moor bweifing

I got a call ... "we need to talk about when to start and I have a couple of questions."

I'm happy to get the call, but "more briefing", it's unclear what wasn't said. I had hours with these fine people. I hope that the questions are insignificant. I also hope for the following:

I am offered position
Agreed salary is correct
it works out for all parties
my car survives the next few weeks
my life and heart stop skipping beats

Good use of space

Welcome. This is in Lafayette, IN

What had been Shoe Carnival is now a "soul carnival" of sorts.
At least the colors make it look festive.

reflection of the past

In my late teens and early twenties I had a schtick (ha ha) about saying, "Why that's my [male genitalia]". My (think "OPP song") joke went on and on. I applied it beyond logic. So, now long in disuse, I bring back the 'my member' joke.

What's that on the roof? Why, that's my member. (read matter-of-factly and knowingly)

lounge act

Cheyenne, it appears really hates to be on the sofa, near people. Monkeyjack used her as a pillow for a short while.

insert your story here

Here, we have a scene. Generally, I would be the one to warp this but I'll give that opportunity to others this time. The question is, what is really going on in this picture?

bad drink

bad drink
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I poured a tall glass of gas treatment, then found it was for cars. What a way to start a night.

News Damnit!

I was talking with MR and he suggested that MSNBC was slanted more than even CNN. That was surprising as I thought it was more evenly critical. There is no American media that isn't on one side or another of the teeter totter of bi-partisan politics, so you have little choice but to get sided. He mentioned a TV program with some guy. I quickly interjected that I don't watch it, I read it.

Today I thought about what the difference is between reading and seeing. There is a great reason why news wants you to watch. First, you see advertisements which pay bills and make them money. Second, seeing and hearing is more personal. You feel almost engaged in a conversation, but you aren't. You are still the passive listener. Even, like zealot fans jeering the game, if you argue with that person -- what's the point?

I read the news. I can read other sources and scrutinize and better extract the important, factual work. There is no "evil theme music" online or print. There is no animated bombs or bouncing faces with text. It is more difficult to influence you without the deceptive media (intentional or otherwise).

Entertainment news should have the required label of not news, but "gossip". Paris Hilton seen reading three pages of middle-school level book --- more news on E!.

How to disable TiVo

Take away the remote. There were the five adults wandering around the house desperately looking for one remote. It flatly didn't exist anymore. The likely thieves, the puppies, were innocent. After twenty some minutes, Monkeyjack shoves his fist, once again, into the sofa cushions ... he felt something hard. Like pulling Fat Albert through a manhole, he held aloft the Excalibur ... TiVo remote. The TiVo is completely useless without the remote.

The lost remote was found near the cushion, "it wasn't me ... wasn't my fault" where Lori sits. Despite claims of innocence, the evidence is against her. There is no penalty, but she, Amy, JJ missed out on valuable time to watch Ghost Whisperer ... TiVo-less.

JJ later comfessed that it wasn't really her show. I know that it isn't my show either. It is a woman's show and there's where I step away. It will likely air on Oxygen or Lifetime later.

bad means good

James Caviezel, who played Jesus for Mel Gibson seemed to be limited on roles. Now he can divorce himself from Gibson with irreconcilable differences, but lacking palimony. You'll get to see him in other movies. I guess the nice thing about the growing intolerance is not having to deal with 8% of the lunatics. While the other 92% are still around, we at least shrugged off some of the louder Hollywood asses.

Rememeber boys and girls, if you ever do anything bad, blame drugs. Even if you haven't done drugs in a while or ever, blame them, then you are free from guilt. Oh, the alcohol did it. Oh, the drugs did it. I really don't feel that way ... it was the drugs, they made me do it or say it or write it.

Don't think less of me because it was the alcohol. While I too, have been an ass while I was drunk, I have been blessed by friends who haven't called me out on it. "You were a total ass when you drank" is what I should have heard. Herein, you have a compassion for those around you. I suppose there is the difference. If all the world is your stage, then you get the limits of compassion and aggression from everyone you show.

If you're afraid of being an ass ... don't go public; don't go into entertainment.

To my friends,
Thanks friends for putting up with a dilligent ass, putting my best foot forward into my mouth.

