I'm sloppy too

That isn't a job

So, do I inspect terminal people, an airport terminal, or must I be terminal and I'm hired as an inspector?

harsh treatment for shoes (2nd day with them)

The grass stain on right shoe occurred five hours after I bought the shoes. Yep, I'm tough on shoes.
I normally buy a little more expensive shoes, but at $10 and my treatment of shoes, I thought I would try them. They are not especially comfortable, insole weak.

Fort Wayne's Summer Fashion

A button on the front plays I didn't mean to piss you off with the music from Robert Palmer.
I think Fort Wayne has a crime problem. I think we should slack the rules a bit on deadly force for known felons.

I actually got word that someone will not seek work here for concern of the killings. I don't think that is realistic, but it is not unfounded. Fear of a thing sometimes is quite justified.

Bling-Glish

Are you threatening me?

I am Corn-Cholio!

I wear my shirt over my head, lean like a Cholo and am King with Bling

Datz me

So, where's the English?+

+ think old Wendy's commercial, "Where's the beef?"

So... let's clear this.

The problem is that for months and months and months potential voters didn't get state-issued IDs (forms accepted) and now that the election is here (Fort Wayne News article) it is a hardship? That's total bunk! When you read the forms accepted, some dummies might cry, "unfair", but apparently they've never filed a W-4 then, right. If you ever worked for a company that required you to fill out a W-4, then you have the ID required to get a state-issued ID.

So, again, who doesn't get to vote? People who don't or haven't filed W-4s. Why would I knock myself out about getting them to vote?

I support

the nomination of someone who isn't a buffoon. While I am not known for my Republican or conservative views or banter -- namely because that isn't my "flavor", I can honestly type that Clinton and Obama have overwhelmingly shown that neither one is fit for the job. You all can stop; you got me; you are both bad picks. I got it!

I think the zinger here, apart from Obama's dubious "typical white people" and associations with "Klandestine" rhetoric denouncing Jews, Whites, Catholics and government conspiracies, is Obama's last ditch effort to get the "disenfranchised" vote. So, who is served by voting without IDs? I would venture to guess those ill-suited to vote.

About Clinton, what can I type? She was crooked before they got to the White House, revealed plainly years five and six. Their policy of corruption was deep and intrinsic. There's no way I would vote for her, but ...

I appreciate both Hillary and Barrack coming to the state and my town to speak to folks. We haven't had a thing like this for a long, long time. We are generally a fly-by state.

Thanks for coming, but ... you still don't get my vote.

AT&T Go phone

Well, I suggest go home. "Paradise By the Dashboard Lights" being sung father to son with phone applicable lyrics. Whoa, I can't believe you went to that! "I will love you 'til the end of time" included. I suppose there will be a Snickers, commercial about eating chocolate bars by the dashboard lights next.

Enough with the gay stuff, please!

Into a blank stare

Diabetes ... I don't want it. My family has a history of it. I saw the paleness, the blankness of eyes ... hardly a thought coming into focus. Cripes, that's gotta be scary! I am thinking now that although I had a short walk, I didn't do nearly enough, so I will either walk tonight or draw or work on something.

It still haunts me ... the eyes: unfocused on anything, moving but no dilation and behind them a mind burning with no desires, cares, or wonders, only confusion and a dream to sleep. Zombies are so cast.

I'd need an ID?

Well, thankfully the Supreme Court upheld that Indiana isn't being unfair by requiring state-issued IDs for voting. What's the hardship ... oh, that's right, being able to get a free one. Yep, that's tough. Well Obama, Bahamas, group failed on this one. That's one more vote he won't be getting.

