tandem bike

Wow! I haven't seen that in ... oh, my, decades. Thankfully I saw a woman and man, not man-man tandem. You know why they're gay ...

If you haven't ridden a tandem bike, you should know that you go no faster than a regular bike and overall exertion from mistiming and not being in rhythm makes you about 89% as efficient as a solo bike. It's a nice concept ... all the wagons going in the same direction, but poor in application.

I'll buy that for a dollar

Firefox 2 with anti-phishing ... I'll have to get it. Sorry Bill Dance, you've been cashed out!

Give us money, please

I got a notice from the ASUS (Animal Santucary of the United States/WAO (Wild Animal Orphanage).

The notice was, surprise, surprise, was asking for money. Now, it started with "now caring for 350 hurrican Katrina animal orphans". That's nice, probably true. Supposedly they have over 800 animals in their care. They procalimed that the organization meets BBB (Better Business Bureau) standards and that they care for even exotic animals (listing many you might find in zoos as they are not indiginous to the US). All of that isn't a problem. I can even understand the donation request, but ...

if you have homeless domestic animals generally regarded as pets like, dogs, cats, birds, etc. ... it is unreasonable to ask also to take one into your house? They mentioned nothing of adopting the poor critters. They only wanted money. That is why I said, "nay nay"*.

* thanks Jon Pinette

! closing note: having a website doesn't make it legitimate; though, so many references to the pages does lend some credibility

I'm not sure, but I think there's cheating

My girlfriend keeps requesting our songs, Creep by TLC, and Follow Me by Uncle Kracker. I'm not sure, but she might be cheating. I suppose it makes sense that she likes to wear men's boxers -- too wide for her waist. I guess it makes sense that there's that third toothbrush that she exclaims, "don't use that one!"

looking out for friends

"I'm tellin' you, these things sell themselves. A customer comes in looking at an H2 and you don't need to try to sell it; the customer just jumps right in and buys it." -- six months ago.

"That sumbeach has sat there gettin' dusty ever since the [gas] prices went up! Now let me tell you, that thar is a damn fine auto, if you ask me." -- present day

Thanks for the ad MR, but I think that car dealing, unless it's not a gas guzzler, is rough right now. Gas prices coaster makes any car, well, a maybe. Thanks for the thought!

BTW: "these cars sell themselves" is a very obscure quote. An award to someone who figures out the quote. Hints: not from Used Cars

2 jokes care of Jim

Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby. Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr old what she thought about what she had just witnessed. Kathleen quickly responded, "He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place......smack his butt again!"

….

The reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments in a courthouse is that you cannot post "Thou Shalt Not Steal", "Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery", and "Thou Shalt Not Lie" in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians. It creates a hostile work environment.

Bitch about Mitch

The Governor has mailings.  I unsubscribed to no avail.  He spams me, or rather his supporters do.  I eventually blocked his address.  Since I saw nothing from the dweeb in a while, I thought -- freedom, but no.  The moment I turned off the block -- the masseages came in like mosquitos.  I fianlly "updated" my account and entered a random aol address.  This seems cruel, but it isn't.  AOL always gives warnings about new addresses, foreign mail, etc.  Whoever got it is likely to have AOL kill it daily.  If you can't win, give it another target.

 

As far as governor ... I think, like many others -- flunky!  Did you skip ehtics, do C work in Economics and excel inspeech class with project:  talk about anything for ten mintues -- tangents allowed?  I know its a tough job, but what I see is a lingering, sleeping-perhaps, state economy, job sources, and chest pounding.

 

I must lease the highway.  That's okay, if people then stop using it, then Indiana gets the money from the foreign company ($4 billion, I think upfront) and they maintain an unused road because nobody wants to pay higher rates and send the money out of the country.  The state government passes crud, sometimes co-authored by the governor, naming places, finalizing the daylight savings time -- welcome to the 48 other states Indiana -- ancient weaspons and a hokey religion

 

There are people in the state govenment who take surveys to learn of constuents' concerns and perspectives.  Mike Ripley, David Long do that.  Thanks for your interest and I do vote for you, because ... you do care.

 

To the mayor of my city and to the current governor, "Why don't you just quit!"+

 

+ Dorf on Golf

What's that count down?

10 .. 9 ... 8 ...

Why would you poke at a line with a straw? Islamic terrorists attack Israel, but that isn't news. Israel's resolve was, well, more dramatic. Okay, that's it. I've had my fill of 'pester pester pester'. When you hurt my people, you hurt my emotions.

