese anime, Azumanga Daioh. I read the translation, for however accurate that is, and it's neat until the last few lines, where it -- loses transcultural relativity.

The translations of the anime (plural) are intersting for, I don't think there is a Japanese equivelent to "friggin'", which was used on one anime. I'm also geussing that in Japanese, "fuck" isn't used as a profanity. I'd find that as likely as statuatory rape being "tabboo" in France. As a side note, rape is not a crime in France. Makes women just flock to get there, eh? The city of romance could be the city of Peppe Le Pew, not really vile in France.
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Since I could only call someone and wake them and give them a different song in their head to alleviate mine, this song goes with me to bed. Great, just great!

Ripley's BS or not

man buries self in soil to then eat 1000 some nightcrawlers to successfully enter Ripley's and possibliy Guiness. What a freak. Now, I could understand doing that if you were hungry or rationalized that it was better, more "ethical", or healthier to eat them, but on a dare or possible entrance to written notoriety -- stupid. I wouldn't train a camera on him. I saw, with my mother today around 45 minutes, not-consecutively, of TV. They had Sci-Fi Ripley's with junk ideas. The coneheads -- Andean culture that intentionally deformed their skulls for aesthetics, were unshocking. The model, "Cassie" as if I should know her, wore paint and beads instead of clothes. It took 9 hours to apply, but what they didn't discuss was what happened when she sweated? It supposedly lasted two days. I guess no one got lucky then, right?
Were I writing it, I would change the bits, joining them. How about a guy eating all of the painted clothing off the girl, taking 8 hours to completely eat every bit of it. Not previously mentioned was a Georgian (Russian) computer programmer who set up a cat entry door to prevent the cats from bringing in their catches. He put together, of course, a **ssy checker.

I also saw a bit of a Gary Grant movie where he was a pilot in South America, mail delivery. No, not Air America. It was weak and timed poorly. The one joke I did hear was, "They're not stopping at Port [I forget the name]. They have no bananas."

"They have no bananas?"
"Yes, they have no bananas." They, of course, missed "Today"

writing again

feelings warped, in space-time ... a kyper belt of shit! Perhaps, too unknown ... the asteroid belt of crapola and detestable feelings, angst, depression, doubt, regret, and more. These lumps never were a planet, never were anything, but a barrier. These lumps, if accelerated and directed toward me, do pose a threat. For now, they only circle in silent orbit a planet away. I'd almost rather not have feelings. With feelings is the responsiblity to act in union with feelings and reason. To that end, I've black holes in my stomach, consuming me.

Third planet, special only by its inhabitants. Do Uranians care -- doubt it!

Pentium Boop

Boop Boop Boop Bee Doop -- Boop!

"To its credit, I loaded Windows XP on a Pentium 2, 400mhz and it ran reasonably well. I would recommend a lot of RAM to compensate, however, as XP makes good use of it." -- MR

I'd say, "throw in another hamster" on the wheel. The secondary problem is on old systems, USB ports are absent. No indiginous life, essentially a big rock (out in space). Throwing in new pieces and parts and appliances -- after a while, I'd say, skip that noise! Just buy the $700 model and load it with student-version Office and whatever else. I have tried a few non-XP apps, and some makes XP as flakey as hell, but mostly the app just stays like a tree's shadow, you can change its shape but it doesn't move under your control.

I'm sure, at some point, as quickly as tech is growing, older concept must fall by the wayside and become obsolete. If only other social ideas were the same, but I'll not tangent. Really, the RAM is the limitation on any computer. Processing time matters only when you are doing 500 complex things similtaneously. Other than that, moments only. The Office 2000 with dial-up. Really, dial-up therein is a major hurdle.

Where they are located, it's pretty much Skywalker ranch, and not George Lucas'. I'm talking desolate area with no tech within a bike's distance (3 miles). There's GM, but there isn't cable on their side. Clearly, GM has city water, cable, power, phone, etc. An area (addition) of 25 houses isn't enough for Comcast or Verizon to knock itself out about getting customers. Country bumpkins, in other words, in the eyes of others.

Confession: stupid human trick

Being bear-like, not bearish, I have a stupid little thing that I can do. When I walk around a bit on carpet and yank off my shirt quickly -- viola! I can make glowing static electricity, my special effects shirt flying through the air, with the dim greenish-blue glow of static running along it. I haven't found the best color shirt to see it when thrown in complete dark. No, it's not a new trick and it's nothing I've shown anyone, but hey -- it's a stupid human trick.