World Trade Center

I'm not a good American here when I write, "this movie wasn't very good". While it showed the trauma on a body when a building is slowly crushing people, it is for drama purposes only. I'm not a big fan of Nicholas Cage and you get to hear quite a bit of him. He and his partner are port authority officers and the story is really about a small team that enters tower 1, it colapses, crushing many ... you see the slow death and terror of a building on people. The story is not much on the towers themselves or other people per se. You see the families of victims, but mostly the two families of the two "featured" officers.

It was better constructed than Ladder 49, but was mostly drama. I thought it was something different, so I was disappointed with it. I guess if you watch it expecting nothing, you'll be surprised to get "something". The acting is, so-so, and the ultra drama of how does this affect our relationship. That to me, seems, chick-flick. You know, if I'm trapped under 300 pounds of rubble, my knees broken and only my bust exposed, I wouldn't think deeply into relationship issues. Gosh, if I die, how will that help or hurt my marriage? That's a stupid question. Never once was it, man ... I wish I could be with the kids again. You knew Cage's character he had four kids, but you really only saw two.

Peña's character had a dispute about an unborn child's name, Alyssa, no Olivia, and again. That was the nagging question in his mind? I've never been at death's door, seeing a glowing Jesus carrying, what looks like a water bottle. I would like to think if I were dying and really nothing could stop it, that I would think about what I'd like to do if I could remain around the people I love. I don't think I'd continue arguments about names, numbers, dates, politics. I'd be angry and sad that I would like end my time on Earth and would then only be able to watch them and not able to interfere -- helping in my own flunky way.

Strange as it is ... World Trade Center is 64% chick flick. That is how it made it through the gamet of would-be and batting cirlce protesters.

and a word about genitalia

When children grow, they often openly discuss genitalia for they don't find it offensive. There is no taboo rating on it, until a "magic" but random age when "let's not talk about that, shall we ... it's rude". Until that time, you can hear wonderful stories about kids noticing differences in mommies. "She is taller", "she's got a bigger butt", "she has big boobies", might be some talk of the children.

Last night, a couple of event really will not soon leave my mind. A less-embarrassing event was Jared's, "I don't want them (the dogs) to smell my 'pee-pee'". I understand that later he was worried that they might bite it.

Both Jared and Charlie were armed with nerf-like guns that fired a nerf dart with suction cup. They had fun firing at each other and then at other items. The game got "great" when they hit the wide target of my butt, not once but repeatedly. "Ow! Ooh!" I complained, as if hurt. They giggled having shot me in the "bum ... the bottom."

They each tried to circle around and circle a more vital area that I sheltered with hands and a criss cross. Earlier in the evening, I was battled with lightsabers, swords, and random toys flung at me. One item was a lightsaber, that from a lofted bed's height to my fallen-on-floor position, landed square into my groin. I was lucky that it wasn't that heavy and it didn't have much speed.

I was also "sliced" and stabbed in the "balls". "Balls" was quietly voiced. It's funny, because Monkeyjack, in whose house this was happening, has a little story of saying "balls" quieted. The story is, though, "have you ever noticed that [Monkeyjack] lowers his voice when he says balls?" This was when he was young and his mother, bless her heart, despised vulgar language. Better still, I heard "lowers his voice" and followed up with a more baritone version of the "balls" not necessarily quieter. It stuck.

To finish off the genitalia stories ... sorry, Monkeyjack, you can write about it later -- better, there is the story of "adult game".

The two dogs there are brother and sister, both fixed. They have tons of energy and would tear the house and each other apart in their play and dominance fighting. Charlie saw Echo humping Cheyenne and later recalled to Lori that he saw them doing "adult games".+ Jawdrop and stunned. Both Monkeyjack and Lori, separately want and don't want to know what he means. Charlie exaplains what he saw and then says no more.

Oh ... fudge (the other word, perhaps more appropriate)! So, nearly a day later, either he submits an amendment to his statement or he is asked again, he suggests Conga dancing, like at weddings and the like, as the "adult game" they were playing. Whew! Otherwise, the TV programming they anyone watches will have to step back from PG to G, I suspect.

There is another story, far more embarassing, but I will hope that Monkeyjack sometime writes about it. It is a guy thing gone wrong. Boys will be boys will be boys, and then you have a situation, a mess, and the lesson was learned by incident rather than lecture. I might much, much, much later write on "pee pistols". It's a guy thing ... nothing gay about it, just embarassing.

