Well worth the price of admission... parenthood

Lots going on lately but wrapping my head around it is a strain so... something less complicated


It was high excitement at the River’s Edge sports fields this past Wednesday evening(yesterday 11/4/09). The Woodrow Wilson boy’s soccer team faced the James Madison boy’s soccer team. The teams had met twice before, with each team leaving the field with a victory. Now it is the end of the season and these are the finals the winner moves up and the other team does not. With the stage set both teams took the field.

The first half of the game was dominated by the Madison boys who were quick to strike an offensive strategy which was met by a diligent Woodrow Wilson defense. The Woodrow Wilson goal keeper has been the core of the defense all season and this held true again in this match. The keeper fended off an avalanche of first half tries on goal by the Madison team and was busy with well played fast breaks through out both halves of the match. The officials were quick to call infractions in this match and Woodrow Wilson received the only yellow card in the first half of the match. While the officials made many calls, these did not detract from the quick pace of this hard played defensive meeting. Late in the first half the Woodrow Wilson team gained the offensive momentum and never let go, keeping pressure on the Madison team for the remaining part of the night. The Madison defense was also led by their top notch goal keeper, who was equally menacing to the tries on goal by the Woodrow Wilson strikers.


At the end of regulation time, with a 0-0 tie, the coaches met with the officials for a mid field discussion of how overtime would be played. Two five minute halves followed by a 5 to 5 shoot out if still tied. The Woodrow Wilson team kept on the offensive pressure on for both halves of the over time which was fought equally hard defensively by the Madison Team who had a few break outs into Woodrow Wilson territory but were quickly squashed by the defense or daring goal keeping of Woodrow Wilson’s keeper. Both over time halves expired with the match still tied at 0-0 the teams met at mid field and the West goal was chosen as the final setting for the shoot out between the teams. The two goal keepers who had played hard all match now had to continue to defend their territory as they each prepared to face 5 players from the opposing team.


Coaches and players lined up at mid field, the keepers took their places at the goal and the officials set up the shoot out. The whistle blew and at the end of the first attempt Woodrow Wilson lit the score board with a goal and Madison was blocked. The score read 1-0, then 2-1, and 3-2 as both keepers missed consecutive shots on goal. The forth attempt ended when Madison blocked the Woodrow Wilson shot and their goal shot slipped over the fingers of the Woodrow Wilson keeper. With the match now tied 3-3 the stage was set for the 5th round of attempts on goal. Woodrow Wilson lined up their 5th attempt and placed it just out of reach of the Madison keeper. With the score now at 4-3, the Madison team had one final try to tie the match. Every hand had fingers crossed, every player, parent and friend held their breath as the ball was placed on the field. The keeper set up his arms at the ready, staring out of the goal as the kicker lined up the last shot. The official’s whistle blew signaling play, the kicker took his steps to the ball, the last swing back for the kick, and as it was for the entire match Woodrow Wilson’s goal keeper was a great wall in the front of the goal and Madison’s 5th attempt was blocked. Woodrow Wilson wins on points in a match that was played well by both teams and both teams can walk away winners in how this match was played.



Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Blah, blah, blah... still got the OFUC's ... it's not fun

I had a whole rant typed up but decided not to post it because of a censorship issue. I really don’t like censoring myself but it starts much the same way each time. So I’m not posting my rant except in a bit piece which is I’m going in to business as it were and I’ll also need to be changing my name to Don Getz as in Don getz phucked. The business I’m going into is the getting phucked over by karma business. Thus end the rant.

It was longer and really well spoken. I know so how unlike me to have that perspective.

I’ll probably stop self censoring soon but for now it’s not going to happen. Well off to kill people for a little bit. Video game people


That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Short and no point really

What a bizarre day… of course it’s more stuff I can’t talk about but, then again people say how do you do what you do. It pays me and I like living indoors.

So I decided that I’ll stop waffling and do the NaNoMo… I haven’t finished it yet but I keep coming back for it and I do enjoy this.

This morning wasn’t a monstrous fail but it was not a win.

Tomorrow though I have a separate goal and there isn’t a fail option

Then comes the weekend I have so much to do and not enough of me to get hardly any of it completed.

Class night too, so my heads a jumble and no enough time to sort any of it out with any clarity not that being clear usually matters to me. Time to get little ol’ me to bed

That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

HiHo a NaNoMo I go...

The funniest bits are in the beginning of things, they are generally pretty funny at the end of things too. However you don’t generally think the bits at the end of things are all that funny… you know until you can put some distance to between the end and seeing the funny bits.

That has absolutely nothing to do with anything going on in my life at the moment. Funny, huh… as in funny ironic, how you may gain insight or perspective at the oddest times…you know when they don’t apply at all.

In other news…

Stunt-boys soccer team won today and he was in the game for a good part of the second half playing in defense. He did well and got several good blocks and slowed up the other teams advances on his side of the field.

Doodle called yesterday and I had to talk to the principal of the school I attended for my senior year of high school. Thankfully not the same principal. That would have been interesting.


Still in other news…

The NaNoMo thing is approaching and I think I’m going to try again at succeeding in this. While I’ve been not having success at my intentions here lately it is the sort of thing I need to become involved with to make some of the other things fall into place.

I like the idea of NaNoMo and you tube as well. There are some really creative funny people out there and they are doing some good things. You get to be your own entertainer. To tell the stories you want know. So a NaNoMo’ing I shall go

That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

i got tagged

Class night just got off work a bit ago… the t days are my long days.

Oh they do still make and sell Brass Monkey… so guess who owns a bottle? Yup the liquor store does.

My head hurts a bit so I’m doing a lazy bones entry as I was tagged a few days ago by Donna

I’m posting the rules but I’m not going to follow them to the letter

Rule #1:
If you open this you take it. (copy and paste into your notes)

Rule #2:
You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages you and asks.

Rule #3:
Tag 15 people. ** negative... do it if you want.



Q: Kissed someone on your friends list?: Yes
Q: Been arrested?: yes
Q: Liked someone?: Yes
Q: Held a snake?: Yes
Q: Been suspended from school?: yes
Q: Sung karaoke?: never
Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do: all the time
Q: Laughed until you started crying? Yes
Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Yes.
Q: Kissed in the rain? Yes
Q: Sang in the shower? Yes
Q: Sat on a roof top? Yes
Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? yes
Q: Broken a bone? yes
Q: Shaved your head? yes
Q: Played a prank on someone? Yes.
Q: Shot a gun? yes
Q: Donated Blood? Yes.

LAST PERSON...
1. You hung out with? Stunt-boy
3. You were in a car with? Stunt boy
4. Went to the movies with? Stunt-boy
5. You went to shop with? Stunt-boy
6. You talked to on the phone? Doodle
7. Made you laugh? Students
8. You hugged? Stunt-boy

IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...
1. Kissed someone? nope
2. Sang? Yes in my car alone and it’s better that way
3. Listened to music? Yes, that’s why I was singing
4. Danced Crazy? Does car dancing count
5. Cried? No.
6. Liked someone you can't have? yup


25 FIRSTS ....
1. Who was your first roommate? Andy
2. What was your first job? Pin setter
3. When did you go to your first funeral and viewing? I was young with the mat. Gram not sure how old
4. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Douglas
5. When you snuck out of your house for the first time? 6
6. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? New Jersey
7. Who was your first best friend? Kid across the street in the trailer park I don’t remember her name
8. Who was your first Best Friend in high school? Andrew
9. Where was your first sleepover? R M’s
10. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? Buddha
11. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid/groomsmen? The Peacemakers
12. What's the first thing you did when you got up this morning? Pee
13. What was the first concert you went to? Not going to say it’s embarassing
14. What was the last concert you went to? Jimmy Buffet
15. First tattoo or piercing? T = heresy cross on left arm, piercing = ear
16. First celebrity crush? Kristy McNichol
17. Current celebrity crush? Jennifer Aniston
18. First crush? Carol H
19. Current crush? Actually a few people but because I gots the OFUC’s it doesn’t matter
20. First date? Kim
21. First time you tied your shoe laces? Not really sure I remember a not so pleasant experience with that sitting in the trailer in Detroit
22. First pet? a dog named holly
23. First car? 83 Toyota Corolla
24. First joined Facebook- not really sure over a year ago
25. First movie you remember seeing? Bedknobs and broomsticks

Six names you go by:
1. Don
2. D
3. Invisible don
4. King of the Bastards
5. The priest
6. Then if you ask certain people not nice things

Three things you are wearing right now:
1. Tee shirt
2. Jammie pants
3. Wool socks

Three things you want very badly at the moment:
1. For things to settle in my life
2. Intentions
3. keys

Three people who will probably fill this out:
1. Not sure
2. ??
3. ??