When you're covered in fat and fur (bearlike), you get a small tokken of a thing, not a talent. The static electicity is no more exciting than foil-plastic-paper chip bags, that they no longer make. Mild light show with thermal discharge (mildly warmer).

Tabloid news: Fur man takes off shirt, lights a room for an hour. Monkeyjack suggested that I had sopped up enough lake water that it lowered an inch when I exited it.

dear sanity

I've missed you so much, I'm glad that you're back here to bring me misery with reason and rationale. Better still, the stark realities that are. Thanks for moving back in with me. I was lonely in my blissful chaos and unruly mindlessness. Reality bites. Do you have an ointment for that? My madness, sheilding, weilding power over realizations. Damnit! I thought I kicked my sanity out the blinking window! All sanity's stuff was gone -- like garbage day tomorrow; I better get it there stat!

I've spent a lot of time away from a mirror and when I look again, it's a scary, scary sight. Zombies, me for instance, walk among us. Rather than toil the soil at the call of our soul keeper, human demon, I toil away at life's displeasures and am mocked by my sanity that I booted long ago.

My sanity, passerby, now lives with me. Damn I hate him! He is cruel, demanding and has a bullying pal reality.

Do you know how I know you're old?

Steve Martin sings King Tut
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Because you know what this is: Steve Martin singing "King Tut" on the Saturday Night Live show, in his cocaine days. With a disco temp, the early 80s still gripped the 70s.

Later, wild and crazy, then "small" then Father of the Bride. I think, perhaps, better in Parenthood wrecking the car while his wife tried to help him relax (ha ha) and wearing carpet strips for chaps -- befundling a superlogical gifted girl with the removable thumb trick.

Lou Marini as King Tut. Lou was later in another Saturday Night Live spinoff movie, Blues Brothers.

"They're sellin' you!"

Ignorant lie

volleyball
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I made an entry regarding not posting more anime or cartoon pics. I wrote that I wouldn't post them, but it was inaccurate. I wasn't an intentional liar.

Here we see Kasuga Ayumu "Osaka" playing volleyball. She reminds me very much of one neice, flighty, absent-minded and fascinated with things other than school -- including dust shifting in the wind.
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I have taken a little sollace in anime and other novel featurettes under me two week stress. On Thursday, Mom has surgery and I hope and pray that it goes well. I'm tired and restless. Bills are stacking high and I'm not working. My stomach is a mess and I'm glad that I don't smoke. If I were a smoker, there would be a house fire already -- cigarettes lying on top of each other, never really finished -- like what's in my mind, 'never really finished'.
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I have been seeking a job in the local area 20-50 miles from the city, as FW has dried up its leads, for most jobs for which I qualify. There was an international posting from a semi-local company for teaching abroad. In the first posting it was South Korea, now they have posted Japan.

Boy, farther than a state away, Japan is Muy distant. From what I understand, it would be 1-year contractual. I would, of course, be teaching English to classes. The ages would very likely run child to adult.
I have so many thoughts in my mind, now mixed with the circle of doubt that John Karr has made for male teachers and male subs -- thanks [blank]hole! My stance on sex crimes is simple and well documented -- shoot the perps, save the people.

What the heck am I doing? I'm not clearly thinking. I need a way in, a way out, a way through. Japan (Nipon) teaching doesn't seem to do it, but it would be grand. I don't, however, like leaving the folks' lifeline to my sister here locally. Yoikes!

Like this scene here between two "outsiders" poor athletes, I feel like either girl and the ball, never long in control and the gesture seems pointless.

underwire support tech

This is me, how can I help you?
Oh, you have a Pentium 2 and you're wondering if it will run WinXP and be a fairly useful computer. Let me just get a little info. What speed is it? ummm hmmm, pardon me, just let me get one other thing ... [sound of me walking away from phone]

WWWHHOOOO -AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

ahem, sorry

[returning to phone]
Uh, no. You don't want to try to run WinXP on that machine. I suggest using it as a boat anchor.
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satirical as it is, my sister called last night with computer woes and she hoped to get this old P2 to do tricks. Uh, uh, no.

I can do what?

I can put my job searches on my blog? OH BOY! That would be absolutely .............




F! ing pointless!

