Metropolis woman

Hey! I was wondering if you all have any specials?

Yeah, we have a special running on pulling metal out of your face.

Yuck! So, you put enough metal in your face to deflect bullets and you do so to attract attention and expose your wonderful beauty?
That's so gross. The stereotypical mid-desert African tribespeople don't look as freakish, despite those peoples' preference for bizarre wonders like elongated necks, expanded lips and lobes, charcoal and feces impregnated tattooing aren't quite as side-showish as some of these piercing nutjobs I see.

If found dead, they could be recognized without the flesh due to the one pound of odd assortments of facial metal. There's a trend that I'd like to see vanish.

Rain, rain down on me now

Phil Collins is to blame ... well, maybe not.

The rivers are high and are going to get higher. The lowland areas are going swimming next week. I again refer to my entries regarding the poorly-named, hundred-year flood.

It holds as much water as a functional gutter.

ill-planned, ill-advised

So, when you spent $5000 on this ad campaign for new Finnish Sauna, did you really say, outloud to yourself, "ethnic cleansing"?

"Come join us now for this great ethnic cleansing" has yielded bomb and death threats, vandalism and destruction of the store. What can I say, "you're fired". Great thinking there, bucko!

But, I ...

look up, mouth closed

Was that why I was later wearing a "white" shirt?

Wayne guy ... I think he was some sort of commander

Yes, he was a general "Mad Anthony", but I don't think he was quite this tall, but was as reserved and stoic.

When you absolutely, positively have to die overnight

This is not the most effective way to communicate a message by the way.

She must have run out of post-it notes

I left a note for you on your van. Oh, really? Yeah ... I don't think you'll have a problem finding it.

cute and pretty

I just missed an snapping turtle. I stepped two steps too many and it dove into the water out of sight.

other spots in FW

Freiman Square
under the tracks (squatters live here)
eat at "famous" Coney Island
visit the Firefighter's Museum
wander through the Grand Wayne Center
enjoy the new public library
see, what is called art
get a window washing job (note brass statue visible)
eat at a fancy, however overpirced, diner

MR's favorite local restaurant

While a gas house sounds neat, the Takaoka of Japan is where MR likes to eat. They serve grilled food at the table -- display, art, food, fun. I think it holds memories for many people who've been there, some more than others.

Ain't no half-steppin'

Big Shoes
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Mighty big shoes to fill are these.

Last year, Mastodons and this year ... shoes, large artistic, but not nearly as many.

Still, it's nice to see art downtown that isn't wrinkled metal.

Man in Black, revisited

Hours later ... still, no fingerprints, but my skin has finally softened and isn't leather as it was yesterday. Tip, while watching Fight Club, be sure to ("Drink your Ovaltene") watch what happens when a basic chemical (not acidic) meets flesh. While not lye, it was basic and removed layers of skin.

Fun, avoidable.

Mormon Bates

PBS did a show on Mormons, so here's my take on the "religion".

Worshiping the constant and intangible, yet mostly viewable makes sense. There are phenomena that go beyond explanation for you lack enough knowledge on why it happens, so ... you develop the best understanding of what you see, hear or in any other ways experience. So, I understand completely why early history peoples were polytheists and worships the sun and many other non-entities.

In the 19th century, there were enough developments to know that there was no 'spontaneous generation' and that infection caused illness as well as curiously unseen pathogens caused illness and death. In this same time, there were no Western culture religions practicing polytheism or polygamy. So, I guess the gross thousand or 144,000 refers not only to the polytheists (gods themselves) but also their multitudes of kin and "wives".

So, while the US is battling gay rights and gay restrictions and legal haggling of the definition of marriage -- man and woman, you have a Mormon who's trying to enter the race. Boy! If you thought Clinton or Bush were messy, wait to you see this guy. He could make inroads to Islam being that his concept of multiple wives (or so-called) would ring true with Eastern cultures and the pimps of the world pushing the women to do the work while "the man"+ "sits at home with his *@$& so hard, looking for a freak to call"++.

I'm sure the pedophiles and molesters of the US, rampant in some areas, as well as the Appalacians would rejoice with laws written by the Mormon prez legalizing marriage to children and their children and abolishing tabboo restrictions like, say ... incest.

Mit, I'm sure has some skeletons in his closet, if not the taxidermed body of some person, whose persona who now takes on or imitates. Mit ... she's a filthy whore. You know what to do with her.

So he marries her and her daughters. Doesn't this sound David Koresh-ish? He could have the branch romnedians.

+ genetically attributed only, for real men do things and take responsiblity, and work to achieve
++ 2 Live Crew, "Me So Horney"

pity sakes

Little Bo Peep, as I shall call her, called me again ending my hope that the ripple wouldn't come back. She wanted to talk and was full of stress ...better to dump it on someone than address it, right?

After talking, I found that she has few people to assist her, even emtions (lack of support from friends and family), hence why I'm the shoulder. She does and doesn't want more and therein is neurosis and the Florida swamp of befuddlement and confusion.

I volunteered to help Little Bo Peep to sell a few things she needed to sell. So, if you know anyone who's interested... she's got two vehicles to sell. (will be posted later)

All in all, she's out of luck, spinning her wheels, and looking for Superman to save her.

I'm not even Clark Kent, let alone Superman -- so I'm saving no one here, m'am. There's so much there like my "ex" that it's just plain friggin' scary. Need, need, need, want, want, want.

She's lost her sheep, but I'm not going around to help her find them. Somehow, I'm not feeling too bad not helping.