Bagatells

You're not really here ... you're in a place, thinking and playing. Where you find you can predict ... you're going the right way. Life, inevitably is an infocom game, much like Zork, but with better graphics.

You see an interviewer behind a desk. He's standing looking at you with a hand extanded offering you a job.

Take job.
I see no job here.

Take offer.
....
I don't know what an "offer" is.

Leave.
Are you sure you don't want the job?

Take job.
I see no job here.

Get job.
That's a good idea!

Talk to interviewer.
Interviewer smiles and offers his hand.

Take hand.
Which one?

Take interviewer.
How romantic.

Take interviewer hand.
You have accepted job as, "deep fryer cook".

(re-reading .....)
(look ... interveiwer for Megaplex Copeland Gigasphere Sharpland ... executive .... salary $102,450 ... probationary period ... 25 years ... full investment at 17 years .... entry level $14 K ... signed ... Joe Didn't-Bother-to-read-fine-print)

Damn!
I see no water here.

____________!
.... I see no ___________ here. Besides, you went before the interview,

Upgrade level.
How?

Take executive.
How romantic.

Slay man.
Devil?

Kill interviewer.
You pull out your rapier and kife and hack the unsuspecting interviewer into pieces. His screams didn't go unnoticed and the secretary has called security who also called the cops.

You are in a small room withe a desk and two chairs.
A dead interviewer is here.

_____!
______ who?

______!
I'm not sure I understand how you're using _____.
You hear sirens.

Jump out window.
If only there were a window.

Exit room.
I can't do that.

East.
You open the door and everyone is gone. Papers are on the floor, as if people left in a hurry. The elevators are running.

Pick up papers.
Don't waste your time.

East.
You can't go that way.
The elvators are on floor 8.

Kill self.
What is a self?

Kill me.
I can't do that.
The elevators open up and the police direct you to drop your weapons. There is a stuggle and you are shot several times. They put you on a stretcher and are handcuffed while in hospital. The sad news is, while you recover mostly from your wounds, you are found guility of first-degree murder and are sentenced to death. During a long battle in the courts, your death sentences is commuted and just in time. Your long-time prison friend Hal, and you are going to get married.

The End.

Restart, Quit, Reload?

_____!
Restart, Quit, Reload?

Bore (the movie)

Hey! The Earth's entertainment is slowing. We must drive to the center of it to find a way to reheat it. I know... let's run more Will & Grace, Brokeback Mountain, Matrix TV series, evening soaps, 45-season shows, newer and exciting sports X-Games of mud flats roll-car rock climbing, "Who Wants to be Kansas Governor?", Badmitten court TV, "My Three Wives (filmed on location in Utah), Leave It To Cleaver (SCI: 1940s), All In the !@#!@#! Family (00's update), Whose Job is it Anyway?

What's really bad is that the trash on Jerry Springer are terrible. Who watches the show, those people who live it and see it every day. Why?

I stopped watching TV very often. I used to watch Cartoon Network at night, but skip it! There isn't bunk on TV I like. There's hardly a movie I don't cripe about. Doubtful that the enterainment industry would cater to me, but I'd like something that, ya know ... entertains or educates or edutains. New Dectectives used to do this, but they really ticked me off with the 5 minute story stretched out to 40 minutes with 2, 5-minute stories after that of ... we found a dead body and a guy standing next to it with the murder weapon and found that ... uh, he did it.

Discovery also has a "history researcher" who tries to answer questions no one is asking ... did the Nile River really hold Aryian artifacts that the Egyptians knew and used to build the pyramids 5400 B.C. ? I'll spend the next two hours coming close to nothing then being debunked at the end. Thanks for watching. How about Behind the Music of say ... Yani? How about those annoying persons in music like, John Tesh, Enya's ninth unintelligible CD, completely forgotten one hit almost wonders on the top 100 charts never getting to top 40 ... say top 75?

NYPD BULL_____. Next episode ... nudity! Oh ... it's some guy's butt! Great ... I'm done with that show. Cutting edge ... profanity ... that's outrageous, right?!

How about, a good old fashioned funny show with no need for language censors. _____, I remember picture pages with Bill Cosby. I remember using so much foul language and still ... such rude (while rare) comments that I don't need TV to say them outloud. I'd like to see a fiction, you know, like the bad guy trying to kife a cop is killed on the spot. I'd like to see people saying stupid things to each other while going through mundane tasks, not waiting for a laugh track or "live studio audience"

Entertain me with life, fiction that's funny or makes me happy. People in a house for 10 criping about their shirts -- uh, doesn't make me laugh. Also, if the show has to tell you when to laugh (laugh track) it isn't funny.

