doses of bizare

Acid Keg
Creatures in My Head
Cowpunch (raunchy)

job posting

Company: Northeastern Center Inc Location: US-IN-Fort Wayne Base Pay: N/A Employee Type: Full-Time Employee Industry: Social Services Manages Others: no

Job Type: Health Care Professional Services Req'd Education: None Req'd Experience: Not Specified Req'd Travel: Not Specified Relocation Covered: No

____________________

Professional

CHILD & ADOLESCENT
services is seeking a case manager to work in Steuben County Northeastern Center. Potential candidate will work with special needs children and their families assisting them in acquiring and maintaining necessary skills to remain in tack as a family. Bachelors degree required. Excellent benefit package. Send resume to Northeastern Excellent Benefits and competitive salary.

Send resume to: Human Resources
Dept ## P.O. Box ###, someplace, IN #####. EOE

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"in tack?"

Perhaps what job needs filled is the person sending and typing these request. I would have thought about it, until I saw that in tack isn't intact.

Jumping ship

I jumped ship (left teaching) and found myself in a sea of bad jobs. I don't want any of them. Interestingly enough, pursuing advertising is more difficult than I thought. There is "diddly squat" here, so I'll either have to move or skip that idea and find some other dull employment --- more likely, rather than diving lower hoping to find air.

Accent, schmacksent; I'm a SOB

I was asked from where I had my accent. I don't have an accent, but instead, I speak proper English, as for that I am marked as a foreigner. The most telling word, "water", pronounced with two syllables. No one, and I mean no one here says the word separated by syllables, but raher by hushed grunts, "wa(hushed "t")r" in one syllable. Moreover, general speaking they are left with wonder -- "I can't quite place it" is the common phrase.

Then how come you have an accent, how come?
Accent? That isn't an accent; those are correctly spoken words.
You were naughty to make me think you were a foreigner. I will have to punish you good.

--- paraphrased an adapted from Bugs Bunny's first adventure with the abomidable snowman; this scene with is Daffy Duck.

Kasey looks at camera

Kasey looks at camera
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Kasey, aka Houdini loves to escape from her prison yard. She was out Sunday (July 9, 2006) and saw the folks on their way to church. According to the folks, she looked happy and seemed to recognize them as they drove by.

Ha ha, grinned the escapee as she wandered still more.

Italy wins France loses

Quite frankly my dear, I don't give a d***! I would like to say that had this been US football ... timeouts -- challenge and yadda yadda yadda would have meant 2 minutes extra before they announced the same verdict.

I don't like France's government's stances on many things, but hold no hostility toward athetes or citizens. This being said, if a country spends much of its time voicing that it doesn't like another country -- well, chances are some error is within. Much of France refuses to have a Christmas tree -- a Germanic English King's tradion, but anything Germanic is bad, as they had the tamerity to invade France twice, supplemented by Belgum's non-interference stance. "Pork away pal!"


Since German was a nice wall between Communist Russia and France, I would have thought that France would have admired Germany for putting up with the wall, good fences make good neighbors (HA)!

Anyway ... soccer -- long, slow, not the best spectator sport, much like darts, pool, poker, dominoes, golf, bowling ... either you're playing them or you're not. They aren't really fun to watch. Let's examine baseball.

There's a 7th inning stretch to remind you that you haven't fallen asleep at home. I could not sit through a whole baseball game. Hours, hours, hours ... 4th inning? Hours, hours, hours, 2 more innings.... They sell a lot of food and drink because it's hot, it's a long game, it moves at slug speed. Fights are appreciated sometimes because you find that your eyes aren't on pause.

What you get

is sometimes what you plant. I was -- yeuck -- weeding today. I like roses and some other plants. I discovered that clover is ridiculously common.

When birds eat millet and sunflower seeds, you get the same, every-frigging-where. Sunflower plants, millet, ivy --- what a mess. Do you know why people pay gardeners? They pay gardeners because it is an unlikable job.

Impacts some, but not me

makes marks of fatalities during Iraq war. If you watch the simulation, dots mark on days 3+years worth, ending on May 22, 2006 -- obviously a little out of date. Intriguing here are months of greater fatalities: Spring and Fall months show greater levels. Looking at the map, one would wonder why there are faltalities in Kuwait. If this is so, it would stand to reason that these are all fatalities and some non-combatant related. I guess this is to enrage or engage those already in a mindset against the war. I'm not happy with it, nor what seems to be a slow progress, but this doesn't influence me to go on a soap box protesting the war.

I'm never given a clear understanding of how it is there, as there are no impartial news agencies. I suspect that it's difficult, but that there is progress. Most of the US troops don't speak Farsi, so I believe that there is a language barrier as well as the clear culture barrier. The war effort there is halting, with still struggles to put down those attacking police and infastructure. I can only guess that for some, the US (or unified troops) are met with mixed emtions, happy that one regime is done, but worried about imperialism -- all too common in the 20th century. I think, naturally with doubt, the question is: will things be better?

With that doubt ... you aren't sure whether to accept the change, the liberation and help put down the distractors, or should you hedge your bet and let the unified troops work and let the "insurgant" force do damage as well. It certainly won't be a fast transition. The number of fatalities, as MR will undoubtedly note, are small and lower than any other previous large-scale military commitment that has been seen before. While these are the case, the US citizens are still on the fence on the war, in that they aren't spitting on soldiers, they mostly aren't picketing the Bush residences or ranches; but aren't making any action really.

Congress approved of it, then when things went sour -- backpeddled like circus clowns trying to deny they were there, their tire tracks (signing of papers) belied their claims. The media has two camps, one for, one against, but most somewhere in the middle, hoping to get out quickly, not admitting any fault, but egear to take credit.

I find it interesting only, that sentiment can be shown in the way that while underemployment has increased, the number of recruits into the armed forces isn't off-setting the number of persons dislocated by company shifts (manufacturing -- GM, Ford; communication -- AT&T, Worldcom; Energy -- Enron). Instead of jumping into benefits of US military -- now you can recruit up to age 42, they prefer to "stay here and not get involved"*

If they want people to join the military, I think that, while the assumption of seeing combat is daunting, I think the greater worry is what do you get when you sign up for it? Do you get a nice package that can be rolled over into a 401K or no load IRA with competent advice? Will you get medical or other assistance upon completion and discharge? Do you get slush money, so when you're done, you can buy a house and do whatever you want without having to worry about them calling, saying ... uh, could you come back for another few weeks (months) ... gee, we're sorry that it's lasting longer than we said.

If you read paragraph 435, section AB2, clause 3; you'll note there was not defined money for this portion of discharge, so that no dollar figure was mentioned, there is a process time of disolution of time-equity of time served, with apportioned budgetary numbers posted threes after fiscal year, influenced by rank and time period to achieve... ergo: you ain't gettin' your money now -- don't call us, we'll call you. Thanks for playing!

* Star Wars, New Hope (supposedly said of Aniken Skywalker -- baldface lie; expected statement of Uncle Owen who might have remembered Aniken's tenative psychological breakdown -- later becoming Darth Vader)

Followers Chart

I never knew, until I read this courtesy of I-am-bored.com, that there were some Norse gods still being worshiped. Now, I know that I the flat-Earthers are small in number, but this Norse-gods thing is larger than I thought. I also found the compounded list a bit light ... including some affiliations with < 500,000 members. I suppose that some of the other societies/groups are either selectively secret or too difficult to research. There were, of course, the branch-Davidians and other Neo-Nazi mostly-atheists, Whicka, and yet others.