I think that Israel is done playing. Do the locals undersnd the consequences? As an outsider, I would wonder why the Palestinians never made houses after 20 years, let alone 50 + years. Now, with the treaty, more former-Israeli territory is Palestinian, but that isn't enough. If the Islamic world didn't understand, attacking Israel, an ally in the area, well trained, armed; the US is certainly going to back them. Islamic terrorists have been responsible for most of the hijackings, bombings, murder plots. Iran has a long-standing tradition of hating America, the great satan, still including "death to America" in prayers.

Now that's an oxymoron! Praying to God that others die, murdered, and suffer. Somehow I missed that part religion, that hate preceeds love. I always understood God to be love and hate not-of-God. Hmmm, enough about that.

Israel, surrounded by people who hate them, have hated them, and blame them for much of their woes, despite backing the wrong horse with Arafat. Way to go ... a militant televangelist (or telesatanist) took all your money and did squat for you. Then, Sharon conquers what he feels needs "sedating". With new people, there's still "sins of the father", and no one can shelf it. Sadly, war in Israel has been and might always be.

Three main religions, all believing in the same God, sharing many of the same prinicples and texts, slaughter each other based on hate. The US, keeping Israel alive for many years makes us the target of aggression. I could understand if they hated the US for strongarm tactics or sinister business, but for keeping Israel alive? That premise is like cutting off some one's arm for his bumping you once 35 years ago in a busy market.

Any religion or sect or demonination that says, "God is love, but hate this group" is duplicitous and lying. It isn't a good religion. There are some Western religions that embrace this love everyone ... except [insert group(s) here]. That isn't love!

++ "When you play with my money, you play with my emotions."

photo afficiando

Monkeyjack and Dave have a tendency or preference for taking someone else's camera and leaving butt shots on their roll/card.  Monkeyjack openly asked to have a cellphone camera shot of (a known person)'s "humps".  Supposedly -- shot from below, "scary".  (a known person)'s response, "I don't want to get bigger".

 

I was out of the loop on that, and I didn't want in on it either.

"Hey.  Do you mind if I photograph your 'significant other's*' body parts?"

"No.  Sure.  Go right ahead."

 

It's a strange world.  I believe they were trying to get a new picture to send like a plague (virus can be treatable) on cellphones -- a bad chain message, "pass it on and spread the pain"

 

There were some women unknown to me down there that I would have loved to photograph ... starting with their faces--the cheeks people see more commonly

 

* significant other being girl/boyfried, spouse, fiance--or some other relation

end of the festival

Although I got hosed on parking, I was offered free water and most of the travel was quiet, some happy faces.  The superwet kids returning from the fountain were wet, tired and likely going to fall asleep before the fireworks -- regardless the noise.

Movies and a new analogy: fecal or fan

As I watched CG-heavy King Kong and was repulsed by its ugliness rather than "beauty" of animation.  That movie was bad.  I think I've come up with a new anaalogy:

some movies are the proverbial fan of "Well, the sh*t really hit the fan today!"; other movies are the fecal matter; still others go above and beyond and take both roles.

 

I'm guessing that Rocky VI (or 6-pack of ideas, in that after one 6-pack in an hour, the ideas were flowing like uric acid) is both fan and fecal, whereas King Kong was fecal

If you want really bad 50's-esque monster horror movies, you'll need cable to see Sci-Fi original pictures with CG, but 50's writing.

 

Sound of one hand clapping

A while ago, I used a phrase I thought common enough, but it like spilt water.

 

There's, "don't cry over spilt milk", but water generates even less of a reaction.  After my comment "disappeared like a fart in the wind"*1, I saw that people areound were looking "as if I had lobsters crawling out of my ears."*2.  I suppose that I should just use English or "just use the keyboard".

 

No one understands you when you speak a confusing 'tongue', while the speaker expects you know.  I guess it's like people approaching you about a band or group assuming that you know all about it or them.  Nope, no idea, no clue.  This would be like Black-Eyed Peas, which was 'regrouped' from Easy-E++.  I don't see the connection, but that's wikipedia.  Easy-E, of course, I could use around friends as a phrase for one-upping 2-Live Crew and surpassing all in early Gangster Rap.  When your "song" is about grabbing a prostitute off the street, raping her in the car, killing her, then dropping the body on the street, you'd think that it couldn't get worse.  I was wrong.