Number 4400

It isn't just a show. I think it has more meaning than the numbers on Lost. I believe that I have filled out that many applications and sent that many resume's -- well, it seems that way. I also seem to have sent MetLife about that many emails complaining. Since their response time is around 24 hours--good unless there's a two email minimum (2 drinks) to get across the need for contacting them. MetLife has a 2 or 3 email minimum, so don't buy drinks there.
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I am approaching 25 asfaras "We noticed your resume'" line of BS to get me to respond. Thanks Monster, CareerBuilder, RegionalHelpWanted, Thingamajob, et al for making your system open to phishers, spammers, and scammers. One place was great at lying, but I thought there was something foul afoot when I had to set a time to call them. Call them? The number wasn't toll free; it's an Iowa number. I think I'll pass.
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We noticed your page [blah blah blah] and wanted you to put our ad on your page. That's funny! The page given to me had ABSOLUTELY no relevance to the place. It was a single blog entry, not even my blog generalized. You can count me out! You can count me out!
Yeah, I guess we'll just count you out of everything!

When you play with my money, you play with my emotions!

Dear MetLife, how are you? How is Mrs. MetLife? Are you having fun with my money? It's kinda funny that since it's all mine, mine all mine, not company invested, that you should play with it like it was yours. I think that I should soon eliminate all indebtedness to it and take all my money and put it in a company that handles it and responds quickly.
After many emails, as they don't post their talk-with-a-living-person phone number, they agreed to process the paperwork and will mail me a check. Now, what I don't understnad is that, "We put a hold on any loans, when an account (loan) is paid off with a personal check". So, when I'm paying off the loan of my money for 3 years, and I use personal checks that don't bounce, there's a special provision when I fully pay off a loan? That's a stupid wack rule, bar none--that's stupid.
Might I infer that all other money sent to them was held for 60 days in solitary confinement? I think not. I am supposed to be mailed a check this week. Great ... at a cost of a hundred due to late fees. Thanks MetLife!

Why, yes, I am below tredding water (financially), why do you ask? Does it show?

+ title is quote from Friday, movie

Karr repair

After watching MSNBC last night on John Karr, I am fairly convinced of a few things:

There are some mixed messages from people who "knew" him. Once thing is for certain, he has an inferiority feeling that might be eliviated or lessoned by control over others. I am not sure that I understand why Alabama allows marriages of children of 13 year-olds to 19 year-olds. I would think that it should be outright illegal, but it seems that there may not be a clause requiring parental agreement. This was John Karr's first failed marriage. His second marriage collapsed after two boys were born.

Later he was dismissed for teaching behaviors, allegations, and demonstrated control-issues over others. Children are generally weaker, better targets for predators. I think clearly, he is a hetrosexual pedophile (for what difference that makes), but can be useful for tracking criminal behavior.

His strange obsession with criminal histories of Polly Klass and JonBonet are worrisome, but not criminal in themselves. His confession is likely a low point in his psyche. He was controlling, in that he held minimal paying sub jobs, yet survived fairly well, but matched with possible paranoia (not typical). He took traceable jobs (teaching is a government job, very traceable) so paranoia doesn't jibe well with a pedophile taking high risks in highly visible jobs. Relocating to Bangkok made more sense in that he could blend into a large city and become invisible despite his English-only and pronounced Euro-American visage.

His internet discourse, leading up to his arrest and then surprising confession, were interesting, but his confession is merely a ploy to overcome his inferiority. The inferiority stems, likely, from failed relationships, poorer paying jobs, inconsistent work, body physique and plummet from "successful-looking high school student" to downtrodden meager man, relatively insignificant.

To be sure, his first marriage alone is demonstrative of pedophilia, but his deranged affection for child murder is a clearer sign of what likely lies ahead for society if he isn't executed.

V for Vengence

When I saw this, I thought it was like an incomplete sentence. It was a startling, good sentence, but still not yet complete. I would rate this fairly high for adaption to graphic novel, as there are elements that cannot be portrayed in film as they can be in comic form and for condensing an elaborate series into the movie.

The incompletion was in characters, but that likely would have made it longer and boring. I think, really, the addtion of the Matrix effects didn't help it any. I would have rather had standard quick reflexes and sophisticated, but not 100% CG, as some of the scenes were, and obViously so.

I'm sure the author of the graphic novel read quite a bit of literature, based on its similarity to many more famous works and to the protagonist's vernacular and great use of classic and neo-classic literature and media.

I would give it a 7.2 (high, but I'm ranking it lower because it has little novelty to offer the second time around).