Of the list ... bar none; the scientologists are indubidably the wackest and extreme. If you haven't read Dianetics, do. It is an interesting read for a while. Until you actually process the words that you're reading, like fetal feelings (4 months in womb) can cause lifelong trauma unless otherwise addressed. Okay. How would you discover that it happened in the womb, what it was and why you felt that way. I suppose conventional psycho-therapy would work, but uh ... I'm not buying it.

I suppose ... yes, there are wackier groups, but this would has wonderful showcase individuals that make them look nice and crazy like, John Travolta, Tom Cruise, that brought to light the beyond-bizzare rituals inherent in the system. Help, help, Katie's being oppressed!

unlike the comics

What Jimmy Johnson from Arlo and Janis writes, I believe that it takes more than a week to finish up with people's joy of blowing up air for noise.*

I hear them in the morning, evening, afternoon, noon, night ... last night was a 8 minute "finale'" as it were, with mid-range clusters with no quiet periods between firings. Please, please, please ... just take a break from them ... a week off. Armistice week or something!



* cartoon from July 9, 2006 No offense intended to Jimmy Johnson, only that one week is wishful thinking

A&E documentary

I didn't watch all of it, as it was undoubtedly a drawn-out story, but there was a story of a girl who was a teen heroin addict and she was diabetic. Reportedly she had a babysitter who molested her. Throughout the documentary they flashed some stats -- like 2/3 of girls who are molested become drug addicts as adults. She also had stress in that the parents' relationship was collapsing later, with yelling, battling, possible separation, yielding stress.

Since the molester was in the adults' employ, I would have had the following scenario: I would offer the boy to either kill himself or then understand that I would kill him slowly over a long period of time; say, like Se7en or something of that nature Dr. Phibes. I think that isn't too unfair, even sporting of me, allowing the man to kill himself rather than outright make a decision for him.

I'm going crazy as fast as I can

I've noticed that my rantings are lessening.  I am, at times, more coherant in my writings.  I don't know why!  I'll will try to be madder, quicker, longer, better.

Even curious (er)

For what was this site looking? I have a site meter, and unless it glitched -- this blogger sought my page for something, but ... I don't get it! If you figure it out ... let me know!

North Korean plan

Thankfully, not part of a series.

 

If North Korea continues to build nuclear missiles and sells them, the US should buy the missiles through a third party, then place them at the border of South Korea, pointing North, insisting that, "You really should be careful and choosy to whom you sell the weapons.  I mean, any mad man could buy them and fire them (hint, hint, nudge, nudge)  Say no more!"  I think that might send home the message that indiscriminately selling weapons that they are supposed to have is dangerous.

leaning which way?

a bit more to the left, no a bit more to the right ... back up, some more ... some more

oh, skip it!
This place found my page, but to what use, I do not know.

Why did I get a card from them?

Welcome to your Indiana Statewide Voter Registration System (SVRS) public voting information site of the FirstTuesday application. For the first time in Indiana's election history, there is now one electronic database simultaneously linking all of Indiana's 92 county's voter registration records. The system is also linked to the Indiana Bureau of Motor Vehicles database and the Social Security Administration database to help verify voter registration records. Links to the Indiana Department of Health and Department of Correction will assist local election officials in their efforts to remove deceased and incarcerated voters. The SVRS will help election officials fight election fraud by keeping the voter rolls current and accurate. In addition to a cleaner, more accurate list, this public portal site will provide Hoosiers with an additional resource to validate their own registration status, polling place location, and provisional ballot status information.
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Look, I know I didn't vote during the primaries ... for shame! I had an escpecially busy day, which is no excuse, but why bug me with this? Now, what I need is an unbiased look and docier of the candidates. Sadly, each writer puts a slant making each so-called biography of the candidate leaning or zig-zagged -- together with all slants appearing as a cubism exhibit or Charlie Brown's T-shirt.

I'd like to vote smart, not just vote.

smoke

After years of obviousness, the government has found in it's study that second-hand smoke is equally dangerous as first-hand smoke, in chemistry and absorbability. Really? So, the dangerous smoke that people are taking into their lungs is cancer-causing, super dangerous and it coming from the end of the cigarette and coming from the lungs of a smoker are dangerous? Wow! Yeah, I understand you needing to study that, to make sure.

Morons, or "Get a brain you morans!"*

*from poster of hillbilly redneck protester

Coffee run stopped short

library
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

MR got hosed again trying to quickly grab a cup of coffee at a library vending machine. They are conspiring against him, no doubt. What's strange here, not that they are closed, but why he chose to visit this one, as the library closest to him is 4.2 minutes (with traffic) from his house. It must be that they don't have coffee vending machines yet. The last time I was there, they were without. They have a miniscule vestibule, with a payphone; that's it. Within the Aboite library there are rooms for reservation, but I don't remember any soda machines or coffee machines. I suppose that's due to it's structure (no room to install them) and that there are three coffee shops within 3 minutes of the library. Why bother, eh?

What I also like about this shot is that MR seems to have a big head (from the shadow), but the sign isn't that large and in the refelction you can see the phone, the hand, then that the head-shape is really him, standing slightly to the side, right foot forward -- dark shirt. Lighting indicates he was at the front entrance, also logically faster access to coffee.

No coffee for you! They do have reasonable coffee, albeit hotter than you could drink immediately, for $1. That puts Starbucks to shame -- wreched fools!

The folks mentioned that they bought starbucks juice-tea at Starbucks and paid $3.50 for 8 oz, with ice --> less than 4 oz of liquid. Bite me! I will not send money Starbucks.

That's a nice little coffe. I don't know that it's worth $7, but that's good coffee. Much like Pulp Fiction's $5 milkshake.

Carry out

I went to a "new" drive through place today and ordered a fish sandwich. The sandwich was okay, but what was remarkable was the girl at the window. She was missing a front tooth (right central incisor, but it gave her a childish innocence that reminded me more of the Wendy's girl. I don't know why it struck me so odd, but it did. Perhaps I saw that so often in school with kids losing and gaining teeth in rapid succession.

Anyway ... they got my order right, no tartar sauce. The other sandwiches that were in the order got inflated with mayo. When I use the term inflated, I mean, taller from the layer (s) of gooey, nasty mayo. Yuck! I know that I once liked it, but oh my word! That was gross and more than I ever would put on a sandwich. Yuck!

-- from my pic caption of Monkeyjack at Burger King drive through:
Yo -- please get my order wrong.
I'll order the extra spicy and not get it. I'd also like you to disregard my request for no tartar sauce. Thanks!

Packaging

Consumer Reports has a category dubbed Cocoon Award, for most wasteful packaging. While this is timid in contrast to others they have presented, it is comparable with the lower end of wastefulness. The vitamin bottles were also filled with packing. What gives here? Perhaps it was the smallest box they had?

Habanero Doritos

Habanero Doritos
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

If you haven't tried these, please do, then immediately seek medical attention. They aren't hot at first, but golly -- they are a wicked batch of sizzle. I would eat some, then forget how how they were -- ouch! This picture is actually rare, in that they generally spontaneously combust, burning bag and all. They are too hot to be called Doritos.

