Random deliciousness

No post yesterday… sorry about that I may be taking Sunday’s off from the blog and doubt I will be reviving the Sunday Morning Press Conference. As the words produced themselves on the page I had an idea about Sunday entries … we’ll see if I feel like getting up that early.

There are things I’m revamping about the invisible fortress. That would be where I live in case you didn’t know. It does appear much like a vacant lot … I kid, everything has a nickname even the houses. Not that the house has a name or at least not any that it has told me. Off topic … sorry, well not that there is much of an on topic thing going on here but that is part of the charm. Oh he’s just this invisible scattered brained dude I read on line. Well not really invisible, metaphor and all but I am working up an entry on the birth of invisible don which will perhaps be done this week.

Ok the commercial with Zach Braff where he is the thoughts for the puppy is major creepy (said MAY- Jor Cree PAY) which is sort of creepy (same) in it’s way but that’s something else. But seriously that commercial freaks me out. I’m thinking seriously didn’t the ad execs look at this thing before it went out for distribution? Oh and if anyone in my family who works in the business had anything to do with that piece of celluloid … ah sorry nice that you are working but really ????

Maybe it’s just Zach thinking he can do no wrong in the world of film, even voice over stuff. At least he’s more likable than Quinton what a pud and I’ll leave it at that. I’m so torn about that I really like his movies but never want to see him or hear him or him opining away about anything.

The weekend was nice, I didn’t do much of anything but beat myself up mentally and then hung out with friends for a 4th of July backyard gathering. Brand A and her man were the hosts. That is their gig and they have been hosting the 4th of July thing for the last … well since I’ve known them 8 years I think now. Wow.

I usually just host, exotic booze night, yup…yup. Well there was one of those and it is still remembered fondly. But I’ve hosted a few other gatherings. Once had my computer keys and photo album drown in salsa. Good times. Oh there is a party idea … I’m not telling… Martha didn’t get rich by blabbing but it did land her in prison with Squeaky…. Whoa not holding a thought well today.

So the back yard bash was fun what the color infused escaping energy from the small explosions . The traditional orbs are great but I like to watch the ones which are packed to explode to make other shapes. The history channel did a special on fire works one year which was totally awesome. Explaining the history of them, the making of them, the different materials used to make the different colors. Not to mention great footage of fire work shows. Even now that bigger production companies use computers to time the explosions to musical performances which are played out to the crowd.

I remember one year in the AF that several of them got set off incorrectly and end up going off on the ground , in the parking lot and the burning ash was falling rather close to our heads… as in about 30% of it was actually making it to the ground . That was fun.

Well things to do, hope everyone had a great weekend , perhaps the happy hour crew can be revived before the summer is out.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

NYC is the place where they say....

So I had the smoking dream again last night. It wakes me up every time. I should call it the smoking nightmare. Well what do I expect I started smoking at 12 and didn’t stop until a day short of 47 weeks ago. This is part of my memory system and thus part of my unconscious self. However, before I get much deeper than that, I had the dream. Not only that it actually feels like I’ve done it in my lungs. I know I haven’t because I wake up and there isn’t a cigarette in my hand.

When that happens I’m calling Chunk and saying dude you’ll never believe what just happened. I was sleep smoking. You know how you used to sleep eat when you were trying to loose weight. Well yeah I smoke in my sleep. I know damnedest thing. Peace and stuff.

That is how that would go if it happened. I won’t, so there. Not that everyone has the same confidence. Beta unit was all hey have you started smoking again. No. Really, wow that’s amazing everyone fails at that. WTF? Yeah I’m going to start saying it that way too. Double U - Tee- EFF and tilting my head slightly as I do it in an all cali-surfer-valley accent. Which will probably come across as a bit bitchy but hey I think that if someone is harshing your parade of success, you have the right to say double u - tee -eff. (still in the accent) right?.! Yeah that’s what I thought.

So back to the yeah everyone fails. Thanks for the vote of confidence. However, every ex-smoker is just one puff away from being a full blown rag dragger, just like alcoholics are just a sip away from laying in the gutter, junkies as just a pull, push, snort, stab or drop from falling right back on to the urine stained sofa in the abandoned house in the bad part of town. Yup it’s true. You know it’s true. It’s the god’s honest truth and stuff. Why it is true. Well I’ll tell you why it’s true. No not because my momma said so. But because everything fails on a long enough time span.

We may not live long enough to take the next, drink, puff, snort, fixx, shot, dose, push, pull or plug of what ever your drug of choice happens to be but if we were to live that long we would fail. Why because statistic say we will. And you didn’t think math would be helpful too you. So there your success in what ever you do only has a limited shelf life all thanks to some anal, uptight, number loving math geek. Who is most likely a very lovable and kind hearted person, just with poor social skills. So hug a geek, nerd or dweeb today. DO IT. Thank you.

But the point is we will all fail eventually in a sense of the word. And whose to say that oh after a few hundred years if I want to have another cigarette I can’t have one. Is that so bad. I smoke but only one every 212 years. See. However it does stand to reason that you couldn’t call yourself a non smoker even with that little frequency of the occurrence. FAIL.

Oh Chunk is a real person and he did sleep eat. Tie him up if you see him or padlock your fridge. And if Jay comes by he’ll pee in your fridge if you let him drink … so don’t … no honest don‘t let him drink. It’s true. Why do I mention these things because our drugs make us do wacked out things. So be careful and pick something you can handle or accept your behavior afterwards.