If the miltary wants to defer some costs, how about "virtual bombing", where you get to select a bomb that already has a target, and you buy it for say, $50 and get the video of it destroying your target. There are some people, I believe, who would pay for the satisfaction that their bomb (adopt a target) did successful hit the target and help support the country, war effort, and military. The statements of, lack-of patriotism due to dis-satisfaction with the war could be changed from "buy war bonds" to "buy liberation bombs".

BTW: I don't like politics, it isn't just this administration, as it were, for congress too writes and passes law

Entertain me by having some air-force one pranks "punk'd" (crude urbanlect) on violnt criminals. "You are free ..."

"Prisoner is escaping" ... fire!
[blam blam blam] chaos, massacre, paperwork and overall lower cost -- it should be a criminal-free society

blinks passerby

Time to make the donuts.
I made the donuts.

(meeting yourself coming)

I don't really sleep. I rest and feel unrested. I think that I either: have a fight club somewhere (sans the violence) or I don't know how to mentally and emotionally unload anymore. I think that latter is more likely. I hardly feel refreshed. At one point in time, I could take a 20 minute solid nap and be refreshed for 24 hours. Now, I don't really rest ... I dream and think and don't ever slow in thinking.

hippy hydra bat

Another half day with the kids paying half attention. They are sweet and have resigned themselves to the fact that I'm going to be with them for a while. There was a hurry, a flush ... I forgot we were supposed to watch a video ... oh, well ... Monday!
I got body checked, accidently by Mackenzie, who, of course, continued to body check me while I made noise because of it. Izaiah hugs every adult ... it's his thing. Dawson hugs me -- daily.
We wiped out more work, having an understanding of cm and inches today ... the difference between the two, somewhat.

2 weeks of plans ... my mind is stirring, which is better than what it was doing at 2:35 ... I think my tiredness was making me drool. I passed out from poor sleep, for tomorrow I'll be chauffer for a non-driver.

In the world of the cryptic and strange, Lori called me about a wedding I'm supposed to photograph. Interestingly enough, I asked a few times about it, with no results. Now, apparently, this person is panicking about it. I didn't call her because I didn't have the number. I called today, but nothing. I guess it's not that big of a deal, right?
Catch this! Lori doesn't know the person's last name. I think I have a solution:
Don't ger involved very far with people you don't know. If you don't know their last name, then you don't really know them. I'm worse here ... a third party, who's never met her. I said yes, why?

winding down

Easter bonnets, spring sonnets, flowers blooming, minds zooming. The lot of them have their heads in the clouds. They finish spring break, come back for parent-teacher conferences and then a three day weekend. Thank you Jesus (not a slander ... think about my statement)!

Bunnies and Monday burdens with two types of returning students --- sleepy, sugar crash, and zippy -- high on sugar. It'll be a fun, fun, fun day!

This year ... the family will converge for the first time on Easter with the many dogs ... staying at home? They are coming up for hours only on Sunday from Indy area. What a difficult day and Monday for all of them. I liked the idea of a picnic somewhere in the middle ... Munice, Gas City? That's not going to happen. Wacky, late ... hurried ... it'll be what it'll be.

Happy Easter to you all!

Thanks to Bill Amend, Dan Reynolds

Gestapo

Sgt. Hans Georg Schultz voice (John Banner):

You will schtand against die fensch, ja? Dare, you vill schtay until I dell yu to move!
Halt! Hoo goes dare?!
No ... yu go play, kinder! Recess ist nicht don, jetz!

Yu, yungen! Du hast been sehr schlest heute! Sschtayen sie dare vor 7 meenuts! I leht yu know!

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or something like that. You know, I'd like one day not to feel like a outpost guard limiting rations for a few rebel rousers or trouble-makers.

You! Yes, you laddie! Stand still!
You can't have any recess! How can you have any recess if you don't do your work? (pudding and steak)

searches?

I was looking for Nigerian music and simplified it with, Niger
There was a song of, "My wife ran off with a Niger" -- really?!
From American History X -- Kill Nigers and Jews.

Thank goodness bigots can't spell! Perhaps, they had national problems?

I looked up "nuke" and found, Carly Simon, et al --- what the? Oh ... it was a "no nukes concert"

choices

I presented a child with a choice today.
He has failed for several days to submit signed work -- due to be returned. I have reminded him the last several days that if the papers are returned, he will continue to lose some / all recess time. With this he cried. I asked him if I should call "Mom" to remind her to send in the work. He said, "no". Despite the prospects of losing recess ... all she needs to do is sign and return the papers, he will lose recess perpetually ... he chooses to lose recess. What's that home like? Should I call Mom to have her sign it ... no.

I'm calling her tomorrow anyway, it was just intersting.