Two things you did last night
1. blog
2. Class prep

Two things you ate today:
1. Veggie soup
2. bagel

Two people you last talked to on the phone:
1. Client
2. Doodle

Three things you are going to do tomorrow:
1. work
2. trash
3. Class prep

Two longest car rides:
1. roanoke to Cape Cod
2. Bremen to Munich

Favorite beverages:
1. Coffee
2. Guinness







That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

what are you saying...there aren't any monkeys in an apiary

Oh dear lord I need an editor… or I need to proof read, as I can’t afford an editor. I have so much that I could talk about on here if I were allowed to talk about my work. As in you wouldn’t believe the stuff I could be talking about. No, it’s not one of those jobs where if I tell you I’d have to kill you… I had that one, one time, but they were all about short hair and all that showing up dressed the same as everyone else. You know if they could have dialed it back a bit on the hair that would have been a very cool job. No this one is just I can’t talk about it because it deals with people and things that people do and all that. So you can imagine if it’s about people it’s obviously not fit to be talked about in company, let alone written about.

Then there is talking about co-workers but then that isn’t nice and it can cause the untimely and rather unexpected dismissal from the job. Funny, (funny ironic not ha ha) that its’ permitted to talk bad about people while you are at work (permitted not permissible) as long as you don’t do it to their face. However write about it in a blog and then Satan’s is listed as next of kin on some documentation in your personal file.

NaNoMo is coming up again but I’m not sure if I’m going to try again or not. I may, or I may not, not sure. I have three ideas and with last years fail four. I’ll waffle on about it for a few more days and then decide.

I could talk about my ex but then …well… I’m not going to, not because there isn’t material but because it’s one of the paths and I‘m trying to stay on the path.

I could talk about my current girl-friend …oh yeah that’s right I don’t have one of those. So, well there you go that’s out of the way. Won’t need to talk about that for a while and by a while you know I mean when hell freezes over. You know I don’t mean Hell, Michigan or the ninth layer of hell. Ok that last bit probably sums up why the answer to this topic is don’t have one.

Talking about the kids … well I’ll just gush about how much I love them and well you all know that already. But I really do. I know stop.

That leaves the OFUC… I know it is a wonderful topic. So this morning my good intention had to be used to pave a road. It was early I didn’t argue but without the good intentions I slept longer. I going to insist that I keep some of those good intentions and some other peoples can be used to pave some road way. I’m going to try again in the morning so maybe I’ll have something to talk about and may drop a letter out of the OFUC.

In other news, I think the other one and I share some similar brain chemistry… we’ve been thinking about a lot of the same things lately. I’m saving them for later. You know so I’ll have stuff to talk about.


That’s all for now other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Aren't we missing a season... oh yeah Thyme... such a lovely season

I’m beginning to wonder if these smoking pangs will ever go away. Seriously, over a year now and I still have at least one a day. Desire of a smoke that is, I haven‘t had an actual cigarette. I can even be around it and not smoke. On the other hand when you start something at 12 it’s not like it disappears from your life just like that. I’m not going to be breaking my arm patting myself on the back anytime soon because I quit smoking but I packed on some insulation for the winter. Which I need to get rid of now. I’m not sure how I’m going to do that because like many people the sofa is a really good friend.

Sadly though the sofa and I are going to have to break up. I’m not sure the sofa cares much as bi-polar kitty and the cross-eyed kitty spend a lot of time on the thing and then there is stunt boy. He has his time on the thing too. I think if I just gave up my time it would all work out. But that is the thing I have to figure out what to do to work out.

I don’t like that word I feel like Maynard G. when I hear the word. Maynard G. is possibly the coolest guy not one for working out but then too didn’t have to worry about that so much.

In other news….

Um not to complain mother nature … but isn’t autumn supposed to come between summer and winter.????? May we have some please. I’m not ready for winter.

Thanks.


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Sorry, I can't be clearer it would be costly

In other news….things in my life

Pixies confuse me, which I think I may have mentioned in the previous issue. I’m just not sure what the pixie is saying.

Can’t see the forest for the trees. I see the trees and I see the forest it just may not be the same part of the forest.

Are we supposed to look? Seriously. The jones is what the jones is but please you have to put them away.

I can see things being easy were things different

I’m just not sure what to do with the information.

I know why where I look is the wrong place, it’s because I got the OFUC thing going on, but the hunters who stalk me for the most part bother me and try to hard.

It makes me wonder and doubt my convictions but I try to hold on to them to my own demise and sealing my end

The end will be in much the same way but hopefully not the same manner.

Nearer still it creeps and the ghost whispers in my waking hours now.


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

moron and orange

So the intent of this rant is not to step on any toes or to say that a certain team is not good. I really don’t have an opinion about the team. None.

However, the mention of the team now makes me want to physically upset. I live in Roanoke, which is close to Virginia Poly-technical College also know as Virginia Tech. VT or the Hookies.

Ok if you are a VT grad or like the team you should probably stop reading at this point. Don’t say I didn’t warn you

Since moving to this part of the world not by choice I’ll add as well, I have endured the constantly growing coverage of the VT football team. It is stupidly enormous how much coverage this school actually receives for football. I swear to you it is daily, not just during football season either it’s all the **cking time. 24/7/365

No I’m not over stating facts here. This area has an unhealthy level of interest in this football team. Some people around here actually seriously stated that Michael Vick was a victim in the dog fighting stuff. WTF? Yes I know that I what I said then and now.

Does that mean the Mr. Vick can’t turn things around in his life, no but seriously he was not a phucking victim of anything except his own bad choices and possible stupidity.

However, the coach is a football coach, that‘s all. He may even be a great guy. I don’t want or care to see him on the news every day of the year.

Then the amount of Moron and orange …. Ah … maroon and orange I mean hung up and worn is equally tremendous in the obsession.

Serious orange pants shouldn’t even be worn by prison inmates because it is a visual assault which I believe can have long lasting effects. Inmates wouldn’t wear them if they had a choice and you do so orange pant wearing guys and gals stop wearing them for the love of all that is holy and sane. Even most sane Tennessee fans won’t wear orange pants. I said most.

Now I am ok with a healthy level of team admiration and devotion but if your team looses it’s not the end of the world and if they win it isn’t the cure for cancer.

Even in Huntington (Marshall land) there is a love of the green team but it’s not obsession they keep the level or they did when I was there, the football talk starts in August and ends when the season ends like in every other place in the world…well most other places in the world I know Columbia and England take soccer to a bit of an extreme but … well it’s soccer. The Brazilians even keep it to a healthy level most of the time.

The bottom line in all of this is that VT football is just that football from a college. They haven’t done anything particularly heroic or brave, or special… they just play football.
Yes it’s a diversion, yes you can love your team, just do it during football season and with inside voices when you are indoors.

In other news….

Pixies confuse me.




Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

of C's and Z's

Trouble with seeing things is that you see them. However you don’t always see them and that’s not much trouble.
Trouble with hearing things is that you hear them but you don’t always hear them and still there isn’t much of a loss.
The real trouble though is saying things that are heard and seen.
Larger still is the trouble from saying things when you aren’t looking or listening.

I try to hear and see more and say less. Not jumping into the fray with those who want to wade into the fight just for the sake of being disagreeable.

Not that I’m opposed to the fight, and I will dig in my heels, stand my ground, and fight the fight when there is a purpose and I try to see the outcome of these. Usually I find that more often than not the better thing to do is to just walk away.

It’s not a matter of throwing up walls but not allowing anything else to be taken away. Still the knives are thrust, shots fired, grenades thrown into my life and more. You get up after every time and stand up. You try like hell not to fall down, never let ‘em see you stumble. That is a big weight to carry and you will falter in those darker days.

Thing is how many dark days do you have to have or is it really just night all of the time and the sunny things are really just high power lights, pressurized sodium and metal halide emitting 50K plus candle power into the void.

The thing is standing in a light that isn’t really there blinds you when the darkness falls around you. The good thing about being in the dark though is no one sees it when you do fall. Then you can sit and wait for your eyes to adjust to the blackness then you don’t stumble as much. Still I’m not sure why that is a bad thing, the stumbling bit. We all fail, hopefully we learn, and move on or have other who will help up get back up show us the path. Mainly though the lights are turned off everyone turns away from those in the dark we look away from the pain.

Looking away doesn’t make it go away though it still there. I heard someone answer, you don’t, when asked when do you get over something like that? You don’t. Whatever light you shine in your world to hide the dark places don’t forget to look there sometimes and visit with Phobos and Deimos. If you don’t visit them, they will visit you.

In other news …

This was not what I wanted to write about today … I’m still trying to find the things to say about things about C’s and Z’s

Then too about, lights under doorways, jasmine and steam

Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

green soles

The invisibility of people happens sometimes by choice and other times by having it given to you. Not that it’s a gift you may want but usually the people giving you invisibility aren’t asking if you want it or not. They just give it to you and don’t really much care what you think about much of anything at all let alone whether or not you want what they are giving you.

Being that banishment isn’t really much used any more and because communities are so large shunning isn’t really all that effective. So rendering someone invisible is the only option left.

The trick is finding a way to reappear. I suppose though there in lies the rub. If you can’t be seen, you can’t really see the whole of the world. Being invisible lets you see how so many others don’t follow the rules. Funny that those who follow the least amount of rules expect the most from others and how they follow rules.

