Donkey Kong

A generation extrapolated the message to something that the authors didn't intend.

Winter Song

Tommy Don't Lick That Pipe

(c) 1995 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP) & Si Kahn/Joe Hill Music (ASCAP)

Winter is a-coming
And the weather's getting cold
I have to watch my brother Tom
He's eight years old
I never have to worry
That he'll slip on ice and fall
In fact there's only just one thing
That worries me at all

chorus
Tommy, don't lick that pipe
Your tongue will stick like glue
I've warned you twice
And I wish you'd mind
Don't you remember
What happened last time
You can do about anything else that you like
But Tommy, don't lick that pipe

Do you still remember Uncle Albert
Such scientific curiosity
He stuck his tongue out on the old pump handle
It took us two whole days to get him free

Do you still remember Grandma Dawson
She touched her tongue on to a waterspout
She said she thought that it was made of plastic
It took us until May to thaw her out

Do you still remember our dog Fluffy
He went outside to do his doggy thing
We found him frozen solid to a hydrant
We couldn't break him loose until the spring

Free Range

What an absurd concept!

Here, we allow the chickens to run around like chickens with their heads on, then just like the confined chickens we approach them, chop off their heads and prep them. So ... they're happier or healthier? Certainly the spread of contagions is less, but their diet is less controlled. So -- who cares? It isn't as if they could claim that the chickens are happier, perhaps for a few months, prior to suffering the same fate as caged brethren, save their feeling of loss of freedom.

I suppose I should favor more expensive hand fished or ocean fished fare, instead of cheaper farm raised? I think if I could get cheaper, more controlled, less heavy-metalled (mercury) lobster and salmon, I'd take the safer, cheaper lobster and salmon.

Free range cattle and pigs with larger pastures to eat, eating less of their own fecal matter might make sense, but not at a high increase of cost, especially if they have fewer injections.

Soup

The folks told me about an organic soup from Healthy Valley. Organic Cream of Chicken soup.
The "Free range chicken" were, I understand, minscule tasteless bits of matter -- cardboard would have had flavor. The soup itself was inedible, not tasting like cream of chicken. My father likened it to Oyster Stew, which he doesn't like. My mum likes oyster stew, but found this just generally gross.

I don't eat chicken, so I don't plan on eating it. The funniest thing here is that the compnay doesn't show it on it's website. Perhaps it was so terrible, the store had the last batch of it. I thought of sending a picture of an Orec (TM) to them, letting them know what it was like.

Are you threatening me?

"Are you threatening me [directed at Mace Windu]?' At this time, MR pipes in, "I am Cornholio! I need t.p. for my bunghole!" Ah, the emperor is Cornholio. He wears something covering his head.

Thanks MR ... that was in my mind today.

future shock

I was tempted to try pot, but the time that it was more interesting to me, I couldn't "score" any. All the better. After talking with some people and reading a bit, I wonder if I don't already have those warped, stupid concepts all without the drug.

Hey ... what if, through progressive acceleration and accumulation, Earth became denser and have greater mass due to cosmic dust -- especially from the greater area, but overall smaller mass and gravitational pull of the sun as it exhausts its central helium core and loses mass. Since the Earth then would be greater and have greater mass, wouldn't the moon be less costly to travel? Furthermore, couldn't the expanding layer of nitrogen-carbon pollution be "pooled" over ozone thinning layers, slowly replaced by "free" ozone from growing thermonuclear power plants, needed to serve the energy needs of limited oil countries?

If there is a small gap of material between two fingers tightly pressed together: theory of matter, in which particles may be tightly packed but collisions are rare, and space being filled with less matter and greater free energy, wouldn't introducing more matter into space cause a greater potential for rare collisions which, could domino into large-scale nuclear chain reactions -- yielding vaporization of matter into greater levels of energy, in turn accelerating into greater levels of energy in space creating more and more collisions until finally all of space is turned from matter into other energies? Decelerating or finding equilibrium in slower states of energy, finally into a big ball of slowly and finally near-atomic stop matter a solid pile of goo. You know ... like diarhea that falls to the ground and dries. "Are you saying we're the bacteria of a universal turd?" "Yeah"

Conceptual stupidity -- profound and unmentionable. Why would I need drugs? I've not had them and worry that I would either be the same with drugs or ... scarier: wierder.

I wasn't listening

I think God, life and luck were trying to communicate to me:

Everyone doing it, doesn't make it right.

Anytime that I did something, rather uncharacteristic, being outlandishly rude, using culturally or racial offensive language or trying to fit in with the crowd -- it ran around and bit me in the back (side)

"You shot the native" -- replace native with racial slur. For this, I got a very well deserved stern look from a guy, who seemed twice my height and twice my weight, a look that meant -- "Look! I shot the little punk bastard who said that!" And there was much rejoicing.