When I photographed this, I was thinking of the mistake I made when I bought the one bag a while ago. "Kal El, do not intervene with human history!"

As I was checking out, a manager walked by and dropped the [next picture] package of hot cheese to me in celebration of the store's completed remodeling. I geuss he thought it was hot?

"It's burning holes in me! It's burning holes in me!" *


* obscure quote from less-famous Daffy Duck cartoon where he visits Mexico

Cute

While I haven't started an account, I can't post on the blog -- these are cute photos! Nice work K & L!

car vs van

I borrowed my father's van, as my car is possibly going to die. I didn't really want to be an hour from anyone when it chose to die , so I drove the van. I never tracked my gas mileage on my car, but yikes! What I could do in my car for $10, I did in the van for $30. My car gets better gas mileage than I thought! I don't want to lose the gas mileage, but the next car won't be that one. I'm hoping for something in the middle of that. Confortable, AC, style is unimportant.

Gas

It's not just expensive ... it's damn expensive now. Gee! They're cripin' about the price, but not driving less. Hmmm. I think we should raise it again. Soon, we'll find that equilibrium, where the consumption doesn't lower and our price doesn't lower, yielding maximum profit. We'll just say some political jargon and claim complex algorithms ... that'll do it.

That's right boys and girls ... and it aint' gettin' any cheaper from now on

Someone's wish upon a star came true

Well, I, at least, was wrong.  Ken Lay did have a heart.
Now, more nasty humor:
Ken lays dead (Ken Lay's dead),
His money outlived him,
awaiting sentencing in his vacation home -- his vacation time ran out,
serving 20 years was too long of a sentence,
"...no indication that he had suffered any adverse health effects", well, that is except for his death.
Ken can now generally be found, just lying around

+ link was chosen based on 1st in listing on Google ... no preference

Donald Duck doing calculations

Donald Duck doing calculations
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Hey ... it's me in Calculus after not caring for a long time.

Do what? Man am I sleepy with all of that talk!

Finally obtained

Donald in Mathmagicland -- so long ago, I saw it when I was .... gracious, I'm old.

my sentiments

Frazz by Jef Mallett

7/5/06

http://www.comics.com/comics/frazz/

courtesy of "FW"

I got a cellphone pic from MR while driving home. It was, comically, the pic I sent him last year of a fountain of sparks with, "They're using artillery on us". Thanks for the memories!

Red rocket's glare

myriad of colors
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Well, the rain in the morning and early afternoon held a cloud of doubt whether there would be fireworks, but the sun and clear night prevailed -- explosions everyone! My folks and I went to my sister’s house. After a while, my sister came up from sewing with Mum and asked that Father make the pork ribs (pre-cooked). My Mom doesn't like her ribs sloppy and gooey like most people, so Father was light on the sauce. I ate fish (shrimp) as other meat is unappealing to me (smell).

One of the my family cooked a communal dessert -- a pizza pan size cookie with super sweet frosting and fruit topping. Later, everyone got more sugar with ice cream.

My nieces were happy about firing rockets and fireworks; no longer relegated to spectators alone. Despite her best efforts, one niece couldn't light a pair of rockets to fire simultaneously.

Father bought a fair amount of fireworks. The girls like the parachute type, but many failed to eject from their rocket and plummeted to the rocket cooking the chute. Angel tried to get into the mix of things by having her face right in the fireworks. She also rolled in the blackened grass, for dog reasons humans cannot fathom.

The girls disliked the Roman candles as they were limited in number of shells and the speed at which they fired. I tried to speed up things by lighting a series, but each burst blew out the lighter he was using to light the others. Typical of me -- a couple tipped over sending pellets horizontally through the grass. No one was hurt.

For a finale', the girls like the mortar shells. We tried to get three to fire at once, but that never happened. My older niece was able to ignite me with fiery debris and my other niece’s oddly exploded in the firing tube rather than launch out then explode. My older niece was also able to light me on fire a bit, though I was not really hurt.

Neighbors all around had thunderous quake fireworks sounding more like artillery and cluster bombs than real fireworks. Others still, had neat low trajectory shells that wee lovely to watch.

One big no no I did was not using fire, which some might believe was the greater sin or danger, but rather assuming. I assumed that the tubes were stand erect, but was wrong. I did, however show reckless disregard and held a couple Roman candles, directing their shots. Should a person do this --- no, but others do. They are, in fact, constructed a shielded in such a way that they is possible and the thump and fuse burning can be felt through the tube.

Huh?

Leroy & Stitch, from Disney [synopsis courtesy of Netflix]:

 

After rounding up all 625 of Dr. Jumba Jookiba's genetically engineered experiments, Lilo, Stitch, Pleakley and Jumba are enjoying separate vacations in the far-flung corners of outer space. But when the evil Dr. Hamsterviel forces Jumba to create Stitch's evil twin -- a creature he dubs Leroy -- and uses it to clone a mesmerizing army of fake Stitches, it's up to Lilo to reunite the gang and save the day.

 

Excuse me, did you write; evil twin?  If memeory serves me right on the original, Stitch was genetically designed for madness, destruction, and evil applications.  How can you have an evil twin of evil?

Bad day for dogs

My neighbor's dogs are aching to get into the house. The noise, the stink, the fog in my front yard from the thousands of mortar shells and fireworks fired and it isn't July 4th yet! Please, be kind today and this week ... bring in your dog, protect their ears --- poor companions, punished this time of year.

Flaming Balls -- Bad Ass

Flaming Balls -- Bad Ass
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I'd say if you had flaming balls, you wouldn't have hairy ass ... flaming.

Okay ... flaming, as in --- fag or on fire? I don't know about you, but I don't want to buy, hold, handle, or own flaming balls either gay or on fire. Shells for ass ... yikes!

Anyway ... conservative Indiana lifted a ban on C4 explosives and so we will have a fire-ridden 1st year of incindiary fun. I will have hoses in case the neighbors land firey rockets on the roof, they never care what time of night they fire them ... doubtful they'd have concern for their fire potential.

Bug out

or in ... depending on perspective
pestfast instead of breakfast; move over raisins, the beetles invade America
slimy, yet satisfying or awakening to How to Eat Fried Worms and other stuff that Baloo, Timone, Pumba aren't afraid to eat ... watch out for those American Cockroaches --- populate quickly, but oh so nasty.

Cider with boweavil spice, how nice

and rob it!

passing thought from a man with evil intent --- That's the 8:16.  I gotta catch that train ... and rob it!  (as if you weren't capable of doing anything about it)

 

I traveled with my father today so he could buy fireworks.  Oh boy!  I'm no longer a big fan of fireworks or at least my home display, for I'd rather do a circus show -- well planned with a floor (3-ring) show with high wire (rockets & mortors) to also captivate, people running around lighting the fuses and the dog chasing the sparks would make for the clowns.

 

I almost feel gipped when I see my own display, meager sampling; left with a broken wand, some jacks and magic corn -- enabling reindeer to fly.

recyling old jokes

Every now and then, in some bad situation -- though thoughts of escape come to mind -- you think, then MR states, "... it could be raining"* in response to your unasked qeustion of, "how could it be worse".  Then later timidly  spoken -- "Death ... by anga-banga!"+

 

 

* conversation from Young Frankenstein, WB

+ from rude joke

I'd rather be working

Much like the horse's, "I will work harder" * fulfilling the pig's regime's Stalinistic/Communist agenda; I volunteer this honestly about myself. I would rather be working than working on getting work and putting together my flaky resume. Cripes, what a stinker! If only there was a video dating-esque way of talking and showing who you were so you could prostitute yourself off to a good company for reasonable pay, hours, benefits.