In other news …

I want to mention a few things but one of the paths prevents me from doing that but I may at some point.

Stuntboy was a part of his middle school soccer team. It was very good for him and I was very happy to see him happy about something he wanted but CPG tried to talk him of doing.

Doodle is doodle and I miss her and worry and love her and hope.

Still in other news if you haven’t seen the film, The Shipping News (2001) - I saw it a while ago when it was new and have always wanted to see it again and now I finally have. It’s not much of a fast moving film but it is a great film. I may have to find the book and read it now.



Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

I don't know I just started typing

As we quest for the best. We record, track, measure, time and other wise take note of how well people do things. Looking for the best, the fastest, strongest, and every other -est out there that there ever was to be in the annals of man.

Achilles supposedly was the best warrior, or was it Hercules, or Gilgamesh, Beowulf, Lancelot, Attila, and hundreds of others.

Pick any activity and there are lists of who was best or is best or the top of the heap, king of the hill, etc.

However I truly believe the best person, male or female at any activity does it only for their own enjoyment. While they try teach others to do what ever their thing is in the world. However they don’t do this for the money but a for a purity of the form.

These people will be known to only a few, if any, they are not boastful in what they do.

I came to believe this when I was younger. I met a man who beat a known person who is known by the world to be the best at what he does or did. I won’t name the man but will say that he was and I think still is happy, without all the press. Simple in his life and found someone to share that with. He has a happy family. I haven’t seen this man angry a single time. I have seen him become frustrated and disillusioned with how others allow the world to cause disorder, havoc, and negativity all in the quest for the best.

I don’t think this man regrets not being known as the best. I can’t say I know this but I would guess that I do based on how this man lives his life. I wonder too if the other man who is know as the best thinks about this man and knows in his mind that he really didn’t compete against the best. Even the man I know may not have been the best.

Ultimately it doesn’t really matter who, it matters more that does it advance us all. If you does something that makes you happier, it doesn’t matter if you finish last or first. It matters how it effects the rest of what you do. If winning makes you mean and distant to others what did you win. If loosing makes you seek revenge you lost more than game.

Competition serves to move us toward advancements, yet we seem to spin in place or fail to see the value or the positive side of competition.


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

I found a soapbox and stood up on it... I'll be getting down now

Thoughts, time, tasks, tedium and other things have clouded my week, past several weeks. That is why the lack of writing. I guess I got back into the whole self censorship mode and that isn’t a good place to be because every word you type, write, scribble is agonized over and how it will be read.

I would say no more but I know how the gear box works, even if it seems like it doesn’t. I just haven’t figured out how anyone else’s works so mine seems to be broken to most.

Too many thoughts is a part of the problem. I want to get it all out of my head and it all wants to come out at once and that isn’t happening because not much gets out. So I’ve taken to writing thoughts on scraps of paper. Have I got scraps of paper now. A few piles. But they are containable because they are scraps.

So I’m going to hopefully start wading into the scraps of paper and getting stuff out of my head.

We focus too much on excellence really and finding the next best thing. I not saying don’t strive for change. We should always be learning and moving forward but we will fall on the way. Everyone will. However, our rules don’t allow for failure.

We don’t allow for good enough. When did that become a bad thing.

Good enough means it works, it performs a function which is needed it does it in a effective manner, it meets the needs without fail.

That isn’t bad. Without fail. That means success. A win. Good enough.

Yet it isn’t acceptable any longer. Good enough won’t do… we need bigger, faster, stronger, shinier, flashier, prettier, skinnier, softer, more absorbent etc.

Nothing is ever good enough.

Not every one can win, that isn’t a defeatist statement. If someone wins someone has to loose. Yin-yang. You can’t have one without the other.

Not everyone can win, doesn’t mean don’t try. It simply means that you aren’t always going to succeed.

We deal poorly with the yang parts of life in this society. We love then Yin (good) hate the Yang (bad).

We learn, hopefully from our mistakes. However, if you are cut loose, kicked out no longer taught after one mistake. Can we get any better? (rhetorical)

We can’t we haven’t and we look at the mess we are in and like a couple of 5 year olds point to someone else and say he did it.

Not he did it
Not she did it

We all did it. From allowing corruption to go on unchecked, to allowing lies to be sold at truth, to putting greed in front of building communities and strength, to always saying what is in it for me, where is mine, to being not caring about the person next door who has been dead for a week and half.

We all did it.

There is no more time for finger pointing. There is no more time for stupid semantics on policies and political belief.

It is time to stand up and say. No you do not need to do this

It is time to stand up and say. No I will not accept this.

It is time to change things in our society and not to just ask when will it change.

The answer is it will change when everyone gets up off their ass and makes it better. Not for money, not for something in return, not for profit. Just to make it better.

That isn’t socialism, it isn’t communism, or any one xenophobic word you want to attach to it.

It is simply decent to reach out and help, to clean up to make things better and not ask what’s in it for me. Because what’s in it for everyone, is a stronger, a smarter, a better, safer, healthier, and all around happier place, town, city, state country, planet to live.

Have a happy Saturday.

Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

I need a new drug

So the new addiction is a product of dropping the last addiction. Which is the usual expected addiction from dropping the smokes. I have to find a new addiction but cheese pizza is so yummy. Ok cheese pizza may not be the usual pick up from dropping the smokes but the hand to mouth replacement and weight gain is normal. Well normal enough.

On the bright side during the year I’ve been quit I did pick up two addictions following the dropping of the smoking one and now I only have the one.

The other one that I’ve dropped was round cookies and cream ice cream sandwiches. Oh yeah they are so, so, yummy

I can’t even have those in the house any more they are like crack. Crack I tell you.

Seriously, eyes glazed over, geeked out junkie kind of addiction with those things. Yup, yup, you know it I’m an ice cream junkie when it comes to those…it’s the stuffy, stuff of the addiction… I was burning up a 6 pack of them in a day. So yeah not good to have them around. The pizza thing has to stop too

I beat the ice cream one, the smoking one, I can beat the pizza one too. Right?

I really like melted cheese on bread though mmmmmmmmmm

It is so bad for you though.

So I’m working on it I don’t want to quit it all together but I may have to do just that to break the triple threat thing I have going on right now.

Old, fat, and ugly. Yeah, I know it certainly is a winning combination.

I can’t change the fat

I certainly can’t change the ugly bit

But I can change the fat bit… yeah that doesn’t make thing terribly better but old and ugly is just double trouble and not a triple threat.

If you can think of new addiction I can pick up let me know.

It has to be affordable though as I’m not really able to spend a lot on the addiction and thanks Huey for the title.

Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

It started on rubber ducky lane

They were passin’ that baby like a forty at a picnic

And other odd things you don’t hear.

Then there is the joy in the world that I’ve seen and … well we’ll leave it that.

Odd conversation later which I can’t get into but that adds more joy in the world

In the world

Three or four ... four no it's five and one that is way out and a part time

There is beauty and joy

In the world

Jessica Stein is in the world

As is Martha P. too

She is a kin to Harvey’s status from Jessica’s friend

I’ve always thought so too.

I’m not even really sure why it’s that way.

I’m not sure what to think of the news but I do know that

There is beauty and joy

In the world

Where’s that 40

Oh yeah there it is pass it around.

Roll in the mud and stare at the text

I think I need a new addiction my last one is gone and the new one is not good for me.

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Ciao,

Really? Are you Serious?

While reading a news story today I just had to add my thoughts to what this guy had to say. Chris Packham, who claims to be a naturalist has made several statements which fly in the face of what most of us consider to be a naturalist. Thing one that he has said, the Panda just costs too much to save we need to let it die off. Really? You are a naturalist? Let the Panda die off. It is dying because we, the human parasites, can’t control our own population. If you are living in China or India you all need to stop phucking or use some seriously better birth control or birth control at all. Have you heard of Zero population growth. One year of this would do some much to save so many species.

Panda’s cost too much to save? Hmmm I think some times it costs too much to save too many people.

The panda would be doing well if the people on the planet would sort of stay in one place and stop taking up all the land. We need animals, we need forests and jungles to live.

I’m not done with Mr. Packham’s statements.

He also has said he would eat the last Panda so that money’s could be spent elsewhere?

Now I know I said that eating Ostrich would be ok, you know why they aren’t endangered. I’ve even said eating penguin would be funny because they are already dressed for dinner. But that was a joke. Mr. Packham’s statement wasn’t a joke.

Finally something he has said is that it is impossible to save the Tiger because it’s worth more dead. Hmmm

Really, you say you are a naturalist?

Mr. Packham sounds like he has his head really far up in a rather smelly place on his body and hasn’t seen the light of day in a long long time. The thing is that really stupid stuff like this gets picked up by industrialist and run up a flag poll so that other people who don’t think any animal should be saved if it stands in the way of industrial progress can say see we have proof.

To paraphrase / quote Hancock, “All you all in the this mindset are idiots”

I mean if these animals were dying off because they were doing something on their own to die off it would be different. But people are the only reason these species are dying. We need to change our behavior and do all that we can to reverse the damage we have done.

