Saturday, July 29, 2006
Evil chages dialogue
The graphic work here and the text are so small, you'll have to click the pics to read.
Top: Man walks into the room and finds a drunk woman and knows just what to do ... steal her drink. I was considering putting in her statements of, "I put a cigarette out in it"* but the bubbles were fixed poorly for that.
Bottom: The dialogue was changed drastically, but based on the opening panel of a woman with an open open-shirt talking with a reservationist or porter. Either she would be a "lady of the evening" or neurotic/psychotic. I chose the latter.
* from Terminator, Detective to Detective (Lance Henriksen and Paul Winfield)
I wound up not calling this place
Not only was she under the dellusion that I was perpetually "16" and petit, but also that I was a girl.*Like the the "employer" would age the age ... HA!
* paraphrased from Christmas Story
felonious act: "Killing in the name of" *
I feel complacent in actions of others, yet feel justified in others. Taking and swallowing this jagged pill, I'm a bad and poor Christian. I'm also a pragmatist in that, I'd proactively act, rather than deal a person afterwords. I will use the recent Indiana sniper as an example. The boy, hopefully tried as a man, got angry about deer gutting, "is it deer season, I didn't think so", and went on a shooting spree, targeting unknowns.
Now, is it likely that this boy would act out violently again as a "legal" adult -- certainly. No psychologist in the world could rightly say or write that this aggressive boy wouldn't be a danger to others. I would use this person as an example of the fatality waiting to happen, when a man strikes out violently, supposedly to family's great surprise. "Gee! I didn't see it. I knew he had a temper, where he ran over mannequins when he was petrubed at work, but I never thought he was violent."
Society lucked out here, sadly not before one man was killed and other persons injured. I don't feel ill or poor in my "faith" in condeming him to die. He is not elligible for execution because of plea bargaining, in that he confessed in exchange for life.
In the end, as a neo-socialist, I would sacrifice rights in favor of security. This sounds communist or is it? How many people are willing to let the government wiretap in order to save our nation ... many! I am confortable in my own crimes, not being charged or convicted of these daily crimes, yet -- I can't say that arresting me and charging me would be unjustified. My crimes I shall list on a later post.
* Rage Against the Machine
sleeping with the friendly
Ah, the curse of being a light sleeper. The benefit is ... smaller/lesser chance of successful robbery or sneaky disturbance of any kind. Since I don't have pets ... that works out okay. The cat, the family used to have at one point would generally choose night as the right time to wander -- especially outside.
"Hey, wake up", meowed the cat. If that didn't work, he'd step on your face and gaping mouth, assured to wake you. "Hey, while you're up, could you let me out? It's been ten minutes ... there aren't any critters I can pounce right now, I'd like in ... meow, [scratch forever] meow!"
Dogs get used to a person's schedule a little easier, roughly finding that better bed time, as it doesn't help them to be lively with no human to play, so they turn into a 1st shift, 2nd shift or 3rd shift dog. Cats, I don't think, have this ability or interest.
Pets do keep you healthy through mental acitivity, physical acitivity and emotional bonding -- better than TV, but you can't choose the channel.
neighborhood stereo bully
He's smokes, he drinks, he plays his stereo loudly ... he's my neighbor. You can't pick 'em, and don't dare join 'em. He's not without good qualities, but the smoke going into the AC daily -- aggrivating! The stereo, bothersome, but I hope, with higher gas prices that he turns off his ruddy truck more often, therefore more likely to also off the stereo. It is the urban thing to do -- have a stereo on wheels.
I used to deafen myself and others with my music, but I think that my inferior (stereo envy) systems in all of my cars have all been well surpassed. I think the cicadas each excel my vehicles' music by 12 + Db. Anyway ... irksome. I don't mind so much the afternoon or morning or mid-evening thing, but the 1:00 or 5:00 thing ... he has to know that more than fifty percent of his neighbors are sleeping at that time.
Betting on work
I have now 8 or so accounts with places trying to get jobs. I review that I've had very few employers read my resume' but my resume has appeared in employer searches. I could drop cash for "get noticed now", but I think I'll pass, as that isn't a guarantee for a job. It's odd that I should pay an employer to hire me. What kind of unnatural order is that?
I now more frequently get, "[we] noticed your posting and invite you to this 'exclusive' meeting at these times. This is an excellent marketing opportunity for the 'right individual'. Our people, on average* earn $45,000 - $90,000 the first year."