+ Monkeyjack later revised it to, maybe "human games". Charlie once stated, "girls play with dolls; humans play with games." So there is the distinction between humans and girls.

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There's something in the way I read it ...

Let's see ... I could be a three year-old teacher. That's baby Einstein or Baby Genius (es). I could be a complaint leader -- man, would I rock that job! I could also be the manger of the Chicago Sox, or maybe not. What a wild, wild day.

Robots

Robots, while having some interesting quotes, didn't entertain me. It had some bugs to work out of it. Bolts to riches story with robots and evil villians. Follow your dream, but you probably, like me, won't watch this movie twice.

Thanks to MR, I got to see this movie. Thanks for the beer MR!
We later watched COPS and HOT PURSUIT. Sadly, there weren't too many suspect deaths, despite their aiming at civilians and officers.

Police get combat training

Well, that's how it should have been used. Police in Washington find a transient's bunker. They believe he is responsible for the knife-point rape of an eleven year old girl. I believe that the police should have kept him in his hovel and shouted, "Fire in the hole", before dropping in a few flashbangs, tear gas, and incindary devices. Like groundhog Salem ... if the perp comes out of the hole, he's guilty. If the perp stays in the hole, he's innocent for six more weeks.

Breakdown

Boston, the East Coast San Francisco is defending a school district that, in one class, read to the class "King & King", a tale of a gay prince who seals his marriage to another prince with a kiss. It was one of, supposedly, many other instances of "diverse" teaching. I wouldn't call that diversity, that's gay! Why anyone would jump on the bandwagon and defend the school and teachers on that one goes beyond me. "Heat, oxygen, fuel", huh? Fire, that's what I suggest.

An Allentown, PA school covered up a rapist, allowing him to continue to attend the school and rape other children. Now, who you gonna call? I suggest in this case that anyone who knew -- prompt and instant firing. Administrators -- fired, fine, case aided in civil suit action. By some state and principality laws, the administrators who allowed the rapes might be eligible for rape counts themselves, in that they facilitated the rapes.

New Mexico sex offender is released two weeks after conviction, later enters middle school dressed as police and carrying weapon. Hmmmm. Is this person safe? Let me debate it ... no way in the world is this guy safe.

Hmmm the year of the porn arrests is not yet over and for that I am quite thankful! Arrest them, shoot them, request of the families what they want done with the bodies. Taxpayers should not have to pay for these people and will they ever be safe ... uh, no. As for the gay teaching in Boston, I'd suggest you get the blank out of Dodge.

I suppose next they will read from timeless classics like, "Village People", "Daddy and Earl Go Fishing on Weekends", "When Rick Stays Over", "Mommy and Betty Make the Bed", "Mommy Knows Carol Likes Spoons", and "Daddy, Daryl, and Daryl".

Homicide book review

Homicide Special by Miles Corwin. It is interesting that the Special Unit was set up, but failed later on due to lack of recent experience. This team was responsible for the OJ case. After that, they made some changes. The book includes profanity from the dialogues between detectives and suspects. The work, while interesting, is not good case work. It is for entertainment and choppy. The cases are a bit hard to follow, for it is written as if it were a TV serial (soap opera). While good for entertainment for some, I like more non-fiction, more science than this offers.

If you like fictionalized life with case-based studies and mild biographies on some persons, this is a book for you. Mind you, in deals in murder and rape cases. I was not impressed.

Today, I guess my message was

You push it, and in some cases much too far.

I purpose

that we build what I call a "La-ser" and threaten to point it at the North pole and put a hole in the ozone layer unless the nations decide to ...

Oh, give me a friggin' bone here people I've been frozen for 30 years.

job that matters, that I can't do

on-site work at home for women and children. Somehow, I don't think, as good of a person as I am, that I'll be chosen to work with families escaping men.

Well don't that beat all! Here we take the good time to wipe out every last bit of husband/boyfriend and they appoint some manager who's hairier than than my old husband/boyfriend.

Gosh, Ms. Taggert. I sure hate to see you all riled up like this. How would it be if me and the girls were to shoot that man dead.

Well, that might help.+

+ dialogue courtesy of Blazing Saddles