Yes there are a lot of other social woes that money spent on conservation could do but giving up on these fights is what those who don’t care want to happen. With each loss in the realm of conservation, they win more ground. Then more species die, more of the natural world is eradicated.

I’m not going to say save the earth because the earth doesn’t need our help, people need to be naturalist for people. If people kill off the animals and plants we will die too. Soon after wards too

I would rather show my kids and some day grand kids a real panda or tiger or have them know these animals live in the world. Rather than say yes I remember the day the last Panda, tiger, insert any other animal, died.

Wake up Mr. Packham and everyone else. Do one thing that makes the world better every day. Turn something off, recycle something, use reusable things and it goes on.

Save the world to save yourselves not the planet it will survive all our misdeeds we won’t. If we don’t change someday soon, people will be on the endangered species list


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Ciao,

it was like that when I got here

Lots on my mind…
evils of technology versus the good of technology
seeds of revolution and civil war are planted
bigotry and hatred

Too much to say about all of them and not enough time on the other side

Quandaries
Outlets
Ink blots
Oils
Pens
Lists

Songs and solutions

Mail too, too much from what I don’t want and not enough that I do want



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Ciao,

blah, blah, blah and other things that iggy didn't say... no it's not about iggy

Talking to people you find that those talking to you try to find the better thing to say rather than what is actually on their mind. Leaving it up to the listener to figure out the truth. Now I do sometimes in this public forum cloak what I say in cryptic language, double speak and idiom that mean more to me than the reader.

Sometimes purpose of that is that I don’t want people to know exactly what I’m saying because it is more for me to get things off my mind. Other times it is just for fun.

However when you try to say that better thing the person you are talking to can not really reply meaningfully. Then we complain when we get advise which isn’t helpful, that we aren’t understood.

Part of the problem is we don’t always want the people we are talking with to know the truth or the person who is listening takes what you say in a way which was not intended then not giving the speaker a chance to explain themselves.

Listeners have become so offended by what others say they create an environment where no one speaks their mind any more.

I am guilty of this as much as the other person. I do try to practice the idea that if you haven’t got anything nice to say don’t say anything. Peter rabbit principle - also a pillar but I do fail in that sometimes.

But way do we treat those who speak their mind so badly. Well yes sometimes someone telling you about how much they don’t like you with very colorful words and instructions on what to do with things, where to insert them and where said tasks should preferably be completed.

While the horse in hell is probably questioning why you are sweet talking them with a 2 by 4 up your bum aren’t those people allowed to be angry with you even if they don’t have a large vocabulary.

Mostly not, and for those without an expressive gift for language we tack on additional woe or just flat out punish them if they disagree with their opinion or idea which is different.

There is a time and place for saying , what you are saying goes too far. But simply expressing something the listen does not agree isn’t that time.

The truth isn’t always pleasant and sometimes the truth needs to be given slowly

Just some thoughts

In other news …Karma has found yet another way to kick me in the head… YAY! Not.

It is spelled ridiculous and you are asked first - if you can’t laugh about it you might as well lay on the floor in a ball and cry.

Same with Karma and the new improved way to kick me. I know my role with karma and I accept it. I don’t say it can always get worse because then it does.

Still in other news

Batman Arkham Asylum is a lot of fun and stunt boy and I have changed roles in the way we play games now. It used to be he would say dad come beat the level boss. Now he has to help me with this stuff. I contend that video games have gotten tougher over the last 5 years but I still need his help.

Yet still in other news

Doodle is a senior wow time flies by so fast

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Ciao,

Ceiling Fans

Ceiling Fans by Invisible Don 9/7/09

Into her eyes I’ve stared deeply,
Tasted her kiss upon my lips,
Felt her breath against my body,
Our arms were once tangled in the darkness,.

So long ago, but never far from my thoughts.
She is beauty tilting slightly to the left,
As she stares far off in photographs,
Imaging in my heart to what wonder or dream.

Sitting here and looking to the past.
Which choice would have made the difference.
Which one would have kept all the good in my life ,
And which would have led me into your arms

Lying here staring at the ceiling watching the spinning blades
Above me they begin to move backward.
Fixing my focus on a single point in the wheel
It becomes clear that the past is lost

The strumming of the strings,
The timbre of the voices in harmony with the melody.
Ticking clocks and flipping pages marking the passage
In the stars above Eros laughs

Stumbling in my thoughts, fumbling for the words.
To sing from my broken heart and voice
Pushing back the demons of doubt and fear
Searching for a way to say and have it sound sincere

That all the silver, diamonds and gold in the world
Are not worth nearly the joy a smile from you brings.
Finding a way to tell you that I miss you
And long to hear your voice whisper in the dark
Hold me and never let me go


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Ciao,

would you do it for a scooby snack

Cartoon Network had this promo thing called, “how do you think the Scooby Doo gang met“.

Well I have had this theory about how Shaggy and Scooby ending up with the gang.

However I doubt the CN would like my theory.

Shag is one of those guys who started reading philosophy early in life and seeing things that other kids didn’t. Soon he discovered the corruption of corporate world and decided that the better way to spend life was through immediate gratification. He bought the only vehicle he could afford a VW microbus and started out on a quest for the ultimate sandwich. Why on the quest for the ultimate sandwich. Because he needed a way to cure the munchies,

Shaggy as it is much speculated is a chronic, chronic user. Yup that’s right I said it Shaggy is into the 420, the grass, the weed, the ganja, the reefer madness, etc. Little know as well is that Scooby Snacks are cannabis laced as well and that Shaggy created the recipe and despite his distrust of the corporate world he is the primary share holder of the Scooby Snack and thus affords him to be a free spirit and give generously to charitable organization and later to fight the greed of others once Mystery Inc is founded.

In his travels questing for the ultimate munchies curbing combination of sandwich ingredients Shaggy wakes up one day and a puppy is in the van with him. Shaggy accepts the dog as a fate saying he needs to learn some compassion for others and some responsibility beyond himself. Shag does not name the puppy right away but finds that the dog is much like him. Eventually he decided to name the dog Scooby and as the primary share holder of the Scooby Snacks he makes Scooby the mascot for the snack.

While traveling around Shaggy begins talking with Scooby just to pass the time. One day he is driving near a college and Scooby says, OK Raggy. Shaggy utters, “Zoinks”

Shaggy takes Scooby into the science building, where he find the only person there is the every studious Velma. Because it’s a Saturday and the college is playing someone in football.

Shaggy explains that he thinks his dog Scooby can talk.

Velma does not believe this then Scooby says, Scooby doobie doo, and she utters, “Jinxies”

Velma runs some tests which ultimately cause her to be late in meeting up with her friend Daphne for a study session after the game.

Daphne knows she isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but she is no dummy either and knows the best way to improve is to find the best and learn from them so she hired Velma to be her tutor.

Daphne is accustomed to Velma being late because she is caught up in some experiment or volume of text. Daphne goes looking for Velma in the science building. She finds that she is testing Scooby for language skills.

Daphne finds this to be fascinating as well.

Over the next few weeks the four them are hanging out all of the time.

Daphne is despite the glam a trained racecar drive and fine auto mechanic she is also a shop-a-holic

Freddie is the sales clerk in clothing store.

Also much speculated is Freddy being homosexual. I’m not saying he is or isn’t but … I think the ascot if not worn with a military uniform screams I have way too much fashion time on my hands.

So Velma and Daphne let it slip while they are shopping that Scooby can talk. Freddy decides that he must see the talking dog and follows them back to Shaggy’s van. Once Freddy sees and hears the dog can talk he is always around .

Then later in the year near the campus there is an increasing frequency of reports of ghost sightings. Velma wants to check it out and persuades the rest of then rag tag gang to go with her. In the investigation of the ghost stories they find that the haunting stories are all part of a land grab scheme plotted out by a greedy slum lord who owns most of the college rental property. Who once caught utters the phrase, “I would have gotten away with it if wasn’t for those meddling kids.”

Which gives Shaggy the idea to begin Mystery Inc. and the van is given a psychedelic paint job and the nick name the Mystery Machine. Which is all funded by the revenues made from the Scooby Snack profits.

The final remaining question is why is Freddy always driving the van .

Well simple Scooby is a dog who can also drive but this leads to a lot of tickets. Shaggy who does also drive is usually a bit too mellow because of all the Scooby Snack consumption and while he thinks he is driving very fast he isn’t. The cannabis part of the Scooby Snack also explains the constant munchies state of Shaggy and Scooby. And the still unfulfilled quest for the ultimate sandwich.

Velma could probably drive if she had took the time to get a license but she has spent most of her time learning other things.

Daphne as mentioned before is a racer and can’t keep it under the speed limit and face it looks only get you out of so many tickets. So Daphne saves her drive time for the oval track.

Freddy is the only one left and because he is driving all of the time thinks he is in charge but it’s really unclear if anyone is actually the leader but the money is controlled by the boardof directors and a CEO of Scooby Snack Inc and Shaggy is the primary share holder so ultimately it‘s his deal. Why else would it be called the adventures of Scooby Doo.