+ It is interesting that Natlie Portman had some scenes that, from a Star Wars fan, seemed, well, "borrowed".

frozen master

frozen master
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

His fun is at an end, like me. I hate not working. I hate not having money. I hate having to fight.

I didn't think I could find these, but I did, but boy -- what I saw was not good quality. It looked like a home movie of a home movie of a TV show.

Having watched Dungeons & Dragons the Saturday morning cartoon makes me old.

attic find

attic find
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

If you are hunting around in your attic and you find this ... run screaming, do not stop until you have a good 2000 km between you and this!

This is from The Grudge, which had a great thing of scary elements, timing, suspense. I think what the director, Takashi Shimizu, did well was using the special effects and scary moments in short bursts, not two minutes here, five minutes there. He timed the moments specifically.

Surprisingly, I liked this movie. I re-watched it recently. What else can you do when you are tired at 3:00 am and can't sleep?

He's asking to die

Let's oblige him!
John Karr, calling out that he is the murderer (and rapist), and is a pedophile. I'd say you get anything off him you can, kill him, then check out facts later. Personally, I don't think he's guilty, but I'm gonna pull a three-headed giant on him, "Let's kill him anyway!" Rather than state that, then look around for him, after he quickly ran away. Remember Ted Bundy -- escaped from prison to rape and murder more.

"I am so guilty! I'm so guilty! I did it"
[blam]
"Thanks! We'll look into it."

flight ban

Rather than banning chemicals, clothing, all many other things, why not ban terrorists? Since they don't wear uniforms, I'd have to say that continuing with procedures to screen people, checking baggage is certainly necessary, but I think that most Muslims should be disallowed to fly. Boy! Doesn't that sound racist? I would stand by my decision, but remarking, hey ... a group of 20 some persons were going to get on planes bound for Europe and the US and bomb them.

I am not writing that only Muslims do bombings, but ... there is a distinct relationship. I would just ban all Muslims from flying. If they don't like that, then stop killing people, stop trying to kill people, stop bombing. I HARDLY believe that these 20 some people in the most recent case were alone in their plot. There are people out there that either know what is going to happen, likely to happen or some peculiarities. They don't; they rejoice at the death of others, then wonder why Muslims aren't trusted.

There are really, a low percentage of Muslims comitting the (large bomb) crimes, but I think that would just about end if they weren't allowed to fly. That would then translate to disallowing them to be on boat, then perhaps any transportation. That sounds really wicked, really evil, but I'd say that it's time to take off the gloves here.

If France wants little trouble from the Muslim population and still make a stand against terrorism, then the government should fairly buy their property so they could relocate back to the Muslim world away from the evils of Western society.

I think very soon, Muslims will be Muslims greatest enemy and be coralled into ghettos as was done to the Jews and slowly genocided through six generations, ending the religion, which would later be called a long-standing cult, for the victors write the history.
....
Israel pulls out of Lebanon and Hezbollah grows stronger. Then, they attack again with more weapons, now having a Lebanese military barrier between it and the Israelis. They'll attack, then scurry back to hiding places or into Jordan or Syria.

The conditional cease fire should be: upon any civilian or military deaths or kidknapping, there will be no cecession of fire and attack until terrorist organizations are removed. If the protection of that organization goes up to the government of a particular nation, then that nation has knowingly embraced it. Therefore, in the minds of other nations, the US by this definition already has supported this.
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Muslims in the Arab world are as likely to riot over something as Los Angles, CA is to riot and loot over the unrelated. The LA riots wound up killing 30-40 people outright, not to mention those that could not be directly attributed to the rioters and looters. Hey! There's an injustice, let's grab that large screen TV to show our displeasure, while we're at it let's take what money's in the till.

Tip to the masses of asses

Statement to Muslims; for "peaceful nature" does not bear out reality.

Get angry; non-Muslims already are.

Non-Muslim will get even when pushed too far.

Reagan roasts

Reagan roasts
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

"And if it hadn't been for Frank (supporting me throughout my campaign), who knows .... I might have become President." At the time of this recording, marked as 1981, but 1970s, he was governor.

Walk Backward

Enter macabe , replay possibilities in head --- outcome never certain, but always the same; what I remember. Betrayed, life improved only after losing then gaining. I've never quite bright, dark and not light, if only I had a dark secret -- at least then I could finger point. Alas, I've no business pointing my finger at anyone. I only wish I had an "alter" spending my energy, gathering money somehow so that I could find that, quash madness and stomp out many flames at once.

