Fatso to Snake (on B.C. comics by Johnny Hart)

I was looking for Halloween music for kids and my search was, "Trick or Treat". I got the usual this, that, and the other thing, but little that I wanted or knew existed. I did see the listing of, "Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13; story of Trick or Treat Pete". What is the heck is that? What's it doing there? Why would ANYONE be looking for it? Why was it made?

No, no. I really don't want answers. Just like the guy who dragged a woman to death, leaving a mile-long bloody trail on the road -- victim dying of asphyxia/strangulation rather than blood loss. I guess it was better to die that way than by the dragging. Would I ask the guy a lot of questions, no. I'd walk him to the scene of the crime and add another body, his. This then would end the process. Could there be a doubt that he is guilty, no.

Like Fatso, I'd aggressively hunt down the snake and bash it apart with my club -- not neanderthal but primative human extinguishing the thing with extreme prejudice. Please, don't infect the young, that's what I'm asking here. The adult welcome their own misery, but the young shouldn't have it forced upon them. The "song" itself sounds almost fun, if you don't know what a drag queen is.

Alpha Bravo Charlie

Monkeyjack called me, since we have not spoken for weeks now -- not hostile, just never called each other. Anyway, he and his family are over their illness, though his wife was again mildly ill with something else. More to the point, Charlie, his son, wanted to talk with Uncle [me]. There was enough background noise that we were about talking in a concert. Conversation was a challenge, but nice. I tried prompting him, but got only mild feedback.

At one point in time, the pauses were as classes; long and seemingly pointless. Ah, I reasoned, they were home and good friend TV cartoons ensnared hiim. I was a nuisance thereafter. Monkeyjack eventually interceeded and got the phone back. We bade goodbye. What I did find out, while Monkeyjack hasn't had time to bloody well do much, is that his business seems to be fine ... he's marrying again (this time to company) and that a "beloved" large fish passed away.

He declared on the mountaintop that he was not bowling this year! He regarded the cost and payout (end of league and entertainment value - cost of going and eating and drinking) were not worth it. He considered, within a year or more to join a macho-competitve league that offered more challenge than "candy-ass" as he called it.

I won't bowl -- I won't do it.

Neighbor chat

While one couple of neighbors generally are aloof, their children are more outgoing. The daughter grins and laughs bunches, but rarely speaks with me. Yesterday was an exception. She completed, what might be considered a paragraph. It was after I was her audience on her wonderful bicycling back and forth down the street. She's young and not allowed to travel far -- thankfully set limits by rational parents not sending their child to areas to-be-abducted. Since I had a one-sided conversation with her while she rode, she obliged me a short happy-thoughts session before going in with mommy and brother for hot chocolate. She said bye and waved happily to me. I could see in her eye and actions that, while mommy put away the bike, that she wanted to do a cartwheel on the front lawn. That'd be great since, she's four.

It came upon a midnight clear.

MR spoke with me briefly about a person (special) recently diagnosed with a sleeping disorder. While I won't go into any other details there, I'll now type about ME!

In a loom of dreariness, I thought, maybe, just perhaps, sleep means a little bit more+. I wonder if my poor sleep patterns and restlessness might indeed be short-lived sleep disorder. I have tried chemistry only to find disappointment. I know that stress -- ever-lurking is a great satan (advesary) to my rest. Sans job, stress isn't packing up and leaving anytime soon. I have been resting more lately -- quality. I think the sleep has helped me reason a bit better and type in a ... dare I say, legible, readable manner. If only I were in control.

+ paraphrased from How the Grinch Stole Christmas

not-so Fantastic Four (adult themed content)

For background, not nearly as crass Randal, I worked at a video store for a while. The store, owners changing thrice, had a porn section for years. The funny thing there was the range of creative titles, though doubtless stupid films in all. There was Who Reamed Rosie Rabbit, When Harry Ate Sally (this was acutally at another store, but applies), Edward Penishands, and others. I think you understand the segue between hollywood releases and the $9 productions+.

I couldn't immediately sleep last night and thought -- Jessica Alba hottie (until she applies make up, then looking like Bozo -- yuck!) in Fantastic Four. That movie stank! I then, in my near-REM mind thought, hey! Well, it didn't stop at hey, but then rude Fastastic Four (some). The one and only woman has two powers -- invisibility and force fields (telekinetically-based). Why would she need to be invisible, because of course she's the only female! She's hiding from the three super powered horny bastards. In the porn industry, incest isn't tabboo, but in my thinking -- inarguably criminal and sinful. I therefore, extinguished the incest factor of brother and sister.

Anyway, you could quickly put together in your creative mind, if you have one, the powers of "The Thing", Johnny "The Human Torch (he's hot?)", and a man who can stretch any and all parts of his body. The more subvertive, maniacal writer might exchange powers between roles, making one man invisible capable of force fields, then the woman capable of stretching (engulfing) any body part, or any other combination.

I don't rent movies, other than from the library and from Netflix (for the folks, as they like British murder mysteries). I therefore, haven't been in a place to see the new-handsome titles of the adult-film industry. This does, however remind me that in my weak attempt to acquire a version++ of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, I was surprised that the familiar 20th Century Fox logo was missing. I skipped to the one-third or halfway mark to see -- WHOA!

Those aren't Sith, nor stormtroopers, nor Jedi, nor anything of the kind. There was, I guess, sickening force. Why would someone re-label porn? It wouldn't be likely that some person would look for Revenge of the Sith in a secretive way of finding new porn with a "college" setting; not a lick of space scene it in.

What I did see in the 2 minutes of FasForward+++ that I did see before using the Death Star's "cleaning" method were really sick sexual practices. I dare say that I would truly wonder about a woman who favored some of what I viewed. Gosh -- that sure does turn me on, a threesome or foursome--one woman and more mess and gore than end-of-shift KFC kitchen cleaning. It will take a bit of time to clear it from my mind. I did type that I did watch 2 minutes out of curiosity, but gross it was. It was a bad call!

+ porns, from the video store I worked so long ago, cost the company $9 each, yielding profit beginning with the 4th rental.
++ no other details will be given
+++ I watched all of Matrix III; which was worse than Matrix one, which I DESPISED, in FF. Look, it's not like the dialogue kept you on edge, gripped with suspense or academy award winning, nor pinocchio metamorphosis from carboard to three-dimensional living being. There were cutout doll actors in a failed sock puppet play.

I never knew such a critter existed

If you are traveling about and have your furry companion(s) with you, then you probably want to know where you can stay. I found this, in a daft attempt to find something different. I was trying to find the animal resort, where the animals are the ONLY guests. In some places they have, not only deluxe accomodations, but also TV. I'm sure sure how large of areas each are given, and truly some non-den animals would rebel and reject such offers. Other animals -- crate trained, typically respond better, especially when they are given "options" for food -- in "owner" provided or facility-provided.

Anyway, the site posted lists places that allow animals (I think generally fur-bearing typical ones), ie: dogs, cats or smaller vermin that remain in cage at all times. Birds, I believe generally are an exception -- messy, noisy, and now with avian flu a definite tabboo. Repiles and Arachnids are always on the low list of acceptabiliy, namely shorter precidence on companionship. Dogs and cats have been companions for years -- dogs more so and longer.

It's just neat to know that if you wanted a place to stay in the US or abroad, there are places that allow your companion the comfort that you have.