So there you go there is my theory on Scooby and Shaggy and the gang.


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

yes or no

DA RULeZ

You can ONLY answer Yes or No.

You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks. And believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming as nothing is exactly as it seems.

Now, here's what you're supposed to do...copy and paste this into your notes, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag as many of your friends as you'd like to.

End of DA RULeZ



Kissed any one of your Facebook friends? --- yes
Been arrested? ---yes
Kissed someone you didn't like? --- yes
Slept in until 5 PM? --- yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? --- yes
Held a snake? --- yes
Ran a red light? --- yes
Been suspended from school? ---yes
Experienced love at first sight? --- yes
Totaled your car in an accident? ---yes
Been fired from a job? ---yes
Fired somebody? --- yes
Sang karaoke? --- no
Pointed a gun at someone? --- yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? --- Yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? ---yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? --- Yes
Kissed in the rain? --- yes
Had a close brush with death (your own)? --- yes
Seen someone die? ---yes
Played spin-the-bottle? --- yes
Sang in the shower? --- yes
Smoked a cigar? --- yes
Sat on a rooftop? --- yes
Taken pictures of yourself naked? --- yes
Smuggled something into another country? --- yes
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? --- yes
Broken a bone? ---yes
Skipped school? --- yes
Eaten a bug? --- yes
Sleepwalked? ---no
Walked a moonlit beach? ---yes
Rode a motorcycle? --- yes
Dumped someone? --- yes
Let somebody take the blame for something you did? --- no
Lied to avoid a ticket? --- yes
Ridden on a helicopter? ---yes
Shaved your head? --- yes
Blacked out from drinking? --- no
Played a prank on someone? --- yes
Hit a home run? -- no
Felt like killing someone? --- yes
Cross-dressed? --- yes
Been falling-down drunk? --- yes
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? --- Yes
Eaten snake? --- yes
Marched/Protested? --- yes
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? ---no
Puked on someone? ---yes
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? --- yes
Been in a band? --- yes
Knitted? ---no
Been on TV? ---yes
Shot a gun? --- yes
Skinny-dipped? --- yes
Gave someone stitches? --- no
Stayed up all night to watch the sunrise? --- yes
Ridden a surfboard? --- yes
Drank straight from a liquor bottle? --- yes
Had surgery? --- yes
Streaked? --- yes
Taken by ambulance to hospital? --- yes
Passed out when not drinking? --- yes
Peed on a bush? ---yes
Donated Blood? --- yes
Eaten alligator meat? --- yes
Contacted your member of Congress on an issue? --- yes
Eaten your kids' Halloween candy? ---yes
Killed an animal when not hunting? -- yes
Peed your pants in public? --- no
Snuck into a movie without paying? --- no
Written graffiti? --- yes
Loved someone you shouldn't? --- yes
Think about the future? --- Yes
Been in handcuffs? ---yes
Believe in love? --- Yes

Well I guess I should be _____________with myself on this one. I guess there isn’t much I won’t try but this was a little tame I’m scared to see one that really would put people on the spot.


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Ciao,

...with the monsters

It’s on the shelf with all the other monsters.

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Ciao,

Litter box moments 8/18/2009

Litter box moments.

One of my daily tasks is the scooping of the litter box. What do you do when you scoop the box. Try not to breathe … it is poop. And think. So here are some thoughts from the last few days scooping up after the animals

- I didn't pick out these cats but they live with me, the people who picked them don't ...hmmm scoop scoop

- Who was it that thought it was a good idea to train animals to poop in a box of sand? Of course it’s better than them finding special spots on their own. scoop scoop

- men are seldom given the chance to express our emotions, and when we do we are told to shut up... scoop scoop

- what have you been eating, because I didn’t feed you anything with legs...scoop scoop

- why do we have to win all the time, winning all the time just means someone else is eventually going to come along and kick your ass... scoop scoop

- scoop, scoop the poop… hey they aren’t all deep moments


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Ciao,

... and then we have to talk about it

Hi, In case we haven’t met before, My name is don, I’m karma’s stick pin cushion , whipping boy, prison play toy, can that gets kicked about the neighborhood. Yup, yup that’s me. Pleased to meet you.

I’ll be the one that you probably shouldn’t stand next to in a lightning storm … oh it’s been close. So close I could smell the static in the air. Yeah lightning smells like static like a lot of it. It’s not nice to the things it hits either. I know I saw it kill that tree. CRACK

In other news.

Coffee, a bowl of shredded wheat, veggie burger on the run, grapes, slice of cheese, salsa, corn chips and a banana
OTFM&OSBSITM

Still in other news…

broken hiss
raspy voice,
Steamy, slow, steady riffs
drummer
And denim


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Ciao,

a little less conversation a little more action please, all this aggravation isn't satisfactionin' me

So I was thinking again today, well a lot of days. Nothing really and lots of different topics from the truly mundane and trivial to the deep and meaningful. It’s all relative. Even truth is relative on the telling. Is it the whole truth?

And if there is an omission, was it an intentional and willful omission or was it an oversight as in missing the forest for the trees sort thing.

Not everything in this are my own words, I am intentionally adding the US Pledge of Allegiance and the lyrics from the Fine Young Cannibals song, Blue. What are you daft man! What in the blue blazes does one have to do with the other and your usual running on about the rodents in your thought processors. Absolutely nothing. Just wanted to do it so I did.

The pledge parts have ( around them)
The song part have { around them }

Why? Well it’s plagiarism if I don’t give credit

Oh why in general. Well then an excellent question, and it’s because I can. Which is an entirely acceptable as an exercise in writing but in genetics because you can isn’t a very logical or a very good reason to do something. Bad things can happen then. However, with words it just suggests that bad things are possible and later coming to the conclusion that this was a bad idea and not doing anything about it…well not doing anything more that is to say. It sort of save the whole running and screaming while you watch your friends get eaten by the mutant bunny snapping turtle snake thingy. See it’s a bad idea.

Back to the point pledge and song . So why these two things. Well be cause I want to rant a little bit about the state of the state and not Virginia but the state as in the union, as in the whole of it, our nation and not just the Virginia bits.

Do they say the pledge in school any longer? I think they do at least in elementary school. The thing is bogged down in this whole debate about two words well one word … god. Yup I did the little g intentionally … yes that makes me a blasphemer to some I know I have the tag stenciled on me that says I am a heretic. So

(I pledge allegiance to the flag)

This wasn’t the original wording “my flag” was the original, stating some ownership to the nation which is symbolizes by the flag. Why force a pledge anyway. Spies and sycophants are the only people who willing rush to utter a pledge in the first place and you can trust the spies more because at least you know they are going to put the screws to you. The other group well they just haven’t decided when but it might be now or later or some other time and you won’t know when or why or how. But they will once you’re not the flavour of the month any more. You may not even realize you are not the flavour of the month any more when it happens. I like that spelling better thank you very much.


{ I’ve had a bad day, yeah.
My hometown is falling down, I’m mad about that.
And people there don’t seem to care, I’m mad about that. }

Well my home town is falling down but it’s like a lot of other hometowns dying away and it’s not that that people don’t care but how do you care or fight when it’s take, take, take, and more is taken away. And our leaders divide us up into stupid little demographic groups and say if you are this person, under 35, with an educational level of 14 (means some college) and earn less than 35k and are in a rural area you are probably conservative and will be motivated by stopping abortion, gun rights and patriotic words. However, if you are urban you are for abortion, against guns and patriotic words make you distrust people. Hmmmm.. Bah is what I have to say about that. They spend all this times dividing us up and not doing a damn thing.

I am not cattle, I am not sheep I’m tired of all the poster boy politics and slogan-ism news coverage of issues. The whole time the nation I live in is going to hell in a head basket. Do something. It may not be the right answer but doing something is better than doing nothing and sitting in committee and saying things like well the America I believe in wouldn’t do it that way.

(I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America)

Aren’t we supposed to be united I know I spell badly and have some dyslexic traits but it doesn’t say UNTIED it says UNITED. We are a whole nation not fifty little ones. Although Europe seems to be kicking our butts in pretty much every social arena and they are about 50 little countries.


{ Good god, all my tears
There’s no denying life would be better
If I never ever had to live with you,
Blue - it’s a colour so cruel }

Ok the blue thing doesn’t have to do with political colours or states that word is simply a lyric in the song. Talking about sadness and it fits because the indifference and lack of reality by our leaders is cruel.

And wouldn’t our lives be so much better if the people who were in charge had even a little bit of a clue. I mean really had some little bit of an understanding of poverty and the struggle of the working class in the US, the problems in our educational system, trying to make ends meet on a minimum wage salary.

They all say it’s a matter of choice. Well true but aren’t you same guys and gals selling the “american dream” and putting up obstacles to that path.

