Keeping it fresh

So the top strip claims for that which truly needs to stay fresh ... produce; no, liquid; no, what else, but dry bread ... aka croutons. I suppose they could go stale, but freshness on old bread ... come on!

Senses fall

I am losing my sense of taste, I'm afraid, or perhaps my response and perception is slower, but .. my sense of smell is improving ... and yikes! I now have, tragically, shark-like sense for cigarette smoke, which I detest. Of all the things to smell so well, clearly ... bleck! How gross! I think I'd rather smell four day-old dead roadkill than cigarette. Cigarette smoke also worsens/activates my allergies -- sinus compression, bronchial tightening -- not asthma, but uncomfortable.

Attack

So there I was ... they were surrounding me. I had no choice but to defend myself. Here, a security camera shot this with gore plainly on my face from the zombie fight I fought for hours. It was them, my chainsaw and shotgun.

The man with the boomstick makes the rules!

Despite the zombie efforts, I was not dead before dawn, and was not one of them!













-- for clarification, this isn't me, isn't from a horror movie, but is comical. Thanks Ransackery!

Alba & dolphins

Now ... with all of the "problems" she had with the filming, she didn't stop filming did she?

"They have very long ...", as Alba stated. Perhaps there was something else that this article didn't cover, like why they were persuing her. During dolphin mating, they mate underwater after, only after, battling for attention of one mate, but not exclusive to procreative mating -- as dolphins reportedly mate irrespective of procreative potential (thought exclusive of humans). They also use their "extra appendenges" in generalized play, and heirarchial pack battles, like wolves, but less on teeth on claws, more on flippers and "members"

Anyway ... how much of that could people see, if family and friends were taunting her with dolphin sounds?

MS jerks!

Hey! Did I want this? No, I didn't ask for it and I can't give it back! Ruddy jerks!

Yeah ... it's convenient for me ... not. I have MS installed with the computer's purchase. Would I ever be interested in verifying that it was a legitimate version .. heck no!

Indiginous Zulu canoe

$220 million

1. $450,000 to Indianapolis firm to "convince" this city to accept tax hike/bill for renovations
2. $50,000 for person who hired Indianapolis firm
3. $200+ million to update, remodel --> efficiency, many local schools

The Indy company was contracted for "political coverage". You're just making things up ... aren't you?

No. Just because I don't know what it means, doesn't mean I'm lying.

Disney's new car

not Herbie, but well used -- scratched a bit ... cheap, obtainable, courtesy of McDonald's

Hopefully his new pit crew can remove the dents, scratches, nicks and tar?

Strange sign

BTW: America's Greatest is some sort of snack shop, but the irony is great!

America's Greatest Women's Restroom

priceless, funny

Located in FW, Indiana

Wanting a Trucoat conversation

I bought a program, mp3 splitter, but it doesn't work. I wrote the author hoping to start a Fargo Trucoat conversation. In case you missed it...

- Yah, but that TruCoat...
- I said I didn't want any TruCoat.

Yah, but I'm saying, that TruCoat, youdon't get it, you get oxidation problems...

You're sitting there talking in circleslike we didn't go over this already.

Yeah, but this TruCoat...

We had a deal for $ .

Darned if you didn't tell me you'd get methis car without the sealant for $ .

All right, I'm not saying I didn't.

You called me and said you had it.

"Ready to make delivery" you says. And here you are and you'rewasting my time and my wife's time. And I'm paying $ for this vehicle here.

All right. I'll talk to my boss. See, they install that TruCoatat the factory. There's nothing we can do. But I'll talk to my boss.

These guys here. These guys. It's always the same. It's always more.

You going to the Gophers on Sunday?
Oh, you betcha.

You wouldn't have an extra ticket?
You kiddin'?

Well. He's never done this before, but seein' asit's special circumstances an' all, he says I can knock $ off that TruCoat.

One hundred? You lied to me, Mr Lundegaard. You're a bald-faced liar.

Bucky, please.