Also today, a boy shouted out "N -----". Girls came up to me and said that he used the "F word". When I asked him what he said, he said that he returned a comment to him of, "N ------" to that person. The first person to use it, is a problem student in a different class, but same grade.

I don't put much faith in much of that at all. Anyway, I don't expect it to be repeated anytime soon.

POW camp

or at least that's what it seems. I have had the same kids in with me for recess for a long, long, long while. Who's being punished here? During my investigation/interrogation, I hear some pretty intersting things. I write down what is said and pass it along. Documentation... documention ... like there's going to be an audit. I guess I could pull a '45 Germany and burn all the records, right?

personable?

Here I go, thinking that I put forth the impression that I'm untouchable ... terrible and mean, and some kids walk up to me and share parts of their lives with me. What am I to do? I'll just accept that I'm not total evil. That's fine.

trampoline

the boys, Charlie and Jared, were playing on the trampoline surrounded by netting, and invited me to wrestle. The neighbors came over with their two dogs -- one of which was a very playful German Shepherd who wanted play time. She kept jumping up with her paws on the outside, finally, she came into the netting and onto the trampoline. Hey, that's where the other puppies were, right?!

Iron Chef diabolical

Your surprise ingredient is cow hoof!

He he he, I like the crunchiness of the hoof!
Yes, and I like the fact that you didn't change its shape and left it sound.
I like the cow hoof, but the mango slices, really rather deter from the cloven taste of these wonderful hooves.

Your surprise ingredient is horse dung!

I've had horse dung before, but never so flavorful!
Wow! I've never thought of using horse dung with ice cream! This is really good!
How did you get the horse dung to be so ... crunchy? I mean, we saw it just fall onto the floor at the start of the show!

Hmm, hmmm, ha, humm ... it's all in the freshness.

Thank you!

Bad Wedding DJ

Hey, do you have "Bump and Grind"? Yeah, I'll get that right on for you.
And here's a request for, "You're Pretty Cute When I'm Drunk", chosen especially for the bride and groom.
I'll leave you with, "Me So Horny" followed by, "Behemoth's, 'Age of Therion' from their Satanica CD'" while I take a break. I see here a request for "Follow Me" by Uncle Kracker we'll fit in before the end of the night.

1. R. Kelly
2. Bloodhound Gang
3. 2 Live Crew
4. Behemoth
5. Uncle Kracker

Yikes! Oh, wait ... that's my music selection, well, kinda. I don't listen to Uncle Kracker who supports intermarriage affairs, haven't heard the Bloodhound Gang song yet and the women-degrading 2 Live Crew and Behemoth metal groups are ... not, um ... wedding music.

dream

I was with my father driving down the road, when we came to a bridge. Not one part of the road nor the bridge were familiar to me and I was driving.
The road, as I then looked, was 6 or 8 lanes wide. The bridge lifted up and the warning lights were flashing and the blaring of the audible signals was loud. We were up about one-quarter of the way over the bridge before the signals went. The signaling started similtaneously with the lifting of the bridge -- therefore, a river lied below. It was strange then, and stranger now as to why the signals were late and that it was a 6-8 lane bridge (implausable for lifting). We started sliding backward, twisting as the bridge lifted our car and the semi-trucks behind us, before we crashed into them, the bridge broke, and it quickly fell forward, showing my father and I the shallow river below.

Again ... it was 70 to the brown river -- which obviously wasn't very deep. We were going to die. I looked over to my father (a roller coaster torso bar (horseshoe shape) was over each of us -- odd again, and we quietly said, "I love you" as a passing gesture before dying.

Splash! We were pulled down under the water (greater than 100' -- unreal for brown water, and the whole bridge structure fell on top. There was no boat or ship passing under the bridge, no reason for it to have lifted.

In this same dream, I walk around later and people are shocked to see me days after the accident. I found out that they never pulled out the bodies, so I was dead. My father, unlike me, aparently stayed dead. I was whole, not zombie-like by gave people an odd sense as my body was buried deep in water, under metal. I wasn't a ghost. After walking to my father's grave and tried to live/exist as I could. Why did I have the same body and why am I alive where I should be physically gone?

Before waking I remember helping a few people ... but sad, suicidal, in that I sought destruction by saving someone else. I wished to be shot, shielding someone from a bullet, anything to not existence in my should-not-be-alive state of being.

biting details, derail

derailing your train of thoughts ... Sawyer, despite having background shows about him, I believe is working with the others. I suppose this for the reasons of: guns are dangerous and tend to slaughter and kill people -- bad for the supposedy random stranded people on the island, so keeping them hidden means fewer need-to-be-there people die and other persons don't get hurt.

I watched the latest episode (my last one I will watch, as I'm bored of the show), waiting for Roark to show, saying, "Welcome to scary fantasy island".