Granted I understand the concept of help versus hand out. Give a man a fish you feed him for a day, teach a man to fish you feed him for a life time. Well what if fat cat chemical company dumps all its toxic sludge in the rivers and lakes and kills all the fish? What then? Hmmm. Or allow private businesses to buy up all the rivers and lakes and tell the average guy you can’t fish here anymore it’s owned by big fat cat business man


{ Government has got me wrong, I’m mad about that.
And it makes me feel like I don’t belong, I’m mad about that.
It’s making life a misery, you would have taken the liberty
Government has got me wrong, I’m mad about that. }


We aren’t treated equally, we aren’t governed fairly, we aren’t lead effectively we…


(I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands: )

We are no longer a republic. We have been duped, bamboozled, hoodwinked, run amuck, lead astray, lied to, cheated on, shafted, rammed, sold down the river, laid low, rode hard and put away wet. [Thanks Spike]

“We the people,” means nothing to the leadership of our nation. We the overlords of the masses is more likely the slogan they abide by. We are not even a democratic republic any longer.

We are a party driven, industry based, and not a very marketable product at the moment. The lives of the average citizen are very much similar to the indentured service agreements of the past and just steps away from out and out slavery. We do make a bit of money but we have to give most of it back not to taxes because our services and goods are not effectively regulated. So We The People are sold goods.

We sell part of our lives, the bigger part to our bosses and government. For what?

For them to suck all the use out of you and then once you make a single mistake they can dump you. Without cause.

(one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.")

We aren’t a nation under god, we are divided, our liberty is sold and justice is paid for. I see it everyday. Yes the system does work in some instances but it is by and largely broken. Our entire system is broken. From the top down. It needs a complete overhaul. Listen to the things being said today and then read the stuff written and said right before we mailed that little thing to George and no not the dimwit from texas he can’t read anyway. The other george from back in the day. We are headed the same way if you listen. We are so divide though we don’t see it. The words too divide us.

Those words, under god, divide a lot of people. They weren’t even added until 1954, same year they added in god we trust to the money. Why?

Because the union of communist socialists soviet republics [CCCP/USSR] stated they were not going to recognized religion and tore down/burned a lot churches and Stalin systematically killed millions of people wiping out entire ethnic groups and languages from the earth. Hitler tried and failed but Joey didn’t fail in this effort.

So in an effort to show them and Joseph who in case you were wondering didn’t give a rats patootie about us or that we were a nation who had religion. We would fall by our own had because of our own greed. I’m not saying communism is the answer or that Joey was a good boy because he wasn’t. But back to the point.

We add it to our money and now money is our god? Well for a lot of us …Hmmmm.

Money divides us, god divides us, our politics tell us we different and further divide us

We are divided … and we will die if it continues… by our own hand.

So lets try to stop bickering and do something.

The president is a citizen he was born here, grow the f*ck up and deal with it, we need a fair and equitable tax rate, we need affordable goods and services, we need better health care today not another ten years from now, we need an educational system which educates our citizens so we can be our own leaders, so we can build our own businesses we can make a better tomorrow. You have to tend a garden to make thing grow in it or the weeds take over and sure a few things will live. But if you tend it more grows, the harvest if plentiful. There is an abundance and everyone succeeds.

{ There you go telling lies, it’s no surprise
I say a prayer, to make you care,
You wouldn’t listen
It’s been too long, it’s time you’re gone
Get away from here
I’ve had too much - but not enough
It’s time you left }

We the people, you, me, your neighbor, the kid down the street, the hottie police officer chick in the squad car down the street.. Hey,.. Sorry…. all of us need to stand up.

Tell you leaders make it better. Fix it. Now. Our jobs, our homes, our lives are at stake and if we don’t have jobs it all gets worse.

Do something now and stop acting like a bunch of five year olds in the back seat I’m not touching you with your finger jammed a millimeter away from the other kids nose.

Dear leaders I say grow up, or get the hell out. Maybe we need our own gunpowder revolution without the gun powder. So here it is the pen is supposed to be mightier than the sword write your elected official and tell ‘em what for.

Don’t know how copy and paste it and pick your people

http://www.usa.gov/Contact/Elected.shtml



{ I’ve had a bad day, yeah.
My hometown is falling down, I’m mad about that.
And people there don’t seem to care, I’m mad about that.}


Be mad but use it constrictively.

In other news -
I still don’t like the frog
The troll makes me wanna vomit and finally…
Why?
I think that’s about all for now though if you read this far leave a note plz : )





Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,




PS thanks to the king

Who me?... I'm not him... I just like the same clothing

I remember a saying that I learned in the my time in the air farce, I say that with respect of course just doing my part to confuse the search engines.

Why make things easier for them -- step one of decoding what I’m talking about - search engines are fun to mess with. I don’t do it enough though , you may get an invisible don double secret decoder ring… but only if your extra polite… but don’t say cake. Ever

However, back to what I was saying before, it only takes one aw f*ck moment to wipe out hey that was super duper moments.

Doesn’t matter how much good you do

one mistake and it’s the ax

Why is that? Are we so perfect here in the this world of make believe perfection?

Reminds me of another term from the air force - to err is human to forgive in not Strategic Air Command Policy - there were even pictures with a steel gauntlet grabbing some poor schmoe by the gonads

strategic air command can be replaced with any group, organization or petty little tyrants name.

Ask Mary - she found out that if you call your sister bad things and then oops they lower the really heavy ax

Anne and Jane found out too, I think it was Jane … maybe not, Anne for sure though

She had 3, they say.

They say an awful lot

Marie found it out too but she didn’t say anything about her sister or Mary’s sister either …not sure she had a sister, she did have a rather stupid husband or so I hear … this close to getting away and he mucks it up. Of course she did mention cake …see I told you it’s a bad idea.

Standing on one side of the glass window it’s all golden light, warmth and harmony. Shiny new things that glisten and sparkle and it’s clean.

On the other side it’s dark and wet and there are things crawling ‘round your feet and you don’t want too look to see what it is down there on the ground.

On that side - the good deeds are collected and the slip ups are seen as learning tools

On this side - the good deeds are questioned and the slip ups are used to load the weapons for the firing squad

I’d rather be me than be a cake eating, kool-aid drinking sycophant

I know where I stand and know that I’m not a sell out.

In other news … well there isn’t really other news but there is room for other news.


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

the lie

Blind fold Sir
No thanks but I’ll have that last cigarette
From across the sand
She’ll walk up and light it
Look into my eyes
Then I’ll wish I had asked for the blindfold
She lightly place her hand on my shoulder
Drift to the side to tell me in a whispered drawl that she’ll miss me
But we both know it’s a lie
She says it in a way that sounds convincing
And if the pile of shards were intact
I might actually believe it
Whispered so close that her warmth chills me
Brushing her fingers against my lips
She pulls the cigarette from my grip
I exhale visibly
She smiles then winks at me and draws deeply
Inhaling what feels to be part of me
She leans in close her cheek so close to mine
Her eye lashes graze against my face
She pulls away slowly
A last glance into my eyes
Her finger tips pause again
Just a moment on my lips
The cigarette back to my mouth
Watching her lift her fingers to her lips
Gently presses down and closes her eyes
A second here then gone my eyes close
I breath acrid thick sweetness and her smell
Slowly opening my eyes
She is walking away
A few steps back ward never breaking her gaze
Just before turning away
He hair floating on the wind
Then the thunder



Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

I'd like it better if it had a killer bass line and catchy guitar riff... but that's the pixies thing not mine.

The thing I can’t stand about people who subscribe deeply to some ism or political idea is the utter close minded smugness they display to anything different than their idea. Which really isn’t their idea in the first place it is actually some one else’s idea which they happen to agree with but in reality they don’t really understand the ideology or the ism.

However this does not prevent them from spouting endlessly on and on about how the idea they believe is the only idea in the entire omni-verse which makes any sense at all and if you don’t see things the way they see them, well then you are just an enemy which must be eradicated or worse.

Fear, hate, insecurity, pettiness, ugliness, ignorance, racist, xenophobic, egomaniacal and many, many more words which motivate their cramming these ideas in to everyone’s face.

They make me sick… I want to woof my cookies pass me a barf bag.

I identify myself with an ism but not entirely, I’ve traveled and seen many places, met people who the political machine said were my enemy and I should hate them for their sheer existence. They were just the same as me and probably just as awed by the fact that I was not evil and was just a person who enjoyed the same things I did.

Was I the one who was wrong or are there gapping holes in what the ism and the things that the politicos tell us is the truth.

I mean huge holes, holes so big that you can’t honestly call it truth

It’s lies and propaganda just spun one way or another to make some small person feel big.

The thing is no matter what you believe or how deeply you believe it you will die and you will die alone and either you’ll accept that death is coming or you won’t but it will come regardless.

Beg, plead, barter, bargain all you want death just smiles and says nothing and collects you just the same as every single person who has ever lived, will ever live and that is alive now.

Nothing you think, say or believe can change that truth. So why is it true that ism’s and political ideology try to put people higher than others?

Life is life, death is inevitable … this is not half empty thinking or morbid-ness it is reality

If your ism tells you that someone is beneath you - why does it tell you that? Honestly, Why?

If your political ideology tells you that you are better than someone else - do your really think that? Seriously, Why?