* George Orwell's Animal Farm

dumb; dumb dumb; dumb dumb; dumb dumb

like a burrow's whiny -- or dumb ass
It needed to be done, but it wasn't smart to cut large branches/limbs without a spooter and without assurance that they wouldn't fall wrong and snap wires. God was with me and no wires were harmed. It was also dumb to run through a stream with old leaky shoes. On my travels to and from Indy: when the speed limit is 70 drivers going 60 is dumb; speeding in a Ferarri on the highway -- dumb as they will get you and impound your car -- what fools! Also -- expecting my brother to change his nature -- dumb -- got burnt a bit this weekend, because I forgot and had stupid expectations.

Children

Thanks to Vic Lee of Pardon My Planet for the term, "... raise them free range" in regards to how to raise children.

 

I have written many times about the virtues of raising children and the difference between fathering and child and siring a child or its corollary, mothering and bearing a child.  In my expereince, most children are raised, but notably the ones not raised are the more memeorable ones, some of whom might make it to adulthood, which is scary for any rational person.  A long-ago co-worker once remarked, "You are emancipated", after watching the so-called adult parents laize-faire attitude with their children entering the store.  The "adults" seemed to not care if the children ran amock and pillaged, ransacked, and in all other ways destroyed the store.  The adults would get a token item or rental for the kids and four times that for themselves -- often with drug smells on them (alcohol / pot), but not always.  Drugs were independant to their being bad role models and seemingly bad parents -- doing nothing to direct their children.

Thanks to Earthlink & Brightmail

My spam is now under 500 ... thanks! Perhaps they are giving up?

If you go chasing rabbits

LSD by Honda ... wow, trippy, insane and odd --- Q-Bert Mario in Wonderland

lost fools

This morning there was a truck, with four or five people.  It was a ciity truck, whose passengers were going up and down the street looking in trashcans.  I'm heard of and seen curb shoppers but what in the world were they doing?  Together, I think they made one mind and I don't mean in ideal or direction but rather mentality.

Dis-association

In accounting for missing time, one wonders if there is a disassociative basis for the absence or lack of accountability for living time. In a smaller scale this can be demonstrated in a neural pathway limitation -- making little/no strong pathways to the event, all of life's events are stored, but to varying degrees of retrivability. A chemical change can bring about an even stranger existence in that actions by be controlled by a person, but not registered as related to that person. In other words: a person can walk across the room, but in some level on consciousness never associate that with his/her own actions, in that s/he popped from location to location. Moreover, the frontal lobes and parietal regions try hard to reason out what happened, so the person might believe that s/he was carried to the other location or for lack of any real understanding of the change of locations, may dismiss it entirely; striking it from retrievable memory.

The acting part of the mind responsible for moving the person may make no strong pathways (memory) of the event as it was out of the ordinary.

Now: take an event where the mind would naturally protect itself from harm -- intense/severe psychological harm in the context that one or more of the actions of a person fit this category. For example:

John Doe is acting in a rational way, doing the commonplace, while on a separate level he is calculating other actions or doing other actions (different than phantom limb). John's other actions are rooted in satisfying unmet wants/needs that won't be met by the other level of thinking. Similar to not using profanity in certain places because it behooves you to change or maintain a different vernacular. Level two's actions become so severe that John must block out what has happened. Now, shutting down level two leaves level one to sift through the mess and rationalize and reason what is there. This may be then related to John and thererefore be too severe to reason and level one shuts down as well. This action may lead to a level three disassociated incompletely or completely from the other levels. Level two -- as it were, may never again be retrievable in non-clinical attempts. The dissociation is complete then, in that John has acted, but may not relate those actions to himself directly or at all.

The third level then carries on where the other two levels have thereafter slept. The accountability of the actions is important in that may typical actions may be directly associated with the severe act. If the act involves driving; like running over a person, John may have difficulty driving thereafter, as part of the shutting down involves driving. No level of re-training may work. Other, more mundane tasks may also be affected such as talking, eating, walking.

In the retrieving and re-integration of information waking the levels of thinking is the greatest difficulty, in that generally the mind casts up this abrasions, never again checking their healing -- CT scans may even show low levels of use despite its need to be accessed.

Chemical prompts and goading lead to some better, or at least prompt results. Medically speaking, resurging of memories has exhibitions of violence, much like kicking of shins, reactionary on a non-cognitive level. This rejoining is a long process but in continual therapy the reactions are less severe each time until there is a merging of previously disassociated regions of memory.

Multiple personality, different than the aforementioned disassociation, is closer to hemispherectory in that the aflicted may keep all regions of the brain intact -- capable of wrting, reading, speaking all equivilent to each other, with the exception of a drawback -- generally the frontal lobes are rationed out to serve for personality storage. In this case, Mr. Happy may have a larger apartment than Mr. Sad, on the same floor. While Mr. Sad may have happy moments, it is Mr. Happy who has the bulk of this personality -- emtional drive. Fight-or-flight actions may be attributed to all personalies as it is based on other areas of the brain.

Therapy for this situation must be matched with chemistry and clinical talking therapy. Generally, the longer the separation of the personalities, the more difficult the separation, in that the neural pathways are stronger separated than at junctions. In this, the emtional processing and storage, other brain regions may become less-developed while the frontal lobes are more rigidly used -- saving the person from fusion or psychological death from the merging of the personalities.

Why bad television sells

I believe that some people might respond to terrible shows with, "this is horse[crap]!" Right! I agree that it is indeed terrible, smelly, rotting, but doesn't horse manure sell? So does bullcrap. No wonder why bad TV sells well ... it helps fertilize the easily placated minds, bad simple fiction like romance novels with a shiny "sexy" cover with a diatribe of sex dribble met with Matel(R) dialogue of equally plastic characters doing movements with unbendable limbs. The people are "pretty" but really unrealistic in unrealistic sets in unrealistic lives. When can you life or cry -- listen to the sound, be it music or laughtrack. It was long assumed that the audience at places were really enjoying the show, until you find that at times "audience" response light goes on and you are prompted to laugh or respond to the stimuli; "awws ... oohs", or righteous shouting like on Jerry Springer . Springer and the like are different in that they pool an audience together that collectively has little personality and an aggregate IQ of say --- 98.

Viewers can join the mob mentality (media plays on this well) and feed off the inflamatory images and sounds; not unlike "wrestling" be that WWE or WWF or any other combination of letters, the acronyms long since forgotten. It directs people when to feel, what to feel, eliminating any need for thinking. It works simply by "thinking" for the viewer, enabling it to burn less energy than sleeping*.

* scientific prediction and fact, based on average person for 8-hour sleep cycle.