"Da plane, da plane ... it crashed, it crashed!"

2 types of reading (there are more)

1. reading for cursory understanding -- or recreational reading with little real time for full comprehension; yeilding fluency of 70%

2. reading for content -- recreation or education, reading everything for memory, knowing that parts in section C, page 96 will have relevance and importance (another part of a whole) for part A page 201. A series is especially true for this, in that a character or characters are generally kinetic and a fullness and richness is found through parts and pieces here and there throughout the book and series.

Using television as a reference, as most people do watch it on occasion. Law & Order (the original series) had each episode start and finish. After season one, they found that they would have more seasons, so they started building the characters, but actually finished each episode. The build up and development of each character didn't take the whole forefront of the show. After 6 seasons and many different police partners, Jerry Orbach's character, Lenny, had a jaded past of alcoholism spanning 5 or so years of his police work, several failed marriages and a daughter who got into drugs and was killed being a witness against her dealer. Lenny, it was supposed, hired a killer to kill him, but the dealer died in jail, so that was only a tease that his hate was that thick. His alcoholism lead to a night falling off the wagon, unable to drive, an assistant D. A. , Jill Hennesey, Claire drove him home and was stuck and killed by a drunk driver.
Jack McCoy, you find out, who was her lover, for a while -- bad idea of mixing work and love (demonstrated many times over the seasons), tried to vindicate her death by harshly punishing the drunk driver, then found that his attack would have amounted to personal vengence, at benefit of another person with a personal agenda.

I know that all sounds neat. It is. It also covered 30 some episodes to get that. Unlike Lost where, you have 40 some episodes saying little about what they are doing, but you know all about characters on the island including two who were killed off. Since the writers like to play off the idea of all the characters being linked (Kevin Bacon game) to each other, it will be difficult to see how they will connect the two dead "semi-main" characters to others without bringing them back -- at a wrongful pay for their lack of foresight.

War of the Worlds

by H. G. Wells. Taking into consideration when it was written, published in 1898, it was very novel (ha ha) innovative for sure. When making a movie of it, some updating was definately required, as automobiles weren't mentioned and horses were common. An interesting difference between book to film was (both 60s and 00s versions, and the borrowed ideas for Indepdendance Day) was that the aliens were seen before the machines. The concepts of miscommunication was the belief for their heat-ray attack on persons near the crash site.
The heat ray from the book was from a mirror on a tentacle than rotated around. The ray itself was invisible (would have saved much cost on production if they kept that) incinerating everything it touched with a range of maybe 100-200 yards. The 2005 War of the Worlds kept it truer with walking machines, but botched it a bit from Welles' description of storms surrounding the machines.
I guess I'll stick with books and watch even fewer movies.

watching lost

is like watching bulbs develop into flowers, or buds turned into leaves:
slow, methodical (or so it seems), gradual grwoth into something new, to its conclusion of something predictable. While stopping and watching minutes at a time, getting the highlights of the growth (slow motion camera shooting picures twice daily) is still slow, but better than sitting for months -- wating.
I've watched the show pretty much to the point where, you see the buds on the branches very well. They are prominant, but the insects are yet there to exploit these, as they tend to do. The full richness of spring isn't quite filling my nose and lungs, so I think I have a while to wait yet.

After the splendor, you have the waste of the bounty lying everywhere for you to pick up -- that, being your time spent waiting for something.

I'm done watching it. It's boring like Space 2001, with background things being interesting, but the whole movie start to finish being much, much, much too long and not worth the time spent seeing it.

Jacket with new smell

Charlie and I went to the park Saturday and he picked most of the dandelions along the way for Mommy! I carried them in my coat, so my leather jacket now smells of dandelions. It adds to my tough guy image.

When we got to the park, we fed ducks and the insistent geese. Since Charlie doesn't often go to this park, it was a treat, but a trek ... long for a person with short legs -- 4 years old. "Here ducks!"

Saw II -- Saw it

This introduces a new, weaker plot with the same type of gore, moving from new-gothic blue and watery-green (Matrix, Saw, Ring) to now in new 30's artistic slant print yellowish neo-gothic (more concentrated than Sky Captain). It said to me, "soon to be a PS2 /3 XBOX, GC, PC game".

Though not totally predictible, it was, inevitably, somewhat predictable.

Two victims (supposedly bad or evil in their own right) weren't really investigated, and you never knew much about them. They were, I guess, slasher movie fodder. The shared theme they had were vices, so a character in the movie was a vice officer, which seemed strange considering his "role" in the main investigation

Vice: narcotics, prostituion, I guess larceny falls under that category, but certainly not homicide.

Anyway ... watch it if you saw the first one, but this is hacked together --- I won't give any numbers on it