However I’ve figured out some things in my time on the mud ball,
- you can learn something from everything and everyone
- teach what you can
- try not to follow the herd - any herd
- there is a lot of ugly in the world and people make it all… all of it.
- do
- people will see you for how you do things and not what you talk about and what you say you believe
- don’t change, be you, because they will eat you if you try to p lease them
- don’t ask anyone else to change
- if someone talks to you about religion or politics and they aren’t paid to do it then they don’t know what they are talking about.
- if someone is talking to you about religion or politics and they are paid to do it they have an agenda which includes the need for your time and your money if you don’t have either they are not interested in you.


To paraphrase James T’s ex wife this isn’t about you put down your vanity mirror. And thanks to sleaze sister voodoo and all of the other dinosaurs


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

even muther's need love... nah they don't they are just a bunch of...

Not sure if this will work very well or not. So I’ll start with it and if it bombs out I’ll just stop and post something else… well on second thought I know it will work I just don’t have the right thing in mind right at the moment … but I sort of do I’m just not in the right place mentally.

Ha

Yes I know there are some occasions when the planets or other celestial bodies align and I’m able to think clearly. Rare as that may be it does happen. On normal days it’s like a pack of ADHD squirrel hyped up on coffee and legal amphetamines confined in a really small space.

Like the saying goes if you put two solid steel balls in my head and then wait a day.

Then take an X ray.

One steel ball would be missing, the other would be broken and the squirrels would be like what are you sure there were two and wasn’t that one broken already, are you sure you were even here yesterday, I don’t know what the heck happened, there is cake, oh look a nickel. What are you here? The square root of 49729 is 223, no we didn’t cheat, yes we did, heavenly choir, did you know that 63 is the hexagram of snake eyes tattoo. The steel balls are in the case by the door where you left them when you came in.

I’m too nice for my own good, I’ve sent the muther’s day cards

Not those muthers the other muthers, the muthers you owe all your money too. Yeah they like cards every month.

I’ll work on the other thing for another time.

Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Hey mate, how's that monkey on your back

One year off the smokes

The nicotine monkey still hangs about and pesters me some but I’m not smoking

This has been a tough row to hoe

Now I have to get rid of some of the baggage I’ve gathered in a getting to the mountain.

I still have the emergency pack in the freeze but I’m sure those are NASTY, NASTY.

In other news … the tiny tyrant has had a victory … lord there will be no living now.

The headsman is spinning the wheel

Iago, Machiavelli are applauding I’m sure

Macbeth is standing hidden

Lady Macbeth has fled

The twins are golden - eat your cake and drink your kool aid

The naïve duo skip merrily along to the music in their heads

The tempest spins

The temptress sins

The hunter stands

The coven and warlock have cast their bones and stand silent

And the invisible are not missed

The rest burrow into their warrens with fiver and big top

All heads turn away in a manic state gathering close all their stones

The juggernaught tyrant grows and no one cares, no one dares

All heads turn away as the corpses are dragged away

Whose head is on the block

The lottery has begun… but this is one you don’t want to win.

Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Usted es tan hermoso... it is true she is really

Usted es tan hermoso... it is true she is really

M.T. and L.G. and the roman godess in the texas hat. .. bum da dum da dum ... da dum... bum da dum da dum... da dum... my .... your... bum da dum da dum ... da dum..

No time tonight crunk and stuff


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Oh no ... shout it clear... or not

Monsters, shelves, happiness with an I and unhappiness in an un, boozy or not … can’t go into the pit …the answer is at the bottom of that bottle of knob … I just don’t know which one.

I’m done and it’s up on the shelf

Pink is coming over with Roger and we have mortar

heroin bob can stand on the corner

Randomness and Babylon is burning and buster can’t get a break for the King

Does any of the that make sense …. No

Then there is the extra special message …

… voodoo

Yeah I know it says something just for me to know unless you have your super deluxe invisible don invisible army decoder ring

What you don’t?

What about your handy dandy invisible don bumper sticker? True stuff they exist my … .made me do it and I have the t-shirt to prove it too

I’m also about to watch Tropic Thunder… I know I can’t help it I curious like the cats but I don’t have tree sleepin’ panther skills. I tried once upon a time the ground hits pretty hard . Once I tried to slam it and it bit me then the other time it just jumped right up in my face… I know. I think the gravity got turned off for a nanosecond

I’m not dead but I think I was suspected about being dead earlier

And Suzi Q is looking for a 6’2” and a pair of stiletto heels looked no better but it might be the gibson and black leather I’m not sure.

Today was Saturday but I was at work for a while today and will most likely be there again…I know it’s like everything is … speedy guitar riff …. Stop… Short … grinding halt.


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,





PS.. Thank you to all those involved with Times Square the movie and sound track … and David J …get some exposure on the inter web jeez

... mumbles in his coffee and suddenly...

Blogging

Who blogs, and what do you blog about? It’s a way to get things out there and read (or not), about anything without the approval of some editorial staff. You are your own editor and press agent. Hit print, extra, extra. Now what I or you put out my not be worth the band width it takes up but it’s what you want and if one person. Just one person reads it and likes it then wasn’t it worth it.

Now that the nearly the entire planet is connected the coaxial spike … mmm fixx me

Junkies is junkies and we be geekin for our interweb stuffy stuff. And mostly you don’t have to hang on the street corner to get your bundles of product.

So blogging is now considered to be a thing to actually put on your resume. ???? Hmmm

Really?

I don’t think I want to put my blog on my resume because, we’ll perhaps some selected things, but the thing is I do this for me. Not so somebody else somewhere will be all approving or disapproving.

Now all these some ones with in the 4th estate are saying I’m doing it wrong. I’m not focused I don’t proof read, I can’t really spell that well, I talk to my audience, I do this or that incorrectly.

Hello, (tap on the glass) I’m not doing it the way you want it done.

Why?

Because, Some times I feel like ranting up a storm about some stupid thing, some stupid person has done stupidly.

Other days I feel like ranting it up about some stupid thing that I have done stupidly, making me the stupid person.

Then other days I want to sing and dance… figuratively (hahaha me dancing and singing hee hee… ok better now)

Then still other days I want to be silly, serious, or some other emoting thing

If you are writing a blog as a means to an end isn’t that really unpaid work?

And if you are being graded for it by an industry then aren’t you really just seeking the approval of others and will alter your message depending on what they tell you or say about you.

Then aren’t you nothing more than a puppet on a string…. Yup, yup you are a puppet.

Dance for me puppet. (insert my dancing puppet… I’m a much better choreographer than a dancer, trust me here)

As for me, I know what my strings are and my demons are related to approval of a different sort… I know they are there and I own them and I’m doing my best to bite my thumb at them and do what I wanna do and do it my way… thank you very much Frankie … or Mr. Sinatra if you prefer I’m sure you prefer it that way sorry for being all familiar before. Yes right away sir

Hey I’ll toady from who I want and if it is a dead rat pack ‘er then that’s who I’m gonna toady for. Not you suits and stuffies in the 4th estate.


Do you bite your thumb at me sir?

I do bite my thumb at thee (thanks bill, he’s ok with the familiarity)


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,




PS Thank you Bob G. and boomtown rats

My Shadow

Chris Isaak’s song ‘wicked game’ reminds me of a person I once knew… I associate a few people with songs but not too many because they are usually more complex than the song. This person was much more complex than the song 'wicked game' but it moves in the same way. Not the lyrics to the song but how they are sung and how the melody turns. I called her my shadow when I knew her something I'm working on about her.


My Shadow by invisible don 8/09

She turns like the vibrations off the strings, twisting in the air
The gyrations of her hips sweep, like a breeze

The pull on the cords like her back arching as she slips effortlessly from step to step
Her gaze a whisper, penetrating, soft and barely heard raising a chill

The slow brushing touch of her long fingers stops my breath
Her curves simple and yet more provocative than others.

Her desires quickly fill your thought with a word
Softly she wraps herself around you almost floating

You convince yourself she is more a dream than real
To spare the ache for her when the flutter of the curtains showing when she is gone


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Hey, I know this makes me look stupid but don't I know you?

Today was a little strange.

My first thing at work took freaking forever which pretty much set up the rest of the day to be slightly less than spectacular. So the first thing I was hoping would go better. I hear one guy say it’s going to take over three hours. (Joy)

Seriously, well that is just swell now the coffee in the car will be cold. Bravo so called grown ups who can’t seem to get it together, Bravo. I’m pretty sure that causing someone’s coffee to get cold because you can’t be a grown up is a sin like a really bad sin.

So I’m waiting and lamenting the ruination of my java.

Then this woman walks in. She looks at me and smiles.

I smile.

Hmmm, I think hey, she looks familiar. I even say, hey she looks familiar to a co worker. She said, Nope not ringing a bell for me. And she as done with the trying to figure it out.

I however am not done with that task and nearly 10 hour later I’m still not done with it, hence the writing about it.

Back then and now, I’m trying to place said person because where I was is not her regular context.