Joining in a mulligan's stew of sexually explicit tales, spoken all-too loudly, when behind me children are capable of hearing only me; one of whom, I think, knew me.

Smoking (see previous posts) only to be bleary-eyed and incapable of speaking above a Jack Palance whisper -- cigars are not my friends. That's a path I'll not take again.

I think that I'll take my regular path, as boring as it might be.

Hidden lines

I remember when it was okay to play music when you couldn't understnad the words or when they were spoken so quickly that you didn't catch them. Now, of course, there is the internet where you can get any lyrics.
"Greased Lightning", was a song that was okay to play when I was younger, because no one paid attention to the lyrics, "You know that ain't no _hit when you're getting lots of _it (female anatomy)..."
"It's a real __ssy (nickname for cat) wagon..."

What's more useful is that some language is deeply hidden, so well contructed that you don't consciously process it.
"Sonsuvbiches, Bumpises!" -- Christmas Story. I really like this movie. It's great and the father, who reminds me of my father, uses Yosemite Sam profanities: Stickle fifer! (In that regard, my father was not G or PG) You really don't pick up on it, as they distort other curse words throughout, "f--u---d---g---e! Only, I didn't say fudge. I said the Queen Mother of dirty words; the f dash dash dash word."

tele-idiot

or "boob tube"

On many channels when they play a movie they will nicely, though briefly show you a rating ex: PG, with letters underneath to hint at the content.
Some movies, it would seem, should have the alphabet under them.
D rugs
V iolence
L anguage
N udity
S exual situation

Okay.... why is this on regular TV? Moreover ... how can a movie be PG-13 and have DLVSN ? Who's doing the ratings here? I know that the PG movies when I was younger were ... let's say not PG, but PG-13. That makes sense.

Also, how can you censor language, to make it suitable for TV, but leave offensive jokes in it. It's okay if we call Black persons, N____, or insult Jews, but we can't use damn or (rhymes with "hit"). I think the jokes should be cut if the language is cut.

industrial devolution

And I wasn't even at the drive through ...

This year looks like better health year for those around me, but the machines around are dying.
My folks had 3 appliances die: dryer right before my father went in for surgery, freezer soon after, refridgerator after that. His HD on his old computer died a couple of weeks ago, then his speakers -- after he had his computer fixed with a new HD.

In my case: my alternator died (note previous posts), my computer mouse died. Although I have a laptop ... I like the convenience of the mouse, especially with the scroll wheel.

My sister's car was not working (head gasket ruined) and they were looking for cars ... good luck!

What I do have: My father, my family, my uncle who was discharged from hosptial yesterday after a 2-wire defibulator was installed. I have friends: Cerpicio has had surgeries over the course of a year, Lori who has had many different ailments, and my limited illness this year.

I think I'd rather take the pain of financial loss and the anguish of paying for repairs than to lose family or friends. I still feel screw'd at times.

penalty for failure is death

I copied files onto this CD, then I looked at the CD ... nothing was on it

I was, a bit, annoyed

predicting the future

I haven't had a ticket in several years ....
My prediction: in around 16 months ... speeding ticket

They'll raise my rates and say ... bad boy ... good money ... thanks!

My idiocy of renaming things

I often rename things out of disrespect or as it is worthy.
There once was a store named Service Merchandise, but I called it Merchandise, because you certianly weren't getting any service there.
I used to work there and at Walletbuster (Blockbuster Video). "Sir. Sir? Could I please get a membership, pay more money for each rental and get screwed on late fees and pesterd on the phone about them, please?" "No!"
Strange enough, Rod Woodson, of the Pittsburgh Steelers is from Indiana and had applied for a membership. I had to deny him due to lack of ID. He was, then at Purdue.
Hillcrest ... biggoted manager who directed all application takers to fold a corner of any non-white applicant. Money-pinching #$&%$^ !!!! He died of a heart attack, I think.
Walletbuster ... head manager ... biggoted and nuts. I thought the Hillcrest manager was nuts til I met a person who didn't like the flavor of oxygen --- hardly saw her without a cigarette in the mouth.
Another place ... ______ Fire Protection. One manager there was a bigot and a womanizer. He reported to me that the allegations of spousal abuse --- assault were false. I stupidly believed him. Lo and behold ... his second significant other charged him with the same thing --- no, no, no ... you see ... that's all lies!
The [insert homosexual duragatory here] was really friggin odd. We had a lame meeting in Indy and I lef the hotel room to get ice, or some damn fool thing. I got back, knocked and the guy's in his underwear, walking around.
"What? It's just my underwear."
(think ... did not pack nuclear explosive nor gun with silencer)
After the lame meeting, he thought bar shopping might be good. I knew of Broadripple. We went there and the last place we went was on the verge of gay Paris.

