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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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 : )





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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.


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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



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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


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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.

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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,