 

I'm kinda wonderin', since I didn't want to hear anything after that, was how could you get a woman to get into the group and "sing".  That baffles me.  Somehow, I think there's missing data.

 

*1 Shawshank Redeptions

*2 Christmas Story

 

++ according to one addition to wikipedia, Easy-E died from his AIDS condition.  How ironic that a man proclaiming evil, condoning evil, died from recklessness -- a slow, agonizing death for most.  My one hand clapping is for the irony here ... dead from evil

Fireworks (pictures later)

The end of the festival and I saw the firework. I tried to take photos, but often people were walking right in front of me. Nice, thanks! The fireworks were merely 20 minutes long. I stupidly parked a long way away from the park, thinking that the nearer spots were taken. I could have parked 3 blocks away for $3, but instead parked 12 blocks away for $4. That just stinks. The walk wasn't bad.

An interesting side note: Lori, Monkeyjack's wife, said that where she works had a serious incident. A husband, wife and two kids were there and an unknown man came up to the kids and began slamming their heads together. This was unprovoked, so it was unclear what was going on. Shortly into that, two men came up to rescue the kids. Why the parents didn't pounce on the guy, I don't know. I would have slain him. It would only occur to me later that the kids shouldn't see "daddy" butcher a man like cattle.

One rescuer began choking the assailant to the floor, while another swept his feet. The cops took the bloke away. I hope that he fell up and down stairs at the jail.
--

Back the fireworks. The end of the festival fireworks in town tend to be better than July 4th, but gracious ... it was not spectacular this year. Also, where we were, there were bright flood lights beaming continuously, making the display less special. This city needs a brain implant, I believe.

It was fun to see friends down there, but overall, the fireworks weren't worth $3 or $4, like I paid. A second side note. Charlie has to use the greenies to pee before we left. Oh, puke -- were they nasty. I think they had not been emptied for a week. Despite the disinfectant spray that hung like fog over the area, these 10 greenies (smaller section) exuded a foul colorless gas, I will call assinine (iocane) poison. I don't think you'd go there to do much other than pee, unless you were drunk or a naturally unchoosy person.

Thanks Indiana for not having jobs

I am so glad that Indiana has billions of sales jobs and millions of nurses jobs, but 2 possible advertising jobs. Nice! If only I were a nurse or loved to pester people into buying stuff they don't need.

If you can't find a copter, use an uncle

Charlie was hyper the last time I saw him and sans chopper ride downtown at the festival, I picked him up and spun him quickly. I had to stop after several times before I retched, but he had a good time. He loves copters and might very well become a pilot one day, but who knows.

Watching HS

the musical ... yoikes!  My neice chose it, not sure about it.  After watching it ... she didn't much like it.  I saw only part of it and found that I didn't like it either.

 

There was one scene ... "I made a mistake and I'm sorry about it.", reminded me of Chris Farely's character on Coneheads where he slaps his head hard saying, "I was so stupid.  I'm sorry; okay?"

Huge Big Boy

Huge Big Boy
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

not sieg heil, but burger heil

This giant statue, on loan from some HQ is parked on the lawn at this recently remodeled Azar's. They added a drive-thu. It was fairly fast.

The statue actually got honks and hoots from drivers waiting at the light.

"Actually sir, he was never really gone. He still offer quality food at ..."*

I believe that he's about 17' tall, but I'm not sure. It certainly got attention. It was just so odd, that I had to take a photo.

* Austin Powers

Crawling

I got the chance to see a fairly rare event ... a cicada crawling before its molt. I saw one on the tree, thinking that it was a husk/molt I removed it and dropped it on my neice. She had been holding them and putting them on the tree, so I was surpirsed when she screamed. She said that it was still moving. I could hardly believe it, but it was. She grabbed the crawler and I put it back on the tree. This is one of a few shots I got of it. Others are on my flickr account.

I didn't see it erupt from the tree. Moments after that, my neice found the carcass of one. It was headless. I know that there are some wasps that specifically target these insects. I'm not sure what killed it.

How you feel

Jones Soda Holiday Pack response -- yuck, overall

Scott's

Scott's
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

So, can you tell me how to get there?