Then, thinking about it, maybe I'd rather have the third arm.

In a word -- crappy

It was my week. Borrowing my own money seems to be a difficulty. If MetLife were close by, I'd drive there and finish up the paperwork and transfer myself. Okay, they have my paperwork for two weeks -- still, they haven't processed it. I'm asking for only $1,000 of my own money! How tough can that be? They have all my info -- address, phone, everything vital. What gives?
--- back to the more critical, though not being able to pay bills is critical,
My mother had a couple of really bad nights -- in so much pain, overdosing on other things ... terrible, unpretty -- I wish not to see it again, though got another shadow of it on Thursday.

What was to be a "30 minute" trip to hospital for pre-admission testing, was in fact, 3 some hours -- nearly 4. In the end, she should be ready to go, but now needs to exercise to gain muscle in arms, for that's what she'll use to lift herself.
I doubt that she will successfully complete the physical rehab and on top of that ... she is a bad surgery risk.

I'm not really sleeping well anymore ... Tyler Durden lurks with my face, selling soap, dreams, discontent, revolution to the masses. I like being alive, but this hell I've had is akin to death (for Hell is death+). I have heavy eyelids all the time, matched with dull wit and unsightly bursts of angry talk about topics for which I have some opinion, usually soundbite news (serial murderer cofession, inconsistent with facts) etc.

I'm writing little because I generally unmotivated. I now have a very wonderful schedule of reading job postings, responding to job postings, checking "potential spam" folder for possible responses finding few -- several times daily.

On the bright side, I never traded in my car for one with worse gas mileage and for a higher loan. Thanks God!

+ as defined by absence of life (love, existence, religious continuity; be it proximity to God, or restoration of self)

C3-PO has a better chance at a job than I do

Not only can't I program them, I can't even hope to be a binary load lifter.
Damn!

girl expresses demands

girl expresses demands
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Little Red Riding Hood was walking through the forest when she was stopped by friend, Rabbit, who warned her to be careful of the wolf, for he would jump on her bones and play with her cleavage. She said, "thanks, I'll be okay."

A short while later, friend Owl reminded her of the dangers of the wolf and again, Red dismissed Owl with, "Thanks" showing a 9mm handgun for protection.

Minutes later, the wolf jumps right in front of her stating that he was going to jump on her bones and play with her cleavage.

"Oh no you're not", screamed Red. She brandished her pistol, leveling it on the wolf's head between his terrified eyes. "You're gonna eat me, just like it says here in the book!"

four buttons and "all" feature

categories: all (meaning canine anal sacks or duct glands could be followed by Kobiashi Maroe then shitaki mushrooms and "where's the beef?")
Get your friends / team to say the phrase, without divulging any words that you see, then get peeved and hurl it like a frisbee.
Catchphrase or Catch**it

job serach

"We have received your resume"

It's missing the phrase, "Thank you for playing." I don't see a door here. I also don't see a window.

Convenient timing

John Karr, substitute teacher (my prior job) may very well be the killer. He was regarded as a poor teacher, though. He taught in many different places and was a caregiver. According to some reports, he had a sexual assault charge, but in California during a fingerprint check -- nothing came up. I'll return to this fiend later.

I know that there are two schools of thought on male teachers -- perverts and queers. Little does anyone remember the powermad school masters who beat the snot out of kids who threw a fit or didn't "get with the program" in one room school houses. Later, the state was happy to pay women teachers less and require them to be unmarried. Later still, integration and the vast need for qualified teachers.

Men should be role models -- and many urbanites need good role models, men and women. Generally, it is accepted (through assumption and data) that urbanites tend not to have a stable father figure in their lives (via jail/prison, abandonment, death, etc.) I actually was a novelty, and I love teaching, but as life would have it, I failed to fullfill a requirement, relegating me out of teaching, which didn't pay me much anyway.

During my experience, there was always doubt, wonder, suspicion as to which one I was -- queer or pervert. As it happens, I'm neither, but that wouldn't sway most persons feeling I had to be one or the other or both. An EH (emotionally handicapped) child once called me a pedophile, actually perfunctory response in an attempt to defy me, get attention, and to seem superior. It was my only time that I met or saw the child, in that 5th grade class. A month later, she was removed from the school and into another program.

