"My highest ambition is to die on TV so I can entertain you." I’ve said that here, I’ve posted that on Scott Adam’s blog also. Actually, I got that line from Kurt Vonnegut.
A reader at Scott’s blog made the following comment:
Let us know if there's anything we can do to help make it happen! Posted by: Eager 2 Please
Well Eager 2 Please, the thing is that anytime someone like me starts challenging the status quo of the religious nuts on this planet one of them is likely to end up killing me. It happens all the time. The most well known example is the killing of Jesus. The same spirit that flows through me. But we are over two thousand years down the road from that event that those religious nuts went on to write a lot of nonsense and lies about. Jesus didn’t write and document things, people made up most of the things said about him (me), but I do write and document. Yeah, if one of those nuts is going to kill me I want it to be on TV. Then some good author or think tank can shift through my documents and the things I say on the web, and make it into some sensible book that will replace that piece of crap of a bible that puts an insanity in many on this planet. I hope.
Those idiots don’t realize that they are just killing a body, that death isn’t a concept to me, that I am omnipresent even though I am not omnipotent. If I where, like any good parent, I would reach down and strike down anyone that caused too many problems. I would start with our idiot president that thinks he is doing Gods work, and I wouldn’t stop there by any means, I would clean out about half of the idiots on this planet so that I could make it the peaceful place it is supposed to be. There would not be one religious crackpot, be they Christian, Muslim, Jew, or whatever left on this planet spreading their insanity. It’s just plain stupid to think that an omnipotent God would allow the bullshit that man does to each other to continue. God is a spirituality, not a religion you idiot monkeys. And it’s an evolving spirituality at that, and it can only evolve through you.
Here is another quote by Kurt: Hello babies, welcome to earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round, and wet, and crowded. At the outset babies, you've got about a 100 years here. There's only one rule that I know of babies - Damn it, you've got to be kind. There's only one rule: you've got to be kind. -Kurt Vonnegut
I have been thinking that I would make a proposition to my Republican friends... that if they will stop telling lies about the Democrats, we will stop telling the truth about them. - Adlai E. Stevenson Jr. (1900 - 1965)
The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.
When men become wise enough to refuse to fight others wars for them they won’t be victimized veterans anymore.
This country needs to go into anarchy for a while, clear out the whole government, and build something new and better. It won’t do any good to just clean out a few people at the top, other nuts are working their way to the top. I’m not happy with living in a country where I’m surrounded by religious nuts and they are our leaders. Yeah, Jesus was an anarchist also, in some ways I haven’t changed much, but in other ways I’ve gotten much wiser. And I’m telling you, God is not some omnipotent being or entity out there. God is just a higher awareness of YOU.
http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-god.html
Check out the blog above, and the comment I left there.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/wizardofid
http://www.sinfest.net/
Try to be good today babies. And try to stop greed and those crackpots with the bombs or you are all going to die. BBC
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Two evening posts
Cyndy Lu Who said... Spiritual sex, huh? Does that require actual touching? :) …I remember that time you told me, you said, "love is touching souls"– well surely you've touched mine, 'cus part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time… Oh you're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter, bitter and so sweet. Oh, I could drink a case of you darling, and I would still be on my feet. I would still be on my feet. :P
Oh no you wouldn’t Hon, you would be on your back. :-)
Oh no you wouldn’t Hon, you would be on your back. :-)
That would be nice
Azgoddess, what scares me is the places we are starting to leak, and grow hair. LOL
A virile, young Italian gentleman named Guido was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde woman. Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment and, after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless. After a pleasant interlude he asked with a smile, "So, you finish?" She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No."
Surprised, Guido reached for her and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion. The sex finally ends and, again, Guido smiles and asks, "You finish?" Again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him and softly says, "No."
Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, Guido reaches for the woman yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they end together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. Exhausted, Guido falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly and asks again, "You finish?" Barely able to speak, the beautiful blonde whispers in his ear, "No, I Norwegian."
The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
Cyndy Lu, whoever in the hell she/he/it is, wonders if I’m ridiculous all the time. I think that she sometimes misses the whole point of my seriousness. Hell, in his time most people thought that Einstein was ridiculous and whacko so I’m not going to take offence at her statement. That just puts me in damn good company.