Obesia Nervosa

A condtion where to combat psychological lows, a person eats vast amounts of food; either binging or non-binging to achieve: a metabolic rise in hormonal levels normalizing moods and partly self-destructive with suicidal affect (emtional expression).

language

What language do I speak?  I speak and write disassembly language.  I disassemble things, patch them together for a more, or at least at the time, useful term or vernacular.  I can speak true English and write effetive English, but generally I write faster with my neologism-lect of my own use/creation.  While not scizophrenic, many people patch together, usually in haste or mild confusion (status from diet, rest, electrolyte balance), some more than others.  Schiophrenics, however, see no difference and wholly embrace their new word or no meaning of the word.  In contrast to that, I often make puns that stick with me long after their use ... such as Walletbuster for Blockbuster.  I often forget the real name of the business, in this case, for me to effectively communicate about it, at least intelligently.

 

I will intentionally break apart situations and parts and more cleverly assemble them -- now, more than ever, on a pre-cognitive basis, so that I am not really thinking about it.  Doing this for so long, it seems that I am fast to the punch on some jokes and responses, but it is so long ago that my mind made interesting pathways and connections to things that are rationally or reasonably related, but contextually can be put together for humor or effect explanation.  That being the case, it is a reasoning process and not something that can be taught.  While you can learn to be a better visual learner, you cannot train or learn photographic menory.  I had a strong visual memory, in that I could read through a novel, put it down, then not remembering the page, look through the 50 page area of find the page by remembering the look of the page (shape of the paragraphs on the page).  More over, my auditory memory is fairly strong in that I can remember things of age 3 -- but I can't bring them to mind unless triggered by another stimulus.  From these trace bits and pieces, I have an odd, quirky, perhaps mad and irrational view and understanding of things, but that is my thinking.

Head & shoulders

Head & shoulders
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I took this shot while at a light. The person in question I shall call Mr. Fartsalot, as he was continually procaliming his gaseous fumes of fried food fury.

Echo and Cheyenne asleep on sofa

Echo and Cheyenne asleep on sofa
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

This is in clear violation of the No Puppies on Furniture ordiance 81.a. I found out later that this their piece of furniture and that when I slept on it, it was a point on contention.

Cheyenne here not only is a longer dog than Echo, but stretches more than Echo.

Loopy

I met the Cramers yesterday afternoon, though tired. While Charlie and Lori were resting, I was watching daytime TV -- joy of joys. The history channel had a show on the Russian "Red" Mafia, which was a repeat. I shut down and lost a complete minute, but woke with pins-poking-me pains all over me (much like a complete body sleep, not just a limb -- no circulation. I don't want to experience that again.

I fought feverishly with a car seat, then reasoned it out -- assemble "upside-down" as Monkeyjack put it. Of course ... anyone would assume to do that! I took some photos of Charlie in the car, but he was trying to shift in his car seat to avoid being photographed. He also didn't believe me when I said that we were lost on our way to daddy's work.

We got to his daddy's work and walked around. Monkeyjack showing me the new studio for photography. It's neat, complete with a high-tech camera. T seemed anxious to have the shooting right away -- all products photographed in a number of mintues -- working and finishing on Sunday if need be. Anway, we went to the Hills (Los Lomas) for dinner.

I had two margarittas -- made well and then for a second time -- was loopy, but happy, that carried through to 10:30, after which a glucose crash drained me so that the keyboard looked equally comfortable as a bed and pillow.

Rediscovering George Clinton

While researching something different, I cam across some George Clinton and the Parliment Funkadelic. Wow! How funky 70s can you get? I like their work and remember some of it, but frankly, being a white suburbanite, I was, well ... not introduced to some of it. It's great! They were credited with "Jungle Boogie", but Kool & the Gang were also credited with it. I will have to find the person(s) who were awarded with copyright.

Hitting it

I tried to avoid a speeding PT Cruiser going down the street and I did, by getting too close the side edge of the street -- POW! I hit a can. It was the city's wheel monster, thankfully empty, as it tipped over, undented.

In other unrelated news -- "It's a crackhead against a crackhead!", cackled the old woman. A drug more deadly than the other.

eBay gives me spam

I got spam today ... the only site that has my info is eBay, therefore the culprit for more spam to me is eBay. They make enough money -- what's with the spam?

Wet, sweat, smells like I've been refueling a 1950's jet

I'm tired of magazines saying that sawing is the thing ... my body's sore back!!

 

I tried to clean out the gutters -- not just a seasonal project.  On my way to completion, I noticed a large dead branch in the tree over the garage.  I got the saw and worked on cutting this 12' beast.  The two more were visible.  I cut those; 18' & 22'.

 

If you don't climb trees, I haven't often as an adult, it's much like a bike -- you don't forget.  It's like twister:  right foot in nook, left three fingers holding you in place -- sometimes; tush in hard lumpy spot, left leg touching nothing.  When you are angered it's when left ankle 20 degrees -- ouch!  right arm 182 degrees -- ouch.

 

I finished bruised, but okay, sweaty as a marathon runner -- pew!  I sawed the things into small chunks filling the large wheeled city can and another can.  I was lucky no injuries from falling.  Hey!  It's a miracle.

 

Next up, some other projects:  paint hallway and one very large room.

 

I moved someone this year, will likely move another person this year (as per normal -- apart from myself), and have some last minute notice project with no planning involved.

Some one else's photos

Transkei2003 024
Originally uploaded by Jeanne Louw.

on flickr ...

Jane! Who's flying this crazy thing?!

I see pilot stripes, but no pilot, copter heading toward water and some silly photographer taking to get it on film.

Also in this set (from person I don't know) is a beached ship.

Spam dropping

Thanks to brightmail and earthlink -- my spam levels are dropping. It's like a sickness -- or acid levels, lessening acid reflux -- less burn and less to make you feel the pain.

I hope that, with everyone's effort, there can be a global spam in a can.

$44 buys warnings

I renewed my Consumer Reports 18 months ago for $44 and this month's issue is very helpful, especially about car insurance.  There is a link that some companies use being your credit record/score and your driving record, sometimes irrespective of age.  It is well worth the read ... secondary is the article about Salmon.

scores of scars

scratches and marks on the skin -- no, not me -- the dogs, as they love to tear into each other -- sometimes play, sometimes retaliation.  Anyway, Echo has some pronounced marks on his chin and muzzle and ear.  Cheynne has some scratch marks on abdomen and bite indications on her muzzle.

 

Don't in the middle of that!

Lickable wallpaper

Echo, Cheyenne and I were on a morning walk today and toward the end of the trip, there was an ivy-covered fence.  They very much enjoyed smelling and licking parts of it.  It was much like Willy Wonka's lickable wallpaper.

 

The Retriever, tastes just like retreiver; the bassett hound tastes just like bassett hound; try it; the chipmunk tastes just like chipmunk.

 

There were a few cats along the way, but they were undisturbed, thankfully.

Easter past

Easter past
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Quickly walking by this, I saw Lit Cripsy.

What is "lit cripsy" -- hey, he's toasted and baked? What are they trying to sell here?

It's really, clearly Lil' Crispy, but not when you're in a hurry.

The cat who wasn't breakfast

During the morning walk today, there was a cat in his lawn.  He was black, bold and not intimidated by the "ha ha to you canines" leashed dogs.  Despite their best bouncing and jumping efforts, he did not move.  He kept out of leash range -- how he knew where that was I don't know.  Echo and Cheyenne were incensed.

 

Echo's belly still makes some funky sounds, but he seems to be feeling well, getting sick last night on the blanket (thankfully not on the bed) and later at the threshold to the outside door.