Dreams of nicotine are not such a bad wacked out thing I can handle that . So as Lou shows us the proper way to spike a vein and the chorus sings. (DoDotado DoDotado DoDotado DoDotado DoDotado DoDotado Dotado ) Say Hi to Holly, Candy, little joe, jackie and the sugerplum fairy on your walk on the wild side. *


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,




* reference to "a walk on the wild side” by Lou Reed - I don’t know if he actually wrote the song or not

pps : I so need an editor or really need to proof read.

crossed off the list so many times

I wonder often as I peer around into the seemingly perfect lives of the those around me.
What road did I not take when in the wood and the path diverged
I turned away from lives which if I stayed on them would have lead to very different places.
So much so that lives would be altered and some ended even my own.

What if I had the strength to follow her down that path.
Rather than hearing the clanging on the tile
and darkness would have crept in until it was all there was

Had I stayed on the road so few follow now
I like the color but the life?
Could I stand in front and offer my understanding
Would I have been able to over come my doubt

What would that year on the ice been like and would it hold my heart as firmly as it does another?

If I had run to the coast or Cali again.

What if he had pulled the trigger

What if there aim had been better.

What if it didn’t open .

What if we had stayed in Holland.

What if I had lied when she asked about the death.

What would have happened if I didn’t sleep on my hand.

Why did I live in that first crash

What if the motorcycle had killed me

The fall, the leap, the car, all the times that death should have laid his hands on me and didn’t . What was the purpose. I can think of a thousand times I should have died or when death was upon me and didn’t strike.

I look around and I know that mostly I’ve made the right choices and tried to do that right thing even if my reason or morality as it would be defined by others has been suspect or ambiguous.

What I treasure most in my life, is the sum of all the choices leading to a point.

Now I look at the road ahead and see the road is diverging again.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Random stuff 7.3.09

Well it's Friday, the cats are on crack, heroin bob has the goods, Mary Jane is rollin' to her tunes, Anton's PV's are real, the pixie and the pan are locked in a drawer by the man, word salad is the phrase of the day my friends, you better hold fast for something wicked comes as all heads turn to watch the hunt. (ps I'm not crazy)

All the while the pixie plots

Mean while in another part of town a pixie plots to throw off the shackles of the man and in another part the soulless run the flop and hide their true faces behind the personas of glam fashion.

Truly plastic people wipe away the burden of responsibility like grease off a non-stick pan. Shameless and faceless we belittle and debase one another for a little more time at the head of the line. All lead by the white hair pageboy prophet of idiocy.

Technicolor hi-def shouts the CG digital man on my slip of framed plasma on the wall without it you too will be in the dark ages of the ill informed because my sound byte logic takes a thousand stabs at your debate of reason.

The attention span of the masses is now reduced to the shortest of milliseconds and in a nanobyte of time you are yesterdays news and tomorrows compost

Sitting amidst the fray and open my mouth and silently scream amid the din of the lost and stand ignored along the shores of a sea of breathing waste.

Floating now near the inky depths chill gasps again and the familiar hold is at least a comfort.

Echoes in the 9th plain snap crisply in the frost heavy air that tears at my lungs

Soon a whisper fills my ears and fades away


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

Invisible don lives.... well maybe

Oh, I see the acts of seeming intelligent people and then I wonder how is it that you can believe this lunacy?
Then I look around and I see all the things we do and I understand it a little bit. Ok I still don’t understand it at all. Then the whole I have a point which I believe so don’t confuse me with facts or better still let me find someone else to dispute your facts. Those facts may or may not be provable but lets not split hairs I have facts now. Mark Twain said something about lies. There are three types of lies. Lies, Damn Lies and Statistics. You can have statistics say what you want them to say depending on how you present the information. What is the agenda behind the presentation. The thing that most people don’t do is except that sometimes being proven wrong is ok. Because it at least allows you to know what not to do the next time.

However, we’ve come so far to look at any failure or any loss, or any moment when we aren’t correct as unacceptable. No one is perfect, no one on the planet will ever approach anything which even closely resembles perfection. However to ignore what is extremely obvious is irresponsible and incomprehensible to support merely for the promotion of an ideological differences, regardless if those differences are political, spiritual, moral, etc.

I find it very troubling though that so many are just blindly lead by others. So put on your bell and bury your head in the field and bleat or moo with the rest of the heard. Then don’t be surprised when it’s your turn to take the trip to the slaughter house and the world crumples around you and those how have been leading you down the path leave you to die in their wake.

Think for your self, look around and see, cast doubt about what everyone says, especially if they are selling something, work for someone who sells something, or works for someone who works for someone who sells something.

In other news…. Arrrrrgh, it will never stop it is out of control. BBC and TIA

Still in other news invisible don lives I hope read regularly at http://invisibledon.diaryland.com with cool photos and maybe even more fabulous prizes.


Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,

under the radar

I notice that most work places don't allow the dictionary in the building... workers might actually be able find words like; morale, sympathy, happiness, serenity, totalitarianism, dictatorship, disenfranchisement, antidisestablishmentarianism... Ok that last one was just for fun but you get the point... stay under the radar if you can it's a short week for most of us and it's almost done

Have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.

Ciao,