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I think that Ramsy's killer being a substitute teacher and caregiver spells a mess of problems for male teachers, regardless of the time they put in. It underscores fears, much like a Black male armed robber. It's common --statistically, almost predictable. It would be "newsworthy" if it was a Asian women in her 40s.

A woman teacher, "mom" as it were, is trusted categorically because she is a woman, who could be a mother. I have found, even in my small group of 90 would-be teachers, that some carried too much baggage for the trip. One woman would not teach in a mostly Black or high-percentage Black school. She didn't like Blacks. You don't get to always choose. She could not have been a fair teacher. A couple others, I had in the back of my mind -- certain worries about their intents -- control mainly, over others; nothing more.

I did encounter some creepy adults; somehow affiliated with students at a sschool, whether parents, uncles, cousins, etc. Some surely would have been jailed for mindcrimes. Even others were, well, demonstratively too close with some kids. That may or may not have led to anything, but the wrongness was there.

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Now, away from that, I find that it really would have killed me anyway. I'm still wanting to be a dad someday and having all those kids around me would either make me crazy to adopt or jump into a stupid relationship (to be a father), or get soured on kids totally and never want to deal with them really. It is a fine line.
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So far, no job, but the month of August might bring something.

Aren't you the stripper?

surprise meeting (Oh, Jeffrey)
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Yes, yes, yes ... we all know what I did! Hey! I want to see what you do after drinking 1.25 gallons of beer. I know this because of the number 32oz cups I filled and drank of beer, before my memory became extinct like the dodo (or really lightning in a storm -- in flashes only). I kinda got the impression that I got the wrong impression about the party.

I also found out that even thirty pieces of gum, singularly or similtaneously didn't hide the smell of that much beer on your breath. I think the stumbling and nudity gave away my condition. In my head I was making words, but listening to me -- not so much.

originally from Coupling. surprise meeting (Oh, Jeffrey)

expounding upon MR's **ck Lebanon

Sadly, too many people see others as the problem and not their hate. Why think when acting and hating are faster ("more seductive"+)? "History shows that destroying has always been easier than creating."++

The US seems like an odd nation to be finger wagging and pointing, regarding its dismal history and track record (like genocide of native peoples, hundreds of years of slavery), condoning of underpayment of illegals (to some this is evil) -- I'd say, employment is illegal. They entered illegally, then have to be underpaid to exist -- tip from narrow-minded person, learn English and enter legally.

We do, however, allow freedoms -- sometimes too many to the wrong persons. I can go to a restaurant and order Korean food or an Indian restaurant and order food, sometimes not knowing what the items are. Better still, I can send it back. Most things are done by contract, not "I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you." sealing the end of the marriage. Similarly, I can get a job and then not randomly be fired.

I can drive through this small city and find Jehovah's Witness halls, Menenite Chapels, Synogogues, churches of all flavors (Catholic, Lutheran, Baptist, Methodist, Evengelical, Later Day, etc.). I do criticize others, belittle small bits of irony and inconsistencies in doctorine, but am happy there are choices. Really, the US is a consumer's market on many things including religion.

You believe that faith and faith only can cure your cancer, that is within your rights as an adult to let yourself go with that method. If you want to include poisonous snakes in your worship of God, that's okay too. If you want to accept no God (or god), that's cool. You may be ridiculed by others, not quite a Job character, but you aren't slain for it.

Killed for gayiety was a possibility, but now homosexuality is a fad. Aparently it's okay or cool, trendy to be seuxally wishy-washy. I think here, I'll be outdated and stick with hetrosexuality, but I'm fine with that. Simple principles, but very complex laws (too ubiquitous lawyers) make for a safer society with freedoms that other nations surrender or don't fight to have.

As for Syria, Lebanon, Jordan -- I think in the 70s you made it clear where you stood, and I'm sure that your mind is stuck, groovy with the 70s hate, retroactively cool, even in 2006.

+ Star Wars, New Hope
++ Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan

This is my dell

This is my Dell on fire! Any questions?

Since they are Sony batteries and Sony Vaio s haven't burnt, I'd say it wasn't necessarily exclusively a battery issue.

bathroom etiquette

Jeff looking
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Here, we see Jeff looking at Patrick. He was requested by three seperate people to examine Patrick while in the bathroom. Jeff can't stop staring ... amazed that Patrick is a "tripod".