Oh, sure. Just go straight down Lafontaine Avenue, left onto Inferior Blvd. , right onto Bush Street, then left onto Terra Haute Lane. I think when you're close, you'll know.

not between friends

How to lose friends or kill enemies. Eat these like rice, measured in cups dry to fan away fans. Destroy them by giveng them tons of these. Soon, they will buy air from anyone, regardless of price.

It's the new BK friendless meal ... 2 orders of large onion rings, BBQ sauce and chilli.


According to one source, the Outback Onion:

Dipping Sauce

1/2 cup mayonnaise

2 teaspoons ketchup

2 tablespoons cream-style horseradish

1/4 teaspoon paprika

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/8 teaspoon dried oregano

Dash ground black pepper

Dash cayenne pepper

The Onion

1 egg

1 cup milk

1 cup all-purpose flour

11/2 teaspoons salt

1 1/2 teaspoons cayenne pepper

1/2 teaspoon ground black

1/4 teaspoon dried oregano

1/8 teaspoon dried thyme

1/8 teaspoon cumin

1 giant Spanish onion (3/4 pound or more)

Vegetable oil for frying pepper

Movies Grim(m)

Brothers Grimm: Fairy tales with darkness. It's interesting that they had Heath Ledger in "fairy tales" as he was later in Brokeback Mountain, but I don't think I'll further that.

The movie was darker, less light and less levity, than the previews led me to believe. I would rate it a 4.7 overall based on conept, use of suspense, character development, acting, special effects. 4.7 is not a good ranking ranking from me, though I give few high numbers. I won't watch it again, as my score here shows, in that the suspense will be gone, few elements were worthy of watching twice and I never gave a care about any of the characters. The most notable person was Johnathan Pryce.

I saw on I-am-bored.com that Rocky 6; Rocky Balboa, is coming. How can I be sure, there are trailers. It is a cold hard fact that sheep were stupid. So, I'm sure there are some sheep who will see it, as they saw I (good), II (okay) III, IV, V -- that's just courteous to see it. Apparently the phrase, "there is no tomorrow" wasn't remembered.

"Tomorrow never dies", I guess, was the phrase remembered.

Gay bottle

Gay bottle
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Gay since 1703 ... oh, my!

I captured this, as MR saw it upon our entering of a liquor store. I needed beer, well ... wanted it. MR saw this and I had to photograh it. There was a series of four from the same company, but this one was Mount Gay, only under which can you read what it is.

I sent this message to Monkeyjack, but received no feedback. Sniff! I was hoping for a new cellphone virus, better than Jeffy's backside shot -- so gross! I also didn't want to one-up, Nate's hot dog bun shot -- grosser!

annother thing about soccer

Mike Peters, political cartoonist and cartoonist of Mother Goose and Grim.

 

http://www.grimmy.com/editorials.php

7/14/06

Seige at Firebase here

Another friggin' day with Reynolds Dweebs Inliner. Same crap, different day. What the heck is wrong with that company that they have to come out every couple of weeks, block the drive and do something close to nothing? Dweebs. I shouldn't have to pay for that crud!

Reynolds Inliner was chosen by the city to do "trenchless" sewer work, making the sewer better. They have been in front of the house, blocking the drive on 5 separate days now. I have grown ill of it and am writing a letter to the mayor with my concern that the company contracted may not be able to fulfill it's obligation of prompt and correct installation.

Punks!

I feeds the birds, the birds feed the birds

Cardinals are funny, in that the male will often feed the female, even when not mating season. The robins are often seen picking at a worm until it stops "fighting" so that it can be feed to youngsters. Sometimes the male will feed the female or vice versa, depending on who's on the nest. Today another bird got a chance to eat.

I didn't get a photo of it, as it was only watching carefully to see who was watching it, then it took its prey in talons, and left to eat it in a tree. The hawk was so fast that others fly by the hawk, confused as to where to go and what happened. The hawk's kill was under claw, quite dead and it wasn't forcing the hawk to move.

My guess ... the falcon got a sparrow -- not much of a meal, but something. Those stupid doves would make a larger, better meal, but that's not what the one got today.

The above picture was borrowed from here.

Squirrels around here are pigs

While they have "behaved" by not launching themselves on the feeders, they are naughty and always piggishly hungry. This picture is like them or better still, the chipmunks that are so common around here.


-- Thanks Andrew Bell

My word, you're as crazy as the other two!