I think livid is the term here.

anyway ... got back unmolested and not needing to kill ... at that time.
I have a habit of altering names ... such as those above. I also commonly refer to Best Buy as Worst Buy, because the prices stink ... their service is absent (not tardy) not enrolled, and their specials -- rebates at 6 months in waiting.
I refer to Taco Bell as Taco Hades (not the humor) ... sadly, in a class I referred to this place as Taco Hades, having then to rename it. Thank goodness I don't have a more profain name for it.

When I have tried to find Walletbuster in the phone book, I was once looking under "W"
Thankfully, those around me are growing used to these stupidities. I think, certainly most agree that Blockbuster is Walletbuster ... charging you too much, whenever, however they can.

In a previous post I mentioned courtesy and not making others work on significant holidays. Do the lowly workers a favor -- don't rent or shop for movies ON Christmas Day. They have to work, but the CEOs don't. Don't make them work, while you look through shelves of nothing because everything good is already gone. Then don't go complaining to them, because they shouldn't listen to your criping because your lame butt didn't think of that before.

I never thought that, although I don't suffer schizophenia, that I would commonly use neologisms. They are hardly unique to schizophenics, but are generally less-well used. It's truly one if you negate knowledge of the original and true word/name.

suffering mental blog

What important thing happened today ...
was sent friend's blog address
got armed and operational clown car

got several hugs from kids --- they're so sweet!
Played town marshal -- in that they were restless and were more interested in talking than anything else.
My got his computer back ... new HD
The "Geek Squad" of note / fame were not able to get the data off the drive, not that they put forth a whole lot of effort there.

They supplied about as much effort as Walletbuster (Blockbuster Video) did for MR and I when we sought to get a video.
Wait ... wait ... wait...

Sith

The Sith have abilities that some call, unnatural.
Yeah... I can see that. Those dang wussie Jedi can only jump 30' in the air ... toss enemies the same distance, catch Sith lightning in your hand, tell others what to say ... you know, natural talents.

S.W.A.T.

should have shot.

A great kid told me that around her are drug dealers. The SWAT made a sting and multiple arrests, but they were out on bail within hours. I say, "Fire!"

I am thinking of the immoral command by the southern Union Major to set fire to the town in Glory. Sergent, command your men to set fires on ...
in the one case, it is illegal to fire on drug dealers, on the other hand -- they have no business living, I therefore condone murdering drug dealers, buyers alike. Are drugs illegal? Yes. Is it an institution where innocents are hurt, and they have no choice in the matter? Yes. Do I shed a tear about people who just wanted to get high? No.
I think that the many people supporting the US work in Iraq and Afghanistan applying lethal force to aggressors, should also support lethal force to those committing illegal acts: murder, rape, drugs, etc. The question should not be: Should they be executed? It should be: How slowly should they, or over how much time will they be punished until they are slain. I am a vindictive person, but see no value in torturing felons. Certainly their crimes demand punishment and some are so heinous, torture would be a perfunctory thought, but killing them outright is better.

Is there a 100% guarantee that an incarcerated person will not escape ... that has been proved wrong. Do dead people tend to threaten others or do the dead tend to commit more crimes? No.
It is a safety issue. Would I live next to a drug dealer or murderer or other felon, intentionally? No. Would I make it possible that the police knew where the person was, what they were doing? Yes. A notable exception to this was when I was with X and there was a house that had a vast number of 90 second visitors. I would hazard to guess that there was some business there, but it wasn't hair-cutting or cookie baking. X wasn't smart enough to find her way out of a bag sometimes, so putting her in jeopardy was not in my interest.

When we looked at that house, she went on about how stupid Mexicans were. That was so nice as the woman who was selling it, there in the room with us was second generation American from Mexico. X was stupid. I was more stupid for being with her.

death of a paycheck

I dropped off my car to be checked, whether the battery was why my car wouldn't stay running or else. It was not the battery said Auto Zone who nicely, free of charge, charged it and did an analysis ... taking 4 hours. It was 8, and they weren't going to put it back in that night (though open until 9). I got there at 8 in the morning, but they weren't open.... wait, wait, wait...
8:20 some one flies in with keys ... others were there, but they couldn't / didn't do the register.
I got my battery back, but had to install it myself ... ya!

I drove it a short distance to a garage ... diagnosis --- alternator is shot. They tried for a while to find one. They did find one in Indy -- perhaps would be there the next day.