A... fucking liar.

Bucky, please.

Where's my goddamn chequebook? Let's get this over with.
Where is it?

One Man Band

Pixar short was good --- with the perfect character looks, especially of the little girl -- well-wisher

After the movie -- Charlie was actively playing with his Lightning McQueen (not Steve McQueen) to the delight of others who didn't have one. He pulled back the gears and let it fly off surfaces and crash thousands of times. Not only did he like this, but his sporatic audiences of children -- wathcing gleefully the antics of Car of Hazard. Some wanted to play with the car as well, but Charlie was less obliging, but noted to us all that one child (boy) returned it to him, say, "Here's [your car]. There.", which Charlie imitated.

Cars by Pixar

The friends with whom I saw the movie would contend otherwise, but I would rank it as, okay. It had "Hell" in it, though quickly stated, moderately muted tone ... no too bad, but mixed with 25 minutes of adult reasoning scenes, boring to kids --- I think that the pre-release should have been shown to kids to gauge target audience attention and interest. While the rolling back through time was neat for adults -- boring for kids ... the neon lights like Vegas, would likely be lost on kids, as well as V8 cafe

Cardboard stereotypes weren't bad, as they weren't belittled, but made for a simplistic view of the persons/characters for each store, though little is known about the firetruck, apart from quick-to-cry, sheltered, quiet, never speaking -- acting only in concert with others.

Monsters, Inc. rocked, Cars, rolled along too slowly sometimes.

Last night

Monkeyjack's dogs were loose ... in manner and in location. They ran rampant, chewing whenever they could, whatever they could. In the few moments when they were apart, they were a little settled, echo lied down, interestingly on a toy

lying down ... slowly, slowly, [squeak] down.

Your dog squeaks?

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That would explain why his sister wants to chew him all the time --- ears, tail ... legs --- where's the noise maker?

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the above shot is taken during "training", to which Echo is taking very fast, well.

Monkeyjack photographs butts

I read that Dave got his camera with butt pictures and Monkeyjack got butt pictures. I wasn't aware that I was part of this "game". Butts -- and those taken were either out of focus or ... well, not butts that fascinated me.

Germanfest; went there, did that

The light import was Bitburger, at $9 a pitcher -- rip off. The food, however, was a good price. MR referred to the German potatoe salad as bacon flavor with mild vinegar and bacon (yes -- lots of bacon flavor). The music was medium level, while the crowd was loud. The parking was annoying, but MR and I lucked out and got a place in the nearest lot. Interestingly, perhaps before MR sent a pic message to them, Cerpicio and Paula, Monkeyjack and Charlie, and even Jeffy and kids were there. We called it an early evening and watched an episode of DS9



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The episode implied vigorous -- injurous sexual behavior of Klingons. Apparently, they felt that merciless brutality was integral with sexuality.

Personality in bottle

Jim Groce would be proud ...

I was at Germanfest ... and low and behold, I have a personality ... hidden, tucked away in a bottle.

Goofy -- not quite stupid, "illin'" character emerged .. dare I say, interesting?

possibly related to reality

for twenty minutes I spent midway between sleep and conciousness: foolishly I tried to develop this to think and understand. I am not yet accomplished, but am a little better at this messy phase of remembering dreams, still vaguely aware of the surroundings.

I dreamt of walking in a lake, the shallows wonderfully weedy with tiny marks on the submerged leafs, frogs eggs, hints of fish -- thinking of life abounding, then
muted blue sky (partially remembering a poor picture I took with a camera; part of the roof making not a square shape but rather a rounded trapezoid) with a yellow dandelion next to a seeded fluffy, white puff dandelion; then
songs indistinct, floods of rainbow colors (not rainbows), then
my hands manipulating something ... control; then
voices, then
smells of summer, the lake -- knowing that there was an all-wooden pier next to me, a metal rowboat there too
I was supposed to do something

asleep

wake -- wondering what? How long was I asleep -- 12 minutes.