 

Far cleverer, from my observations, he wore a torn toy around his neck -- like a candy necklace, chew when needed.

What is the sound of puppies sleeping?

I think is sounds like wheeze, sniff, wheeze, snore. I experienced today after a good long walk and outdoor playing. Tonight I hope to have more of that ... you know, sleepiness. They chew an dcite each other with fury. They are super silly with clump, clump -- that's one colapsing to the ground to rest. It sounds painful, but I guess isn't.

For weather today -- spots of rain, but mostly clear. Yesterday was rotten. Greekfest -- not Dave's Geekfest, started wet, will likely end wet. I'm not going to go -- there's nothing there I eat and paying $4 to park, $2 to enter then eat nothing -- raw deal, dude!

Summer days hot and furry

Echo, it seems is the curiouser of the two dogs, today tasting ants -- difficult to catch, but worth the game. The first walk we took, they didn't mark or go anywhere along the way, but the second time they wet. Well, it's something.

Last night, the puppies were battling to get to sleep, mostly battling. Chew, chomp, cry -- it is the way of things. They get grumpy every now and then, but not very often.

We walked again in the afternoon for only an hour, for they were pulling so lightly, it seemed that I might have to carry them back home -- silly dogs. Connie (aka lady vampire by Monkeyjack) was over earlier in the day to let them out. I was supposed to help my sister assemble her pool, but she didn't have time and wasn't sure on the parts, etc. Tomorrow then, maybe.

They are lovable and caught the eye of everyone we passed.

I was trying to get them to chew on weeds -- a helpful skill, but alas, only when they thought they were being naughty. I have my fears about July 4th. Some local yahoos or hillbillies perhaps were indescrietly firing fireworks. Hey, dummies! Did you know that some of those have color that you can see at night. Granted, some of them are noise makers, but others are potentially spectacular.

At this typing, Cheyenne was whining and scratching at the door to go out. Yes! Training ... it's a long battle, but it seems to have taken hold--glory be!


The above picture shows the death of a dog toy -- puppy teeth sharp as surgical tools, but are lost quickly. Two puppies working on the thing -- sheer, tear, pull, empty ... death.

It looks like the Death Star is still under construction

No stupid ... that's "We're in Deep **** Nine"!
We're not going anywhere. It's not like this has thrusters or anything like that.

That is one heck of a hood ornament!

Spam

Sir!  His spam level is lowering.

Well, raise it!

I can't!

 

Over-ride, where's the over-ride?

 

Spamming is ebbing like the tide, thankfully.

Remembering odd event

I was driving through town one year -- wow, it was years ago, perhaps, and some kids were on the sidewalks and lawns with fireworks that I saw.  As I passed by them, I heard two large "thump"s on my car.  To this day, I wonder, as they stared at my car -- passing them deftly, if they had shot the car intentionally or whether the noises were independant of the children at all.  It registered on the driver's side -- were the kids were, so naturally I assumed it was projectiles from the idiot kids.  Now ... had I been an SOB, I would have pulled off the main strip there and intimidated the family, most notably with legal recourse; in violation of city code regarding legal fireworks, fired by children under 18 unattended (more over use of fire by 10 year-olds), public menancing (intentionally striking vehicles in operation with projectiles) could lead up to possible aasault charges.  I let all of that go, thankfully, and continued to my destination.  I remember looking for indicators of damaging, but found none.

 

While driving today a, louder than new gravel, sound eminated from my driver's side and, while not attacked, and not the same, it nonetheless reminded me of the strange noise so many years ago.

For those fools wishing to disassemble his/her hard drive

hard drive
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I have the following suggestions:

1. have clean, print, oil-free gloves when handling platter
2. have small phillips screwdriver
3, have standard screwdriver (lever)
4. have large array of star screwdriver heads
5. work away from distractions

When you are done picking it apart, it makes for great art or destroyed parts - art. I dare say that I likely won't find anyone who can put together the heads to make the material available again.

Western Digital Caviar hard drive

hard drive
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I would like to thank Western Digital for making a drive that doesn't fit into a external drive conversion kit. Thank you so much! I had to spend an hour extra trying to find a way to determine whether the HD was bad or the case and circuitry. Thank you so much!

Why would you make it impossible to remove from the case without breaking the case? Why would it be different and fit a conversion kit? Note pin structure.

Western Digital, I liked your hard drives but this peeves me!

City hires fools --- news at 11

In previous posts I have mentioned the sewer being "modified". The dummies are back with some ventriloquist telling me why they returned. What in the heck is it all about? Watch me give this guy a line of bs while drinking water and eating Burger King.

Should I direct my questions to the dummy ... oh, I don't have much of a choice do I? Reynolds Inliner -- 500 days required to install this simple, cost-effective, efficient way to help old sewer lines.

I now add that another truck has arrived putting the space between them about 18". They're smart ... really smart (assed). What a waste of money, time and everything else. I feel like Leo Getz (Joe Pesci) at the drive thru.

Passing it on

Apparently my political entries and save the Earth statements have been regarded as schtupid, refreshing me in a a light-hearted way with George Carlin. Apart from the typos, there is something to be said about the trash build up and passing the problem along. Ibelieve that some have mentioned that "passing it along" didn't work many times, including with Saddam and his open defiance to resolutions. If we were to pass it along, we would be doing the same thing opposed by many with the U.N's stagnatation to Iraq, not to mention paying for the many projects we have.

Passing it on isn't really a great thing, right? I could say, hey, open up the steel mills in Pittsburgh again, it's somebody else's concern. We need that steal! Go ahead and build batteries wherever. I think only ffols believe that carbon emissions don't damage the environment.

As mentioned before, the planet rebuilds and destroys, as part of its cycle, but satellite data does indicate a growing depletion in the ozone. While the process of its depletion is being argued, encouraging its destruction through carbon emisisions is whole-heartedly stupid. There sould be the recycling of anything possible. We kill trees, lose oxygen, we either adapt or die to smaller oxygen levels and higher temperatures, greater climatic changes due to ocean changes ... and so on.

Large unrecylced plastic piles larger than the oldest trees ... lovely, nice, helpful ... or just plain stupid.

The "plastic, jerk" notwithstanding making changes now helps humans now. I don't think passing the problem solves it, in fact ... I know it doesn't.

I find it odd that scientists working for drug companies can come up with data that the drug doesn't have the side effects listed, but indepedant studies indicate there are potential problems. Would you believe the drug company investigating itself or an independant group?

The same here ... the 4 our of 5 dentists are probably right, not the one obstinant one.

Wonder of nature

yellowjacket working
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

The yellowjack, or bumblebee is very abdominally or bottom-heavy. It is indeed a wonder that these can move at all, let alone fairly fluidly, fast, and they can fly. My lead butt isn't nearly so large, but I also am not nearly so fast, festidious and helpful. I guess I could relate myself to being short-lived, worth only one sting, but would rather avoid battle than to die for a temporary fix.