What I'd like is a chance not fluffy, hooey, or more stinking sales ptiches for a person, myself, seeking a friggin' job!
After reading the paragraphs of ambiguities you're left with, WTH? I hit the link and there, a questionaire, which is really what the persons hired would be doing, getting info about people: name, address, email, interests, other bio info the person was stupid enough to dispense. I think, laterally, the Nigerian prince might be as likely real as this database dump.
* be weary of stats. Example: on average of "our people" could be sample of top 15 performers in booming Seattle, Washington, 2001; or similar.
Sound on
My sister, though violently ill from being put under, is better today. She called this morning and she is naturally displeased with her stomach, but okay. I hope she naps. She had to allay her daughter's fears of great illness in favor of more rational and reasonable outcomes, in that she'll make it. Keeping up her spirits, she now has a card indicating her metal inclusion or her new bionic status. Does she now have super hearing or fantastic balance? No. She has that which she had twenty years ago, being average hearing and subpar coordination. She is, however, better.
Glug, glug, glug. Let's finish the cup.
Wherever I go, I bring the Civas with us. I now know why CVS does and former chain Hooks pharmacy did carry alcohol. You don't use Chivas to clean wounds, but to wipe memories clean. A family member is plunging into the world of Alcohol For Dummies. If that person were a robot from Futurama, I might understand, but being human -- I feel it is the tail end of suicidal out.
I think I'll eat an olive at the end of the year, in remembering that person who may see 2008, but doubtful 2009. "So, here's to all the pencil pushers, may they all get lead poisoning."
I found a message in a bottle, on it was written, "stop".
Friday, July 28, 2006
chemicals win
My sister had minor surgery -- ear, and took terribly to the anesthesia and was puking all night. My experience was much the same in that I had 5 days of puking, so that I was dehydrated. I hope she doesn't have the same reaction. According to my brother-in-law, she took ninety extra minutes to stir from the anesthesia and keep away. My, oh, my what a wonderful day, a 92 degree Saturday she will have.
On the light side, I got to entertain my neice, who otherwise would have been alone. Out of poker with four, I lost the largest amount and the most often. Thankfully we were using chips and not money.
namesake
My grandfather, after whom I'm named was a car salesman. It would be just too ironic if that were my end job, smoking -- virtual chimney, drinking whiskey instead of water and dying of three types of cancer. Hmmm, I think I'll not favor the cancer, any of them and not really interested in selling cars. My father reminded me of the silliness that his wife, my grandmother naturally, didn't know how to drive until she was forty or fifty some years old. How unbearable is that?
From that set of patches, you don't get a quilt, but rather my father's patchwork mind of logic with missing pieces, and cleverness without much creativity. I was blessed with unambition, general stupidity and a soft heart which is growing tougher and stone-like every day.
I shall not be famous and am okay with that, but I'd rather achieve more than MDH I, though he never knew there would be a second, dying before I was born.
Declined
I have yet to photograph a mural on a building. Sadly, this well done work is on a strip club. I noticed it while going to a restaurant. My neice was on the correct side to make the shot, but declined to take a photograph. Hmmm, I wonder if it's something to do with the smut? Anyway, she had a slight headache and is presently overly light-sensitive. I don't know if it is biologically or chemically based, or just a thing that will pass (most likely).
Daniel Radcliffe, of Harry Potter fame supposedly will perform in a play+ that has some late teen and adult themes to it. Sadly, there seems little to stop this poor kid from stripping, as part of the role, nude and have sexual climax while riding on a horse. What a sad bit. Scarier still, Richard Griffiths will be in the play as well.
If they were to offer Emma Watson such a role, I would hope that she'd have the good sense to decline. I know that many people worked like mad to get the Olsen twins to be naughty, but they had the right people around them to shield them from the weirdos. Perhaps Emma also has such people and a good-souled (rather than souless++) publicist. I mention this because women and girls are more often approached than are men.
Rupert Grint, underated in my POV, hopefully is and will be wise enough to stay clear of that. Later in life, he could do The Full Monty, which never showed genitalia and featured adult men, comically filled a void for the year in entertainment. That's a good bit different than sexual gratification from riding a horse, a beast the main character favors sadistically injuring. The whole thing reminds me of the so well declared Corpus Christi that the only ones who would go to it are those who aren't offended by the content -- leaving only bisexual antheist uh ... ah, yes, Hollywood and Sundance.