Neither of them are gay and it pans out that Jane was wrong that they didn't go for a little "cuddle" as is in her delusion. Jeff feels even more insecure after this. His homelife, later revealed in the series was scary.
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When you are in restroom (public) don't do this -- ever! Also, put space between you and another else, including friends or at completely different times. If you have to ask if it's wrong -- it is.

both ways?

ROADS SECRET 3
Originally uploaded by The Secret History.

original title was, "ROADS SECRET 3", but her positioning in the road led me to a number of different interpretations like, "goes both ways", "line in the middle" (especially rude), "wide open road" (equally rude), slow steady travel (note the speed limit), "ride her", "makes quick stops"

There is no real text in the picture, but clearly the photographer had to know this leaves open some impressions. In mine, expression of perverted, darkly sexual commentary. The reader can make guesses why (another road indeed).

"parallel", "don't tread on her", "waiting for ride"

unpretty (fugly) -- sorrow, remorse, negative response

yesterday ... little was right with it. My neice was here, one day before her school began and her dog visited too. A family member was ill, flopping around, suffering, but those around that person suffered more.

In this spit of life (yesterday) I thought to myself of a couple of things.

Suicide: easy for the person comitting it, terrible for those around the suicide (person). It is a selfish act; nothing more, nothing less. Thankfully there were no suicides yesterday.

I also pondered my existence and the relationship of what I'm now doing from what I want to do and what I have done. Is it coincidence, fate, planning, folly? I was in a place to help -- somewhat, and I did help, somewhat. Was I supposed to help? Was I supposed to be available? God knows, I don't.

Restless sleep -- mind focused on little ... I don't want another yesterday. If I had to relive things, I would have to sonsider that this day I might have to relive.

offer I refused

DESCRIPTION RCM is currently recruiting for a Field Technician/Dell Warranty Tech. This is an open-ended contract opportunity to work as an Independent Consultant to repair desktop, laptop, and printers.

The troubleshooting has already occurred through a phone support line. That support line has determined the problem is hardware related and ordered the components for replacement. Your job will be to pick up the hardware and take it to the client site (home, home-based business or small business) and swap the part out.

This position pays $28 per ticket within a 50 mile radius and $38 per ticket within a 51-75 mile radius. Anything over 75 miles pays $38 per ticket plus gas reimbursements at $.31 for every mile over 75 one way. You will be doing approximately 3-8 tickets per day. This position also requires you to work 40hrs/week with the posibility of weekends.

REQUIREMENTS Professional Experience with PC and Laptop at least 2/3 years with hands on experience or 1 yr in College Labs.

MUST have experience diagnosing/troubleshooting hardware issues on pc's, laptops, and printers.

Working on hardware repairs and/or upgraded on pc's, laptops and printers.

A+ certified is mandatory

Dell Certified is a plus

Must enjoy driving - will be driving from location to location (field technician).

Must have own tools for repairing computers that include anti-static protection and DC volt-meter

Ability to locate addresses in your immediate area.

This position is immediate and only requires a phone screen with the hiring manager

+ note typo of possiblity

Geese in flight

Geese in flight
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Monday evening, I got peeved and went walking for 3 hours. I walked around ten miles, perhaps more and got some interesting shots. This is one. The geese did a test flight over me to see if I was a hunter, and since I wasn't, didn't mind flying near me again.

I saw a No Trespassers, but couldn't find the Trespassers William sign. So, no piglet. I found a few bits and pieces of things on the road, not much. I took only 3 shots of little pelts, cleaned of flesh and bone.

Also, not featured in my photo shoot from Monday were a couple of golden finches near a golf course. I got a limited shot of sandpipers on the course. I was too noisy going through a forest to capture wild things. The forest was thick enough, that to pass through I had to stomp down attacking follage.

signs of being old

signs
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I kept this one because ... Ferguson was Lisa's old name. Kinnerk was the road (unlike its present condition and shape) where I nearly killed myself and two friends stupidly driving too fast on a gravel road. Did I mention that I was dragging a Yosemite Sam on the back. The Yosemite Sam, we found on someone's curb to be hauled away by the trashman.
The car was stopped by a guide wire to a telephone pole. The car was never again the same, but I thought of this while I walked down the road again -- decades later.

sleep aid

sleep aid
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Diphenhydramine HCl 25mg
The box didn't include possible side effects like, ineffectiveness, grogginess, stomach cramping and working solidly for only 2 hours, thereafter in a hazy restlessness. I'll mark that next to tylenol pm as really, quite ineffective. Six beers+ are more likely to make me rest than this stuff!.