Anyway, I saw this one out fluttering about the neighbor's flowers and was challenged to catch it in flight. I just wasn't quite fast enough. These are, more docile and tend to sleep during times of the day and can be petted without them provoked into attacking. Their large size makes them easier to touch and the fuzz on their bodies makes an interesting contrast to the rest of the body. They are, for insects, cute and cuddly. I do recommend not touching the head or antenne

Thanks to Lynn Johnston

I try to read many comic entries daily.  For Better or For Worse, is one such comic that I read.  Today's comic mentioned a way to toast those leaving.  A detestible person leaving receives comparable treatment save the feeling/intent.  Instead of a well-wishing, it is referred to as a prune social (feast) -- where everyone feels relieved that the person is gone.

 

That's great!  Thanks Lynn for years of great work!

I kill Hard Drives

I have killed yet another hard drive. I think that I need to pack them in bubble wrap just sitting around to ensure that they don't break apart into atoms. This one, unlike my last one (a minor break) the drive is not reading. Crud! I had all of my music on that thing! Oh, well. I have an old backup, but it isn't the same. Curse me for not buying the $50 case to transfer my music. Curse, curse, curse!!!!

In other news, I found that uploading to flickr is sketchy at best. Bugger! It's like my silly verizon phone ... dropped call. Why, it just decided to do it.

Who visits my blog?

It appears from site meter that mostly those not in the US. Many times, their blog is not in English -- interesting to read and stumble over it. Perhaps my mention of oil or politics makes it found, but what in the world?

Upsetting

has anyone else noticed a lag time between publishing and posting? For me, there's a major lag time. It is upsetting and I wind up submitting things twice.

going through photos

I finally tagged each and every uploaded picture that I had. Yikes! It took 12 hourse to do it all. I'll have more pictures (archival) soon, via the folks who will take their stacks and stacks of photos, label them and I I will scan and upload them. Many oh many, do I need a secretary ... perhaps not a Taggert, like I had mentioned before.

Rude toys, gross candy

0619060734.jpg
Originally uploaded by Cerpicio.

Cerpicio got these, uh ... treasures from his sister. Why would I encourage my child (ren) to favor these? Hey, kids! It's fun to barf, try it! It'll come in handy when you have severe flu, in that you don't worry about getting ill or the foul taste of partial and post digested food, stomach acid, and mucus stomach lining, as well as contributing to acid reflux.

Hey daddy! Thanks [burp noise -- repeated thirty thousand times]. It's a wonder if the bottoms are shattererd by annoyed parents.

BTW Cerpicio, where, did she say she got these?

Oh, and .... thanks for sharing

Changing tactics

Another day closer to comitting ... time grows short for me to take classes to re-certify my teaching license. Today I was missing a couple of things and in my attempts to find them, I disassembled more of my teaching life things, pushing me more to another field. Vocation change approaching ... probability now 92.6% and increasing.

Driveby chilling

It missed me, but Cerpicio and Paula were doing a driveby and sent me a clear message -- a picture of my car.  I didn't get it though, thanks to Verizon Wireless (decaff?).  They were looking for houses and found a couple of the claims in the fliers to be, well, laughable, like:

 

"beautifl view" of what?  All around were houses and pavement.  There weren't any trees or anything, what could they see ... oh, the barn-shaped shed.  Great!  Anyway, they spent some of Saturday house-hunting.  I hope they found some neat buys!

Phone

Hello, this is debt welcome to You Owe.

 

Hello, debt?  This is [me]; long time user, first time payer. 

 

Great.  To what do I "owe" this pleasure?

 

You see, I was kind of wondering if I could like, not be a payer anymore ... you, know, like, um ... not pay.

 

I don't follow you.

 

I'd like to um, be indebted, that's not bad, but you know, like just never really pay it off.  Could you like transfer my account to that?

 

Um, sorry.  You're telling me that you want to get more debt, spend and pay back nothing?

 

Uh, yeah!  That's just about right.  Gee, I'm glad I called.  You wouldn't believe at what I was told by others.  They just didn't understand.

 

Caller ... caller ... caller!  You can't just overspend and run into debt that you can't pay back.

 

Why not, banks and cards let me do it.

Psychadelic Flinstones

Psychadelic Flinstones
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

picture taken 6:20 pm of a Tivo'd commercial of Flinstone Cereal. It just looks a bit bizare. Regardless of its angle, it's just weird, like Al.

Secret code

Ovaltine
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Be sure to ... be sure to what? The fate of the world could hang in the balance. I had to figure out the code.

... r - i - n ....

t - i -n - e.

B-e s-u-r-e to d-rink you-r Ovaltine.
I cruddy commercial?!

Worth watching

As always, thing go awry, internet may soon be a pay-only service ... no longer the internet.

 

http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=18042

Dogs with chocolate mustaches

Spilt milk bad, right? Nope! Dogs came running and tearing through the house, tipped the table, knocked over the milk and lapped it up as quickly as possible. It was chocolate milk, so their breaths smelled of chocolate. How odd!

Flat pool

Flat pool
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.
Surveying the mess -- there was only one rational conclusion. The dogs were found wet from deflating the pool. Theis let Charlie play in the tiny pool of remaining water, getting his hair wet, while Keith was sorting out if he had more patches. This was time, he thought, number four for the pool to be bitten.

The culprits may be found here.

Blocking Drive

blocking drive
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

After a day and a half, you'd think that they would be done, everything clean, clear and finish. Well, they are "done", but the place/street smells like melted polystyreine. There's, what looks like spittle that won't evaporate and of course, the dummies took a long while to finish. Overall ... I'd say I'm not a satisfied customer. Did I get to elect for this Larry, Daryl, and Darryl group to come in? I did not!

All that work and all I got was this smelly street!

What I was missing yesterday, I got today

Noise, noise, noise. Digging, churning ... raising, lowering. Are they making progress .. who knows? I am tired of it though ... more than 8 hours and you're just screwin' around.

Help! We're being oppressed

Day 1, Day 2

House arrest?

I'm done with Iexplorer

I now get little (seven) warnings about moving to safe sites. It makes my browsing impossible. I therefore now use Firefox, as has Monkeyjack, Cerpicio, and Ransackary.

Heading to Platform 9 & three quarters?

pickering2
Originally uploaded by Splashmonkey.

The similarity here is uncanny ... Harry? Harry Potter? Is that a lightning tattoo on your head? Yes. I had sick, sick parents.

Conflict followup

It will be a day long remembered...
It has seen the end of Hillary (or Kerry) and shall soon see the end of the Democratic reliance.
When the voters get wind of this ...
voting has been eliminated

---
now the counter-point

It appears that the Republicans have themselves a VP *. VP is hit viscously once, then again out of spite, while other Republicans who tried to enter who gunned down, dying but not dead.


*from Die Hard where the "RV" is a police SWAT tank that's blown apart vindictively with SAMs

conflict

Your sad devotion to the grand old party has not given you clairvoyance to the whereabouts of Bin Laden or key Al Qaida leaders or helped you conjure up rationale behind oil dependance ....
Gasp!
[Grand Old Party member choking life from distractor]
I find your lack of faith ... disturbing

- I know, order changed and things altered, but you got it, right?

Error in listing?

Nope. I am slowly phasing into my non-teaching life. My new name on flickr isn't really a typo or a had-to because others have my name, but rather an interesting distinction that I have. I'm not a junior, but am a second, my Grandfather (father's father) got the name first. His passing 6 months before I was born gave rise to my getting the name I have.