She also said…. Well, I can certainly relate to that. ;) I often wonder how you manage to squeeze all that in there in the first place. :P LOL!
Well, Cyndy, it’s not like I want too.
A: There are many other interests and things I would rather be doing. It’s just that I’m driven too, something that flows through me trying to tell the world that they are wrong in how they view God, especially an omnipotent one as described in the stupid bibles. God is just a spirituality, a higher consciousness, and nothing more. Well, other than that pagan energy.
B: I don’t have a honey-do list, or a honey to do other things with, so I have plenty of time for this.
C: They won’t let me run my fucking planet so I do this.
D: Some monkeys I get through to, the others I entertain.
E: Maybe none of this makes any fuckin difference because we’re all fuckin crazy anyway. :-)
Value… I like it when I get a good value, about two years ago I bought a butane lighter for ninety seven cents, it has electronic ignition and is refillable. That is good service for that amount of money, it’s a BOO if you are looking for a good lighter value. Today I another lighter to put in my backpack, for a $1.49, it is also refillable and has an LED light in the base of it. Even non-smokers should pack a lighter, you never know when you might feel the need to burn some assholes house down.
Telescope… I haven’t used it but a few months ago I was in beer church one evening when a couple of men came in wanting to get rid of the rest of the stock they peddle to taverns and such places to use for prizes and such. It’s a fifty or hundred power, depending on which lens you use, and came with a tripod. I paid twenty bucks for it. Not that I’m interested in looking into space, that sexual debris out there isn’t very interesting to me other than the pictures the Hubbell sends back of new orgies out there. This is the most interesting planet in the cosmos because of the life on it, too bad it is also the most screwed up. Can’t look at anything to close with it, but maybe some day I will have the chance to watch some nudes a mile or so away.
Went out of the spit for a while today, good view of the mountains, sound, boat traffic, and things like that. Picked up a few more rocks to bring home. Solidified cosmic sexual debris to you lower thinkers and improperly educated monkeys. Wasn’t there long enough to put one of my kites in the air for a while.
Wouldn’t it be nice if there was another inhabitable planet out there that the spiritual (you may be more spiritual than you think) could move to?
We could leave many things that are here and never speak of them again. Things like bibles and old beliefs that our stupid ancestors put into our minds. We could raise our children without them ever hearing of any of that nonsense, they wouldn’t grow up so confused and brainwashed. I can tell a twenty year old what we are and he/she will often say that they understand. If they haven’t been brainwashed by their Christian parents. But trying to tell older people something is difficult, they simply don’t know what to believe. They have looked at everything and still don’t know what to believe.
You people have brains so that you can come to conclusions and develop beliefs !!! Duh !!! Fuckin monkeys. Why do I love you? Oh, I forgot for a minute, you are my bastard offspring. Well, have a peaceful evening then. Love and Peace. BBC
A virile, young Italian gentleman named Guido was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde woman. Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment and, after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom where he rattled her senseless. After a pleasant interlude he asked with a smile, "So, you finish?" She paused for a second, frowned, and replied, "No."
Surprised, Guido reached for her and the rattling resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion. The sex finally ends and, again, Guido smiles and asks, "You finish?" Again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him and softly says, "No."
Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to outlast him, Guido reaches for the woman yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they end together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. Exhausted, Guido falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly and asks again, "You finish?" Barely able to speak, the beautiful blonde whispers in his ear, "No, I Norwegian."
The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
Cyndy Lu, whoever in the hell she/he/it is, wonders if I’m ridiculous all the time. I think that she sometimes misses the whole point of my seriousness. Hell, in his time most people thought that Einstein was ridiculous and whacko so I’m not going to take offence at her statement. That just puts me in damn good company.
She also said…. Well, I can certainly relate to that. ;) I often wonder how you manage to squeeze all that in there in the first place. :P LOL!
Well, Cyndy, it’s not like I want too.
A: There are many other interests and things I would rather be doing. It’s just that I’m driven too, something that flows through me trying to tell the world that they are wrong in how they view God, especially an omnipotent one as described in the stupid bibles. God is just a spirituality, a higher consciousness, and nothing more. Well, other than that pagan energy.