He thinks like me?
Platypus

This video makes me wet my pants too

I just want some pants!

given the bird

or rather, I wasn't.  There was a newly wannabe flier robin.  It spent most of its time hopping here and there.  When I tried to catch it and relocate it, four robins converged on me and chirped and chatted and tried to intimidate me, as much as they could.  I gave up, as it was clear I was more likely going to hurt it than help it.  Even now they seem to regard me as the predator, despite the fact that I fill the feeder for their piggy butts.

 

The cute little thing sought shelter under a bush during a downpour.  Sadly, it was not inclined to let me watch it or come near it, so --- no photo.  Drat!

[my name] and the Search for the Paying Job

He knows of an HR guy who looks at applications.
Which leads to a job and being hired?
There she puts a pile of "see later" from the "thanks for playing"
And that pile gets a job?
Those papers then go down a hallway to the interviewer.
Where he hires people?
There he will ask each person three questions.

What is you name? [I answer with my name]
What is your quest? To get a reasonable job.
What is your starting salary requirements? Four billions dollars.

[sound of screaming and of being thrown out the third story window to the street below]

R R

"Oh! Me so hungry ... me eat food long time!"

perhaps the funniest clean thing he ever said, but you had to know the unclean reference to get it.

original phrase from Full Metal Jacket, but later used in many places.

Purple wolf

Purple wolf
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I think this might be the near end of my silly crud that I'll put on flickr or my blog. It reminded me of the other Henson Wolf -- actually larger. The phone scene reminded me of Dave Chappelle's comment on purple and pimps, and their odd relationship. He's "On the Air" on a pink phone making some holla-outs. This was borrowed from a google-video piece-together of Muppets doing "rap"

It's a shame that more Muppet features aren't around. I have to say flatly, that the movies weren't good. The show was much better and it was the 70's/80's place to be cameoed. It was an honor for most to be asked to be on the show.

I remember guests of Harry Bellefonte, Steve Martin (more than once wild and crazy guy), Ozzy, Star Wars characters and actors ... it was 30 minutes of entertainment. You didn't have to like it all, but it ran fast and furious.

I cleaned out a glass globe for a light fixture and was later reminded of, "here's the paper towels"*

I think, if any character is me, it would be Waldorf heckler

* from Muppets Take Manhattan, on their list of assets to be used -- meager as they were. The fish-thrower was the character offering the paper towels.

** on flickr, "Yo, dis Marcus baby are you down with it?" is from a not-so family friendly goup and song from 2 Live Crew, Me So H++ny

The guns ... they've stopped

from either War Over Britain or Star Wars New Hope that borrowed this concept from the former. Normally when the guns cease, that's a good thing, but here, like the movies, means that more, worse hellish things are to happen. Today is very wet and you'd think that the hillbillies wouldn't be firing the fireworks and they might not. That only means that tomorrow will be worse. I guess, it's more like, wait til your father gets home and you manage to be asleep before sentencing only to find the punishment worse the next day.

I expect booms and bams unlike yesterday --- worse, unthrilling to me, making my sleep impossible like it was last night.

preparing for painting

preparing for painting
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Prep time = 20 mintues. Painting = 11 mintues. Laying the plastic on the steps was a challenge, as the tape wasn't holding it. Ther was little splatter. This is yet another step in painting the inside of the house before selling it. This should finish the upstairs when the walls are finished. I had a good luck at my impending doom, standing on the banister looking down at plastic.

I was thinking that if I were to fall to my injury, anyone could just roll up the plastic around me and either get me help or bury me in it. Anyway ... the smell was not intoxicating, as it was in an open space.

The ladder seen here is decades old, having seen painting of exterior house before siding, inside house, various rooms; cleaning, getting to hard to reach tree sections, roofs for gutter cleaning and pest removal.

Come to think of it ... I might be older than I am! Gad! That's an antique. I wonder what Antique Roadshow would price on that?! Nothing.

The second coat and tear down won't take nearly so long. Then -- off to Ream Steckbeck for wall paint. Joy of joys--more painting ("more Martians").

Bored of the Rings

Solving the ring situation the faster, easier, sensible way. Suggested by many, written by none.

He's rich!

He's rich!
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

Back to the blog. I've lost the other picture somewhre. Anyway, rich duck redone. Not too shabby. Pardon the mini speaker.

Daffy rich

Daffy rich
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I'd certainly not bathe in coins or wear a diamond, but being rich wouldn't be bad. I would probably rub people the wrong way.

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

________

"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

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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.