+ courtesy of MR, who reads FOX news, which covered the story.
++ what is the going rate for a soul these days. I believe I sold mine decades ago and am genuinely much ashamed for it.
poker chips -- mine
I deal it because it is simple and others like it. It gets a bah-humbug from me!
Free or charge -- AOL is hell
Supposedly AOL is considering becoming a free service. If that's enticing to you, well ... I have this island for sale and I work with a Nigerian prince generally. That's like free toxic waste. chances are they'll make it for new subscribers only.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Snoop Doggy Dog of blogging
coming up with mad insane crap every single day -- hey! I did a blog because my mind is ablaze, ya. Not cuz I hate ya, but cuz I'm insane by nature. The ODD man, will only see me man!
I'm sure had I been born in the 50's, I would have been the Old Insane **stard. OIB. None of y'all better look at me funny, huh! Here's the wack -- now give me my money!
Terminator me on razor table.
Which fictional character represents me well? I guess Pondo Sinatra from Party Animal who was told why they call it **ssy*1, and spent the movie trying to acquire it through any number of means. Typically the underdog wins, but in this -- he dies in his dire attempt to acquire the one pure axiom. Reall, required viewing, the movie's tabbboo drug scene is Airplane level of over-the-top with a garden trowel for prepping and "cutting" the lines--really short mounds of coke.
*1 Naughty By Nature's OPP
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And now for something, completely different: foley artists.
Robin Harlan is a foley artist ... did work on Party Animal -- thanks IMDb. Ah, the nearly lost art. In the early 20th century, hey had performed while watching the action on a screen. Now, they don't worrry so much about timing, as that it fixed in editing, but hats off to this nearly lost art!
Many must suppose that they haven't heard of such a critter -- mythos like the minotaur, but not so. Blowout, uh ... with Travolta, involved a sound recorder, but that's not quite it. A folly artist matches sound to action, like punching a roast for fist fight sounds. I wouldn't doubt that Nightmare On Elm Street relied heavily on these folks.
Scratch, scratch, scratch ... do you hear destiny, history, or rap?
Sinful sot
I was driving carefully last night, seeing the glowing eyes of wandering animals and being too slow to capture on camera the none-too fast raccoons crossing the rural road. I wasn't cautious enough and crushed and crumpled a sad little oppossum. I knew I hit something, but was unsure what. Stupidly I was thinking ... "I brought my tripod, but forgot the wedge ... go back and get it." It was raining and I dispelled the idea, knowing the rain would worsen. Had I stopped then and got the wedge -- the possum would be alive by me, perhaps dead by another -- to ignorant to avoid cars. I got a few shots in the night, later woken and kept awake by the storm and other issues. A nagging -- a displeasure with accidental killing. I fitfully slept.
Tonight, fewer critters on the road. High jumping toads crossing the road -- welcoming their deaths by leaping high, not far. They were and are summer fodder -- living only a short while, some species longer than others, most dying before mating. And no for a really nasty segue, mating before dying talk shows.
Paternity testing on controversy shows ... "He's the father" where a line of men are tested and found to not be the father. I can't decided which is sicker, the guys sitting elbow to elbow okay with having sex with a loose cannon -- they, themselves complacent biomes of viruses or the female who can't narrow the partner down to a list shorter than five. Some people should not be capable of procreating. That is a sick, sick, sick, scenario.
knack
Lori has a knack of calling me when I can't make it to the phone, restroom, or I'm elbow deep in something, paint, blood, dirt, or something. Today was no exception. She called to tell me that she, Charlie, and I weren't making it to the movie either Ice Age 2 Meltdown ("Food Glorious Food") or Garfield "Tale of Two Kitties".
Meanwhile back at the homestead, Monkeyjack had plans for me to help him set out a boku supply of garage sale hopeful items -- millions, as he described it. Mainly, I was to help him move a sleeper sofa. If you have never moved one -- you are in for a a treat. I have NEVER known one to be comfortable on which to sleep, moving them is no picnic either.
That didn't transpire, so since weather held rain, rain, rain -- good for crops, bad for moving, I met up with MR and watched a little DS9, followed by police video while playing mission pissyouoff catchphrase II. For some of the phrases, they might as well have used Shawn Cassidy for what good they were. If you don't know that one, some of the others you wouldn't know or have a clue as to how to get them to say, "babbadooba" from Eddie Murphy's Delirious.
If you have the "knack" you can do 80% to 30% or likely somewhere in between.