I think there are many who will cry themselves to sleep knowing that people will actually have to show ID to vote. Darn ... just marking "X" isn't good enough anymore? Are you John Doe? "Grunt." Is that grunt a yes or a no?

more travel by the while

After walking for so many miles, I have become sunburned and muddied. I also bear the scars of thickets. Ah, the cost of walking the less beaten trail.
Haary Baals Drive in Fort Wayne, Johnny Appleseed Camp facing Coliseum Blvd. The bushes are lovely.
Dam long walk on some days.
A short bridge to soccer fields. This is Shoaff Park in Fort Wayne. Sadly, the locals in the area were discharging weapons in their yard.
This is on the North end of Shoaff Golf Course. This pond hosted many geese, none of whom liked me being there.
Metal, rusted, ladder down. I had to hold the hand rail for I couldn't see the individual steps for the brown mud, leaves and rust.
Higher ground, but not morally. This is a high spot overlooking St. Joseph River
The depth here you can't see well. It was an edge to the bank. It fell about 12 feet forward into the river and about 12 feet down. I won't bother going into the math to find the hypotenuse of the right triangle.
I found a lone, mostly hidden face in a birdhouse. "You can't see me", I believe is the message I was to get.
In Shoaff Park, I took the uncleared river path that was narrow, steep, full of thickets. Here is an example.
What I don't have is a clear picture of reeds that appear to be "bamboo" that I listed as straw in an earlier post, as runoff material likely from fields. Bamboo from Indiana? Who knew?
Pink and lovely now will burst forth into white-pink blossoms, then stay green until fall.
Ah, a human-made shanty lean-to. I wonder how many squatters reside there?
St. Joseph River at the bank. I later saw two speedboats with riders.
I nearly didn't leave, for as you can see my shoes sank like quicksand into the mud.
small pond at Shoaff Park that meets the pavilion and the lot linking to the children's playsets.
an old school that is closed but seemed to be used as an art studio by someone
it is on 100 N. near Ossian, IN
Tinman in Ossian ... OK, he is a sheet metal man for an AC business, but still odd.
old fugal grwoth in Fogwell Forest, IN part of Acres Land Trust
peel apart tree, not a banana, in Fogwell Forest
along a scant trail from Fogwell Forest to a private residence of horse owners, this anthill was 24-30 inches wide
Fogwell Forest is green and alive, but mostly quiet when I went. The mosquitoes were not pestering me ...
yet.

OUT

I got out some aggression. I have a bit more. While my more tangible demon is out, there is still the fire left behind -- stress and curious wonder with the destruction it left behind. The "thing" I mentioned in F' Off is still a problem, though not as "close". I'm not sure that I need to kill it, I just wish it would fade away -- dying from Earth and memory.

Marked down

It's a shame when I read Lio by Mark Tatulli that I reasonably infer that he is denounced for his characters' rude behaviors. If that is the case, the protesting group must not have ever read or protested Calvin & Hobbs, Far Side, Opus, Doonsbury, et. al. I wonder if those same people ever read or protested those cartoons? The same might be reasonably remarked about Shrek.

I like his work. Heart of the City smacks of allusions more relevant to my generation including Indiana Jones, Star Wars, Star Trek, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the Reagan years.

99.9999 percent of the antics of Lio cannot be duplicated. Is there a child who can put together a 50' robot that terrorizes the town? There are far fetched battle dramatics between a strange boy and his interest, an equally strange girl who will have nothing to do with him. Generally, Lio spend his time in working on his next great adventure or is kind to even the disenchanted "monsters" of many fears -- those that lurk under the bed.

So, whether the persons protesting are editors or readers, shove off and let interested readers be delighted in with his endeavors.

Say no more!

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random thought

Hey, Kang. They are praising us finally.

Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
have this wish I wish tonight.

No, Kodos. You're stupid, they think we are a star.

aliens randomly assume they are worshiped.

raccoons sing

I went out for a walk tonight, making walk number three putting me near the 10 (+, -) mile mark. In the course of my walking I found a road I've never traveled. At the end of it is a junkyard. No interest there, but ... there were many raccoons purring and making noises. If I were to guess, I would make 20, but I'm sure there weren't that many. Anyway, while it was a nice cool night, it was otherwise lackluster.

eww, don't go there!

Uh, I think I'll use the next one.

Just an FYI, this bathroom was not presently in use. I was in an outside location that had not "opened for the season". I would not and will not tote a camera into a restroom to do shots.