Mid-life change, not crisis ... for I see that I will forever be frustrated in teaching capacity -- limits, paperwork, poorer pay, stress, though summers are off -- during the school year you pay. I loved teaching, and will likely never be as fulfilled with anything else, I need to leave and save myself from the fury from within

Teaching to mediocrity, challenging the poorer student (for whatever reasons), annoying to the less-challenged students. Laning, as it was called, is the way, but more urbanites would ultimately be in the lower (or any euphemism here) group ... not necessarily because of their intelligence.

Ammendment to truck

The neighbors across the street got a worse deal. They don't have drive access. While the truck is here, it uses water from the hydant; the line of which crosses their drive, and other drives. That don't sound like too good of a deal for them, then.

I don't know. Somehow this doesn't seem like a good deal. If these numbers are right (8 straight hours of being in the same place), this looks like a bad deal for me. It was a bad call ... bad call.

The white truck has made many trips to who knows where ... probably for the jokers to scope women joggers, and do a circle &&amp;&& to what they see, want, cannot have. There are probalby beer runs -- fast food runs, etc.

Morning breath

Wow!  I'm a zombie or werewolf at night!  I woke today with the scent of death on my breath.  I wonder how many brains I ate.  I think it must have been thousands with the degree of the stench.  Yuck!  Oral bacteria block party or more like Mardi Gras (week-long party)

Political mistakes lead to rough roads

GWB has made some ... questionable decissions, leading to a slump in some ratings (inarguably lower than the year before) giving the Republicans a rough road for Presidential election 2008. The Democrats have tied anvils and anchors to themselves by use star "runners" as Hilary and other notable fools. Ultimately, the US has to pick between baffoon 1, baffoon 2, unelectable person from lesser party 1, unelectable person from lesser party 2, unelectable person from lesser party 3. Gee! I wonder why poll turnout is generally low. I'd like to think that the person for whom I'm voting has -- uh, a good group of advisors, is smart in her/his own right and isn't pandering to lobbyists and those who paid to get her/him in office. Gee ... thanks, KKK for donating yet again and for your lovely, noose and noose bordered manifesto. Great. I'll get right on that.

Tip to GWB

get better advisors and drop the attitude of "I don't want to hear anything negative"
I'm surrounded by ***holes! Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes --- sir!

Sir. We can positively prove that there are insurgents in the area.
Okay, where are they?
Uh, they're around.
Point out one.

They're there ... they're just difficult to spot. "earn more sessions by sleeving"

-- Global warming:
While the process is natural, clearly it has been changed in speed, dimensions and range of impact by industrial use and unlimited chemical changes. America makes fuel inefficient vehicles. Many areas have poor/stupid public transit systems, requiring most to drive. The Mississippi River is still ignitable due to chemical waste. Regardless what paid scientists write or say, global warming is worsened by lifestyles of the industrially careless. Petroleum exhaust damages the environment. To indicate otherwise is completely reckless and stupid. No scientist with a brain would see changes, understand chemistry, comprehend relationships would ever agree that the present state of ozone depletion was exculsively caused by natural phenomenon. How many volcano erruptions have we had? Now, if there were saw two extremely large global erruptions or many smaller ones, I would agree -- yes, that messed up the environment, but that hasn't happened fools!

Politically Black

I run a similar course to Lewis Black, but not nearly as profane blithering. My agenda is much like -- if you see 'duh's, you point out these things to the following sheep -- too unwilling to see and learn, better to stay the course with their category -- right, left; liberal, conservative; democrat, republican, etc. That is Kindergarten politics. Look, you can't have a yellow puppy! Why not? If I have only brown, yellow, black, you should of, course choose black or brown.

Cleverer still would be to incorporate a mix -- for looking at any natural thing, there is no stark ONE color, but a mix. The concept of no gray areas is false, stupid. Aren't there ambiguities? Isn't that the crux of manipulation, strategy for politics that enables them to hasten speed, through cleverness, not adhering to specific rules, regulations, laws [congress & senate being above standard protocol for investigation regardless of clear and verifiable deception, corruption and illegalites]

There cannot be true left, right, save the unshiftable ignorant deciding not to see reality staring him/her in the face, ironing their skin with intimidating breath, still ... "what hump?"

I don't like cardboard persons -- I am left, conservative, republican "I am Bender, please insert girder". I also don't like zealots -- "I don't care if he did kill 900 people, he still should be eligible for parole! I am against the death penalty!" Really, you live with him then! You house him, feed him, medically care for him!

Party values are a crock! The party seeks only two things, control (power) and money. Once they have control and power, they have money. That is the only thing that parties seek, ultimately. I am appalled by people not thinking and humdrumming along with their party's plans. Okay ... everyone scream this, then everyone vote that way ...NO READING!! NO THINING! I want mindless drones! If I wanted thinkers, we'd have computers for our constituents.

I suggest a new strategy, let the non-party people win. But no body worries about Republicans or Democrats. That's because they aren't know to rip people's arms out of their sockets when they don't win.

self-degrading humor --- my kind of thing

Humorist, stand up comic, John Pinette, funny, funny man. I remember about 6 years ago, he mentioned, "Hey! Have you seen this diet shakes they have? Oh, yah. I love 'em! (note that the shake is meant to replace a standard meal) I have a couple of those with pancakes, syrup, and hash browns."

His voice is like Emril with note notations, a half-octave higher than Emril. Anyway, funny, funny, man. If you get a chance to hear his stuff -- funny.

So ... whatcha doin' there?

So I see this guy writing down notes near the truck, but there aren't any dials. He's just faking it, isn't he? He turns slightly so that I can see that he isn't doing anything of the sort, but rather, applying sauce on some sandwich. Yep! That's gotta be hard work, 15 mintues of solid moving levers, pushing butons, followed by wandering around. The trucks are doing it all. Ah, an industry where the entire staff could be replaced by robots. Hour number two and the workers are all circling the truck like they were working gawking at the athletic women running, jogging their day -- "Hey baby! I got a great city job! You look so fit (unlike myself) ..."

I think it would make sense to have the homeowners do it. It's not that tough. Park truck in inconvenient place. Raise ladder (lift), drop hose. Move miles of liner to wench and uncrease any areas. Start wench ... start pump, walk away. Process time 15 minutes.

Ladder, truck, hose ... where's the fire?

I got a notice that the city and a subcontracted company actually doing the work, would be in the area installing a new non-digging system for improved septic/waste sewer systems. The comany requested that the area minimize our usage of toilets, showers, baths, dishwashers, washers on this day. Now, I guess it is luck or misfortune that this house is in the middle of the block ... the trucks favor this driveway over any other. I'm glad that there wasn't need for hospital or anything ... yikes!

This ladder was around 25-30' tall. The machine, thankfully was not as loud as a trash truck, but stayed for hours.The blue hose is not, indeed the liner, but the liner, miles of it, was in the white truck that was, in the morning, butted up against the pump truck, making moving out of the driveway -- impossible. Now, they have it moved to the neighbors, but wait .... what's that?

Nice place for gas there buddies! I'm sure the neighbor, good man, appreciates that wholly!

Anyway, perhaps I'll spend more time flushing to spite them when they're working elsewhere. The claim is that the mess would back into the home, but since they are using water like made, I suspect also that it might be difficult to properly trace whose water is being used ... ergo, water the lawn, wash your car ... the neighborhood cars, the house, the roof ... fill pools. Whose water was used --- prove it!