B: I don’t have a honey-do list, or a honey to do other things with, so I have plenty of time for this.
C: They won’t let me run my fucking planet so I do this.
D: Some monkeys I get through to, the others I entertain.
E: Maybe none of this makes any fuckin difference because we’re all fuckin crazy anyway. :-)
Value… I like it when I get a good value, about two years ago I bought a butane lighter for ninety seven cents, it has electronic ignition and is refillable. That is good service for that amount of money, it’s a BOO if you are looking for a good lighter value. Today I another lighter to put in my backpack, for a $1.49, it is also refillable and has an LED light in the base of it. Even non-smokers should pack a lighter, you never know when you might feel the need to burn some assholes house down.
Telescope… I haven’t used it but a few months ago I was in beer church one evening when a couple of men came in wanting to get rid of the rest of the stock they peddle to taverns and such places to use for prizes and such. It’s a fifty or hundred power, depending on which lens you use, and came with a tripod. I paid twenty bucks for it. Not that I’m interested in looking into space, that sexual debris out there isn’t very interesting to me other than the pictures the Hubbell sends back of new orgies out there. This is the most interesting planet in the cosmos because of the life on it, too bad it is also the most screwed up. Can’t look at anything to close with it, but maybe some day I will have the chance to watch some nudes a mile or so away.
Went out of the spit for a while today, good view of the mountains, sound, boat traffic, and things like that. Picked up a few more rocks to bring home. Solidified cosmic sexual debris to you lower thinkers and improperly educated monkeys. Wasn’t there long enough to put one of my kites in the air for a while.
Wouldn’t it be nice if there was another inhabitable planet out there that the spiritual (you may be more spiritual than you think) could move to?
We could leave many things that are here and never speak of them again. Things like bibles and old beliefs that our stupid ancestors put into our minds. We could raise our children without them ever hearing of any of that nonsense, they wouldn’t grow up so confused and brainwashed. I can tell a twenty year old what we are and he/she will often say that they understand. If they haven’t been brainwashed by their Christian parents. But trying to tell older people something is difficult, they simply don’t know what to believe. They have looked at everything and still don’t know what to believe.
You people have brains so that you can come to conclusions and develop beliefs !!! Duh !!! Fuckin monkeys. Why do I love you? Oh, I forgot for a minute, you are my bastard offspring. Well, have a peaceful evening then. Love and Peace. BBC
Jokes
I’m busy so just a few jokes and links to cartoons this morning.
There is a factory in Northern Minnesota that makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms. Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 8:00 AM.
The next day at 8:45 AM there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's door. The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new employee. He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule.
The Personnel Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up. At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmo's.
She has a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles. The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo's legs.
The Personnel Manager bursts into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena. "I'm sorry," he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday..." "Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles.
***
A good looking man walked into an agent's office in Hollywood and said "I want to be a movie star." Tall, handsome and with experience on Broadway, he had the right credentials. The agent asked, "What's your name?" The guy said, "My name is Penis van Lesbian." The agent said, "Sir, I hate to tell you, but in order to get into Hollywood, you are going to have to change your name."
"I will NOT change my name! The van Lesbian name is centuries old, I will not disrespect my grandfather by changing my name. Not ever." The agent said, "Sir, I have worked in Hollywood for years... you will NEVER go far in Hollywood with a name like Penis van Lesbian! I'm telling you, you will HAVE TO change your name or I will not be able to represent you." "So be it! I guess we will not do business together" the guy said and he left the agent's office.
FIVE YEARS LATER..... The agent opens an envelope sent to his office. Inside the envelope is a letter and a check for $50,000. The agent is awe-struck, who would possibly send him $50,000? He reads the letter enclosed...
"Dear Sir, five years ago, I came into your office wanting to become an actor in Hollywood, you told me I needed to change my name. Determined to make it with my God-given birth name, I refused. You told me I would never make it in Hollywood with a name like Penis van Lesbian. After I left your office, I thought about what you said. I decided you were right. I had to change my name. I had too much pride to return to your office, so I signed with another agent. I would never have made it without changing my name, so the enclosed check is a token of my appreciation.