Blecht!

picture message

hmmm, sparkling freshness

real job?

another line that just didn't work, but

by golly it had great potential. I explained that I had an emergency ... need, but my plan didn't quite work. Emergency detour for 69 as posted.

missed by that much

I was going to have Pennsylvania, but ... I missed it by this much!+

+ think Get Smart

f' off

There is a person in my life ... would rather he wasn't around. May this life hold a Hell for him before he dies and experiences the real thing.

4 sale

house for sale, unappealing

pitch

I've been grumbling about many things. It's much like the old, bitching me. I then, after hours of walking, came across a truism. I am loved. I have much! I have the chance and ability to love others. I do love others.

It was a wild pitch ... grounding curve fast ball, yet ... I hit it. I got it. The ball is in flight. I don't see a homer, (doh!), but do see a possible double. God threw an idea to me and I got it!

cranky

many things line the roads, streets, roads ... muck, trash and stuff. One strange thing, a crushed handle -- crank to nothing. It's not crank, the drug, for that would have been snatched up like candy -- I think.

While some animals don't mind the interloping human, some critters get feisty. Generally the older squirrels look on humans with mild disdain for they drive the road and honk at squirrels to hurry while they would rather stand in the road and do nothing.

Not surprising, small dogs are the fiercest while older, larger dogs are either docile or disinterested in the aggressive game. I walked down an old road spying a house, interesting design. I never got to the end of the street for a lone dog was on a porch. I thought ... leash, but it had none.

Hmm ... it probably wasn't used to too many walkers in this area, so I wondered ... walk forward, back, hmmm. My actions were decided for me for she noiselessly glided across the lawn with some lumbering. There she was. I put down my camera allowing her to smell me, make a choice. She moved forward and at my scratch of her back -- uh.

She responded like an overburdened pack animal suddenly unloaded -- free of anything on her sore back. She was shedding and it clumped off in wads. She first had her head pushed into my chest, then tipped over so that I could rub her belly and chest equally. I lightly brushed fur from her eyes. I left her and she slowly walked back to the porch. She was in need of a bath -- days of dirt and skin oils, dry fur told her need for cleaning.

I heard more angry dog voices later. An old man with an older grass-cutting tractor slowed traffic. Remember the title, "cranky"? They were none-too pleased with the slowness of his short 4 house trip to his over-filled shed garage. A man mowing a church's lawn stopped his engine so that I could pass without getting tarred and feathered, grass style. How kind was that? I thanked him.

I was later at Foster Park and there was a couple of people behind me that I wanted to slap silly. Nearly telling everyone plainly, "We are so obnoxious! We want everyone to look at us! We are loud and crude. It doesn't matter if there are golfers nearby. We will be loud and one-third of our language profanity!" While this might have been nearly courtesy, instead, they were perhaps too stupid to notice their own inconsiderate behaviors. While the most of the people on the track were walking, quietly or talking to each other in quieted tones -- these three were, well, unlikeable. Now I was cranky.

Apart from the stank and stink of tobacco, my trip was nice. Foster Park hosting many walks of families of many ages. Some people in desperate need of walking were in their cars listening to music. I guess seeing flowers from a car seat is just as good, right? I guess moving your butt to change the CD track is like walking.

Why go there if you don't ever leave your car on a rainless day with a lovely sun, breeze, the smell of fresh new life?

Barbie ....

sorry, one photo in the last collection was Barbie. Rather than soil the collection, I'll note that I found it starkly ironic that near a middle school drive, I found this discarded Barbie. From my experience with kids ... it is equally likely that she was accidentally pitched with regular play in a car seat. She might also have been thrown in the curious flight ability of Barbie. Of course, unlike a boomerang, she didn't fly back.

why walk at all?

All courtesy of Allen County in Indiana. Some is from Foster Park, others from scatterred locations along roads. More to come, I assure you.















This was from a 15 mile day. Wow ... legs weren't tired, but my shoes hurt my feet. It's time for new ones, I think seriously.