As a memory tool we set people in our memory by context and how we remember them is generally by where we will see them most often. Run into someone out of context and if you don’t see them often you won’t recognize them straight away.

The woman walks by but sits near by to where I’m sitting but not close enough for unnoticed conversation by the 50 or so others around.

Yes normal people would walk over and say, Hey you look familiar don’t I know you.

Not me… for several reasons, yes without numbering it one of them would be I’m not exactly what people would immediately say normal I’m not someone that people would normally say abnormal either. So here are some of the reasons why I didn’t go over and talk to said woman.

One is work … if she is in category one she is most likely as trashy white girl and that isn’t good.

Two is social … I don’t think I dated her but I’m not willing to rule that out because of the whole drink don’t think months. So saying hey you look familiar could be an insult.

Three is fear … if she knows me, she may not like me, I don’t exactly make fast friends in the work that I do. In fact it’s the opposite people tend not to say very nice things about me if they know me from my work and are not co-workers.

Four is professionalism … there are some of my co-workers sitting around I don’t want them to think I’m trying to get a date by talking to this person.

She had on a floral print skirt, sandals, nice light reddish pull over with a small v-neck, no visible tattoos, short, clean, dyed blonde hair (maybe ¼ to ½ inch roots maybe that‘s why I know it‘s dyed but regularly), and a hippie type bag/purse which does not appear to be jammed full of everything this person owns. She was able to get things she needed from it very quickly too. Of course I was watching her I was trying to figure out how I know this person..

Hmmm…. I can’t place her at all and it’s driving me bonkers. Well I’m trying to put her in the appropriate context. I can’t put her into a place that makes her fit

So I try word association

Hey what the F*ck do you want! - nope

Do you want fries with that? - nope

May I help you? - nope

Did you find everything ok - nope

Where are you going? - nope nope

Not helping.

Finally I decide you know she is probably someone who is somehow tied to your work and it’s better to just let it go. That’s why you are actually seeing her in the place you see the people you work with.

So mystery unsolved.

The rest of the day went along. I’m pretty sure a lot of this city has gone barking mad, that or due to the poor shape of the economy in the surrounding areas, the barking mad are coming to the biggest place in the region. YAY (dripping with sarcasm) So that means my job get to be extra fun because the so called grown-ups act like 2nd graders.

Now I’m at home hanging with Stunt boy and need to send some text messages back because I was too busy to reply to them earlier.


Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Cigarette, bad attitude, wife beater t-shirt, faded blue jeans and a pony tail...

Trashy White Girls

Everyone has those things that make them take pause. Mine is trashy white girls

Now I know those things that make you take pause aren’t always the best things for you.

In fact they are indeed often times very bad for you.

Case in point.

Trashy white girls

One - they generally have some big ol’ hanger on who believes that the white trash girl is his. Now she may actually be a baby mama, former girl friend or the only girl who gave the palooka a valentine in the 2nd grade. Regardless bubba has probably spent the better part of his adult life in jail for hitting anyone who shows any interest in the girl. And he isn’t above hitting you even if you wear glasses.

Two - they generally have some problem which spells bad news. Now this is in the form or drug abuse, alcoholism, STD, untreated mental heath issue. Drug abuse means that they always have it on them and are likely to be known by the police for this because of bubba. Alcoholic means they fight and will and will hit you… yes they will. Then they’ll stab you. An STD … well that’s just nothing to clap about. The untreated mental health issue, well those problems vary depending on the issues but lets face it these are rarely good things when left untreated. Seek help, seriously seek help and take the meds please.

Three. - they are generally jobless. This does not mean that they are not without skills. One of those skills may be thievery. Never let them know where you live because one day you may come home and find all your stuff missing. Then you are left standing in the middle of you empty house, apartment, cabin, tent wondering why. But you know why.

Four - Largely because of reason number three your money is always the first spent there isn’t a trade off. Some of the excuses if she has/had money is I’ve lost my wallet, I forgot my wallet, I get paid on Friday, I had to lend money to friend, relative, etc. either way you are spending your money and she isn’t spending hers. Once your money is gone she is probably not far behind.

Five -they really only pretend to like you …sort of like strippers …well a lot like strippers and to no surprise if they have a job its probably stripper, face it lots of trashy white girls are strippers. Now I know if you are a guy you are thinking having a stripper girl friend is a good thing right. Well it can be but usually items one, two, and three apply and along with number four and while you are all stunned by all the ah…hmm… free adult entertainment you tend not to notice all the bad things happening to you. Ignorance is bliss but it’s really distraction ….oooh look a nickel… soo pretty and shiny must have…stuff gone.


So while I may pause, I smile and keep walking. Never look back because you’ll get hit by a car and die didn’t you see meet joe black. Duh.

This one needs a disclaimer, I really don’t like this part of blogging but it is necessary, If you are reading this nothing said above is about anyone I know. They are just humorous, well my attempt at humorous generalizations.

Other stuff tomorrow.

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Sherman had to sit this one out

Was strolling down memory lane today. Came across a file labeled DUCK

Hmm wonder what this contains.

Two boys walking
One walking a bit faster than the other
One saying slow down
One saying no, you walk faster
No then the other boy stops and sits on the ground -

the sitting down while walking is the tantrum equivalent of I’m gonna hold my breath until I die.

And we’re walking, and we’re walking … this is where the file gets it’s name DUCK from.

Rock to the head.

Yup a rock to the head.

And we’re bleeding. Yay! Blood from a head wound.

Now the boy who couldn’t possibly walk any faster is running.

Running. Really you throw a rock and now you’re running.

And we’re running , we’re chasing, we’re catching, we are about to have sweat revenge

OVERLORD

The trial ensues

What happened?

He wouldn’t slow down

He threw a rock at my head and I’m bleeding

The guilty party is…

Yup the one with the bleeding head… which needed stitches too by the by.

DUCK indeed

Gee Mr. Peabody can we find more fun places to visit in the way-back machine.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

stuffy stuff

No the rain is not my fault, that is Rob McKenna’s fault. He is the rain god not me.

While I find the advertising in Snapple’s new ad campaign to be humors and they do make me laugh.

Like the phone call from the jungle “We just found better stuff ’

Leading to the phrase the best stuff on earth just got better. Suspended disbelief engaged but is that actually possible? Can the best stuff really get better? Hmmm

Then stuff that just makes me giggle …. Stuffy stuff and bester stuff, …

Then the eeeh… good stuff for bettering?

However, in all the giggles and smiles of the bester stuff and stuffy stuff.

I think Snapple has pegged upon on society psyche, which really isn’t that hard to do. Moo, Whiney or Bah depend on which flock you wanna be in .

Madison knows

However, we on that ever quest for bester stuff and don’t really see the best stuff around us or even the stuffy stuff that is just grand.

I figure that I’m as guilty as the next person for not always seeing the good things around me.

There isn’t always better stuff out there though. There is just other stuff.

I don’t even drink Snapple

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Mr. Spock to the bridge...

Thinking today, a bit too much, cleaning and thinking, shopping and thinking, sitting and thinking, thinking and thinking about the thinking.

The thing that had me stuck lately is that how can some people have no sense of logic.

I mean I do stupid stuff and I stop it

If someone says there is a logical explanation for this or that, then I’m ok, yeah I see. Moving forward.

What if you can’t move forward not because of anything you are doing?

Time to move.

Logical. I know what to do. So do it. Complicated not impossible but complicated.

All the choices I make right now come back around to a few key immovable points.

How high can the tide of insanity and illogical, petty posturing get before it all falls down.

I’m not sure, we’ll see. The lack of solidarity also has me troubled.

In other news… I’m not the happiest boy in the world

(say it again in a 5 year old falsetto…do it)

The happiest boy in world

See it sound happily sarcastic that way. Yeah I’m not that guy.

I am a glass is half full kind of person … sometimes the glass if half full of poison but it’s only half full

A box of crap wrapped up in Christmas paper is still a box full of crap even if looks good on the outside.

I am partly cloudy, I look into the dark sometimes and like what I see there, it’s a lot more honest than the painted on happy, happy, joy, joy faces people put on. No I do not mean anyone specifically I’m making generalizations, which are bad you should just give specifics.

I do write about the things that bother me more than I write about the things I’m happy about because I need to get the stuff that bothers me out of my head I like the happy stuff in there. It helps me to keep the really dark stuff suppressed… well they only bothers me in my dreams most of the time.

So I dump it out here so I can move on … I know sorry, I’ll try to mix it up a bit more

On the sunny side of things Plan 2 started and it’s yummy. I even got an omen that it was time to start plan 2. I know I would share but that spoils it…. Spoils it.

Plan 2 will have some sub parts and will even bleed into plan 3 and there will be more details later but just not right now.

Plan one in case you haven’t been following is completed. If you are lost so am it’s ok. Stop and ask for directions at the nearest cerebral sign posts. If they tell you to head to the place with the creates and a corridor you should avoid that area. That is wear the demons hide.

Other stuff tomorrow, you can decide if it’s better. GI JOE in 6 days. yupyup



Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,