Thank you for your advice".
Sincerely, Dick van Dyke
Americans need to get over themselves.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/overthehedge
Bush, the escalator, the idiot.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pearlsbeforeswine
Come and terrorize me baby. :-)
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity
There is a factory in Northern Minnesota that makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms. Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 8:00 AM.
The next day at 8:45 AM there is a knock at the Personnel Manager's door. The Foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new employee. He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule.
The Personnel Manager decides he should see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up. At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmo's.
She has a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles. The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo's legs.
The Personnel Manager bursts into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena. "I'm sorry," he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday..." "Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles.
***
A good looking man walked into an agent's office in Hollywood and said "I want to be a movie star." Tall, handsome and with experience on Broadway, he had the right credentials. The agent asked, "What's your name?" The guy said, "My name is Penis van Lesbian." The agent said, "Sir, I hate to tell you, but in order to get into Hollywood, you are going to have to change your name."
"I will NOT change my name! The van Lesbian name is centuries old, I will not disrespect my grandfather by changing my name. Not ever." The agent said, "Sir, I have worked in Hollywood for years... you will NEVER go far in Hollywood with a name like Penis van Lesbian! I'm telling you, you will HAVE TO change your name or I will not be able to represent you." "So be it! I guess we will not do business together" the guy said and he left the agent's office.
FIVE YEARS LATER..... The agent opens an envelope sent to his office. Inside the envelope is a letter and a check for $50,000. The agent is awe-struck, who would possibly send him $50,000? He reads the letter enclosed...
"Dear Sir, five years ago, I came into your office wanting to become an actor in Hollywood, you told me I needed to change my name. Determined to make it with my God-given birth name, I refused. You told me I would never make it in Hollywood with a name like Penis van Lesbian. After I left your office, I thought about what you said. I decided you were right. I had to change my name. I had too much pride to return to your office, so I signed with another agent. I would never have made it without changing my name, so the enclosed check is a token of my appreciation.
Thank you for your advice".
Sincerely, Dick van Dyke
Americans need to get over themselves.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/overthehedge
Bush, the escalator, the idiot.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pearlsbeforeswine
Come and terrorize me baby. :-)
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Wisdom
Caution… The following may offend some readers, so I suggest that you stop reading now if you or your intelligence are easily offended. Cuz I’m going to talk about my being a motherfucker. :-)
Some folks will see the humor in this, some may be offended, a few might actually see the wisdom and history in it.
First a few comments of what readers said.
L>T… said that she isn’t going to call me God. I don't expect anyone to call me God, even though a few do, that would be so silly. My fucking name is Billy, I’ve just been flowing through the cosmos a lot time is all. I just want everyone to think of us all as God, I think it will change the world. And I'm sure that will happen in the future.
Nick said…"I'll take the physical sex, it's good for the spirit."
Of course it’s good for the spirit Nick, the spirits love physical sex, that’s what this planet is all about.
Minou said... "It's a proven fact, playing with your carrot is good for the health of the prostate. As for spiritual sex I thought souls are androgynous, therefore they have sex with themselves, wankers!!"
Well Hon, when they have to they do, but they would just as soon do it with a partner.
Anyway, L>T called me a motherfucker, so I feel I should enlighten you all on just how much of a motherfucker I really am, pay attention to the lesson now. God is a motherfucker, don’t that just beat all? But aren’t almost all men motherfuckers? I mean, what man hasn’t had sex with a mother, or a woman that is about to become a mother? Yeah, I've had my share of sex with mothers, I’m a motherfucker. :-)
Wait, it gets better. I’ve been around for billions of years, I fucked the first mother in the cosmos when she was just a nano-particle before the big bang. Ah, the big bang, now there was an orgy. I’ve talked about this before, but in case you missed it I will recap it quickly.
In the beginning, when things where just getting started there was only a single nano-particle. Just a single one. It split somehow and then there where two. This is the beginning of all as you know it, and science will one day prove my point. Two particles, yet one was just a touch different, and one of them was me, I was the second one, at this point you can call us genes. So they took on the role of male and female, with the instructions of survive, procreate. So we sexed each other in a strange and primordial pagan way that humans don’t see as sex in cosmic form. Anyway, yup, I fucked my nano-particle mother. I am the number one motherfucker in the whole cosmos. I was first, ha!!! All you other motherfuckers get in the back of the line because a part of my original gene flows through each and every one of you. Also a part of her original gene.