+ after body uses up the sugars in a fury of mental activity going nowhere and some limited hyperactivity.

If I could only get some quality sleep.

Where I'll be on the 24th

My mother will have surgery, and quite frankly, she's not a good surgery risk or a good patient. She'll reside here and at rehab for several weeks.

digging hole for swimming pool

I thought that I'd be done by now, but I wasn't wasn't sure it was deep enough.

James Potty and Flash (re-edited)

Flank wonders what he's doing.

James Potty more homo than metro sexual

Flank strange shopping habits

Lost in the hotel

Drunk on job dismissal

My dinner with Dalmer

Flank prone to violence

Deliverance Marked Trail

Sea turtle finds out that being eaten by shark is kinder fate than its fate with humans.

Bubba finds his-self a turtle to mount a stuff.

How I feel today

Thanks, girl! You let me know without speaking.

350 pound operetta

I was at the grocery store today. For shopping music they had, "Endless Love" title song from the movie. What was strange was seeing a 350 pound (or greater) man wandering around shopping, whistling the tune. Now, my first thought was, "how strange", then my mind wandered.
Was his having endless love for food -- his shopping cart bursting with piles of food including whole milk. Look, dude, try skim. Was he trying to gain attention by knowing the tune or such a love-struck tune? Any way you slice it + you're left with an odd picture and scene in your mind.

+cliche, also KISS song.

Smoking

Smoking
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Do you know how I know you're gay?
Why?
Because you smoke balogna pony and follow it up with playing the skin flute.

Do you know how I know you're gay? You smoke after sex.

Do you know why you're gay? You watch gay movies.

Do you know how I know you're gay? You're going to go buy cigarettes and watch a gay movie because you saw this pic.

Time to buy a gun

I think I'll get a shotgun considering the ease of this. Yikes! I'll have to just wait til they enter, shoot them. Since law prevents you from booby trapping your house, I guess it's get a gun or gun or get a tiger to protect family and home.

Here, waste more of my time

Drive like mad, drive like crazy. It's no Vilgilante 8 or Burnout, but it will certainly entertain. Lego racing.

programming and commercials making your smarter

Unlike the intent of dumbing down viewers, television has the potential for helping people improve their memory. TV has so many commercials that viewers either have TiVo and don't watch them or watch one channel until commercials, then turn to at least one other channel to avoid commercials. In this way, they remember what's going on in two or three different shows. I mute commercials or watch something else. TNT is notorious for losing my interest so much so that I flat out don't retun to the channel because of the 5- 7 minutes of commericals followed by 2 minutes of show, etc.

nothing required

nothing required
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

It's almost getting to the point of me needing a new blog to cripe about these issues. I have enough arguments about Career Builder. Now, if you notice, employers aren't using hot links designed in the interface. They have reversed the trend so that they spend 20-30 seconds on a resume, meanwhile the prospective employee must read quite a bit to decided if s/he qualifies for a job. Unfair!

Great balls of fire!

in Amalfi - Italy
Originally uploaded by Elisabeth Gaj.

original title: in Amalfi - Italy

You might be up all night, but when it comes to a finish -- burning love takes on a whole new meaning.

Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme

Movies and quotes that should have been

"Hello, my name is Steven Segal. I killed this genre. Prepare to die."
"Hello, my name is Jean-Claude Van Damme. I killed this genre. Prepare to die."
....
Steven Segal in, "Above Dignity"
Steven Segal in, "Belly of the Bastard"
Steven Segal in, "Out For Money (sequel to Out of Money)"
Steven Segal in, "Overplayed"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Three Men and a Little Ladee"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Mulletproof Punk"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Universally Bad Movie 3"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Thaiborg (exercise video)"
Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Bad Acting Warrant"

Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "How I Succeded in Acting Without Even Trying"
Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "How to Murder Your Wife"; guest appearance by Robert Blake
Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Clueless in Utah"
Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme in, "Anger misManagement"; written and directed by Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme; edited by Steven Segal and Jean-Claude Van Damme; running time 75 seconds.

tasting these again (new dialogue on old strips)

There! That loose tooth is finally out!

Ring ... are you prepared for Jehovah's return?

I swore he said tea specimen.

Prone to macing people.

Hazmat suits disguise those within.

Worst prepared hunter award goes to ...

winner of hotdog eating contest suffers.

This doctor is desperate to remove unwanted body hair.

The 24th century doesn't offer any better hope on glasses that fit.