The estimate --- $350 about. That is about the value of the car ... great!

I will have to find a replacement for the vehicle this year, I suspect.

car troubles

My car troubles here, remind me of one other time. Years ago

I was living in Wisconsin, with my then-fiance' and was driving on the highway back to the house when the drive lost power and died. It had run out of oil and had seized. I had bought it 2 months prior. I had no cell phone. I was slimy and dirty from work (foundry work). So... I stopped where I could -- side of the exit ramp (up) and walked to a house (farm house) where they were not willing to let me use the phone. It was now 6 pm, dark, wintery -25 F. At stop number two, I was able to use -- get this, an outdoor phone near a barn.

I called X. She was eating dinner with her mom and her mother's 5th husband. I told them my problem and got the response, "So what do you want me to do about it?"

uh ... I can think of no rational person who wouldn't understand that the caller would like assistance ... a ride, out of the cold, perhaps dinner after working a long day ... walking in the cold. I simplified my answer. I walked back to the car -- never anyone pausing to see if I needed help near the car with blinking lights, in the cold. I waited, and waited and waited.

I went into a fetal position in the back seat for warmth. After a while, my anger kept me warm. Around an hour later -- travel time from location was about 9 minutes, they arrive -- annoyed they had to come. They asked me to try to start it. Wow! It wouldn't turn over -- it was seized. They had the great idea of me -- alone pushing the boat of a car up the exit ramp on slippery roads. Bright idea -- didn't work. They eventually bumped it up and onto the other road ... the direction away from where I needed to go.
Brilliant!
So ... after about 2 and a quarter hours ... I get out of the cold, into the car ... the mood was colder than the winter. I return, have no dinner, tired and am out of luck. Much like tonight. Thankfully, Indiana isn't typically -25 F without windchill, unlike Wisconsin which gets that cold.

It was my only winter there ... married then separated, then the long process of divorce from a quack.

Later, in unwanted corospondence ... I was told, stupidly, that the used car dealer would have bought the piece of crap back from me ... really?! Did they pocket more of my money up there? Thank goodness! It might have burnt me.

This car -- now battery-less had been smashed on the side -- by me vs cemet pillons, an old man backing down the drive, at least one bump and run, and a woman backing into me at a light. The dents inward made it smaller -- if you can make a clown car smaller.

circling the coffee shops

Parting from the typical fare of beer, MR and I popped about getting coffees. He really liked the vending machine at the library, but wanted to try other coffees -- laden with flavorings. I believe he liked white mocha, of the selections we got, the best.

In his mind, a guy sitting at a computer, who asked us how to get to Bluffton, IN was cruising ... uh, and not the net. It wasn't clear to me. Sorry ... not gay -- wouldn't anyway.

Anyway, the second stop there was the lady barista who looked very similar to a woman who works at Applebees -- our normal stop on Wednesdays. She wasn't her, but I had to work to block that thought from my mind. It was loading up with people later on -- 7 something. There were some kids looking at MR and I while we played chess. I was reminded of the vultures circling pool tables at bars. I discovered that they weren't interested in playing, but rather in staring, I guess.

MR beat me in around 20 moves (each player making 20 moves), perhaps less. To finish the evening, we watched Renenge of the Sith, finding new critiques and voice-overs. Maia (cute little white dog who has a Mickey Mouse look when playful) wanted to play, for hours, and hours, and hours, and then some. Toward the end of the evening, she was prying through my jacket pockets, looking for goodies -- where I often keep them. It is odd, perhaps, that I buy dog treats, yet don't have a dog of my own. There are just so many around. I guess, now, I also need to get cat treats for Cerpicio and Paula, as they have 2 cats.

A tip -- especially for those who don't often drink coffee -- don't drink late at night and don't drink much ... no expresso. I'm a little energetic, but am growing sleepy.

car service

or is it ... owned?!

My car was not holding a charge, which meant two very likely possibilities: the battery was bad or the alternator was bad.
I pulled my weak car into Auto Zone, at my father's suggestion, as they check batteries at no cost. They tried a diagnostic ... and the engine wouldn't run long enough to complete the test. They pulled the battery and charged it, then tested it -- taking four hours. After this time, I called them to find out what, if anything they determined. They reported that the battery was ... okay.

That's bad. An alternator costs much more to install. To couple this problem, they didn't re-install the battery before they closed. I now have no car, must wait until it opens AND someone installs the battery before I can drive it to get it repaired. In the meantime I have a job in the afternoon -- thankfully within walking distance and one all day on Friday. Joy of joys --- spend my I don't have on this -- and waiting more time ... of course.

God loves me, luck hates me.