At this same time, I was aware that I was resting, lying on my back -- on bed, blue walls, dark room, I hadn't dressed for bed, instead wearing jeans and shirt smelling slightly of smoke due to a person who chose a conversation with me was a smoker -- I knew I was free thinking -- dreaming, yet could rationalize/reason ... why would I ever smoke pot if this is how my mind works -- madness, dwelling in bizarre random images, only slightly in my control, more just experiencing a carnival booth ride (closed trailer with parnoramic screen and moving seats)

I'm thankful that it wasn't interactive with bladder dreams and water spills -- eww!

on wings of whims

"I took the harder path" says the sinner, bandit Good, Bad, and the Ugly
No so -- as you willingly put yourself in subordiantion to your desire and momentary passions, it is easier, as you make no decissions at all, but rather allow the "passions" drive you onward -- beast of burdon, ass really, to the selfish anger or id.

Later still, having no will, you wonder why your life is now hard, as you have enslaved yourself, incapable of freedom for you savor your delegation to the other -- the sinful path you choose.

Gosh -- preachy, huh?

Anyway, I was thinking that haven been given choices often, I can see where I took blame as I didn't allow my passions to overcome me, and found waste where I took no active role when following my passions. The path lies between -- unmotivated passionless person or passionate, reckless, irresponsible person -- well better to stay clear.

Poker playing

the last time I played poker for money, I should have played it like Origami --- so many folds that you protect yourself. Instead, I entered into a desert isle ... no bluffs to be seen or found. Serious or unintimidatable. On some occasions, high-low games (highest and lowest split the pot) I placed first, but most often third -- invester getting not benefits.

Strange days

Sad that a person's death leads to joy in others ...

Abu Musab al-Zarqawi killed. Like Cerpicio, I strongly believe that within moments, the head of destruction will be replaced. When the mob is altered with the don killed or imprissoned, the mob doesn't collapse, but another head emerges. So true with most organizations.

Conversation with a sociopath

I was reminded yesterday of a person with whom I briefly worked who was a sociopath. It is indeed rare to finally indetify one, as their ability to convincingly lie is years/decades in development and mastery. I was younger, perhaps more naive', but his tales fooled many people, including at least three women, with whom he sired children. Sociopaths don't raise kids. Strangely, at nearly the same time of his being there, then leaving not to be seen again, I was reading a book on Arthur Shawcross; a fairly convincing liar and near-sociopath. I used to read true crime books.

I thought the author went too far in covering the defense lawyer's attempts and successes in blaming not the client, but rather cirumstances surrounding the client -- anything but guilt. In the end, the lawyer got him tested as being a double-Y person; yet he exhibited less than half of the symptoms. His planning and methodical nature and liar, belied the underscoring of double-Y syndrome, including no dynamic sterility, size differentiation, but did show sub-par cognitive development, impulsivity, environmental (self-reported --> little reliability) intolerances. This being the case, one would wonder why he would trek across a field in winter to defile and mutilate a long-since deceased victim. Reportedly, from this liar, he consumed parts, generally genitalia, from victims -- nine prostitutes. His early child victims supposedly suffered no significant post mortem damage from him, except for minor abrasions and cuts from his hiding of the bodies.

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Back to the sociopath with whom I spoke. To augment others' estimation of him, he was a combat veteran who had slain a few people in the army, never divluging information useful to verify it ... convenient. In his glorified, self-improtance, he corrected me in my assumption of sniper rifle usage. While I was there, he seduced (like it would take much effort) a fifteen or sixteen year old worker there. The parents weren't too happy with the involvement of their daughter with him, but since he was the father -- he was "brought in".

Later, when his callous nature was better revealed, they found, through P I s that he was not in the military, nor had any real long-standing job, that he was older than he reported and that nearly everything that he spoke was a lie. I think they got little to no money from the notorious S O B.

I found him to be engaging and putting on aires of intellectuality, but he was cunning only -- not smart. His charisma carried him where is intelligence could not. It was a learning experience.