Oh my God, I just realized something else. I’m also the original bastard. Hey, where is my fucking prize? That’s right, I should get a prize for being first. Really, if it wasn’t for us the rest of you wouldn’t be here to enjoy this wonderful planet so you should thank us for what we did. I want my prize to be world peace and removal of all religions and for everyone to become spiritual only. As I keep saying, God in evolution.
And all you motherfuckers with the bombs, just knock that shit off, it’s interfering with your motherfucking good times. Not to mention ours. Stop fighting over stupid things because you really are from one source and interconnected.
Moving on, it’s been six years since I had any sex, not counting the screwed up attempt with that spoiled brat of a Catholic twit with the screwed up vagina last summer. But yeah, I wouldn’t mind being a motherfucker again. Seventy-two virgins my ass, bah on virgins, I’m a motherfucker. I’ve been a motherfucker for millions of years and I'm going to keep being a motherfucker. So how is it going with the rest of you motherfuckers? I hope that all you motherfuckers had a nice day.
What do you mean, this blog isn’t suitable for children? Oh, I get it, some of you think children are innocent and should be protected, shouldn’t know the truth about their orgins. That’s a hoot, almost every three year old knows that word.
Children of America, it appears that to have a good future in America that you will have to be one of the greedy neo-cons. Maybe they should make that a required college course. Why do I think so? Oh, the link below got me to thinking about it.
http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/2006/09/verbal-diarrhoea-and-war-costs.html
I just realized that these kittens are getting big, about six months old now, and for cats born in the wild they are becoming very domesticated and loving. Four of them have now been fixed, one to go. Won’t be any motherfuckers in this batch. But when is a kitten no longer a kitten? I’ve been feeding them kitten food, when do I switch to adult cat food?
The most important things in life aren't things.
Remember…. My highest ambition is to die on TV so I can entertain you. The bastard wishes you all a peaceful evening. BBC
Some folks will see the humor in this, some may be offended, a few might actually see the wisdom and history in it.
First a few comments of what readers said.
L>T… said that she isn’t going to call me God. I don't expect anyone to call me God, even though a few do, that would be so silly. My fucking name is Billy, I’ve just been flowing through the cosmos a lot time is all. I just want everyone to think of us all as God, I think it will change the world. And I'm sure that will happen in the future.
Nick said…"I'll take the physical sex, it's good for the spirit."
Of course it’s good for the spirit Nick, the spirits love physical sex, that’s what this planet is all about.
Minou said... "It's a proven fact, playing with your carrot is good for the health of the prostate. As for spiritual sex I thought souls are androgynous, therefore they have sex with themselves, wankers!!"
Well Hon, when they have to they do, but they would just as soon do it with a partner.
Anyway, L>T called me a motherfucker, so I feel I should enlighten you all on just how much of a motherfucker I really am, pay attention to the lesson now. God is a motherfucker, don’t that just beat all? But aren’t almost all men motherfuckers? I mean, what man hasn’t had sex with a mother, or a woman that is about to become a mother? Yeah, I've had my share of sex with mothers, I’m a motherfucker. :-)
Wait, it gets better. I’ve been around for billions of years, I fucked the first mother in the cosmos when she was just a nano-particle before the big bang. Ah, the big bang, now there was an orgy. I’ve talked about this before, but in case you missed it I will recap it quickly.
In the beginning, when things where just getting started there was only a single nano-particle. Just a single one. It split somehow and then there where two. This is the beginning of all as you know it, and science will one day prove my point. Two particles, yet one was just a touch different, and one of them was me, I was the second one, at this point you can call us genes. So they took on the role of male and female, with the instructions of survive, procreate. So we sexed each other in a strange and primordial pagan way that humans don’t see as sex in cosmic form. Anyway, yup, I fucked my nano-particle mother. I am the number one motherfucker in the whole cosmos. I was first, ha!!! All you other motherfuckers get in the back of the line because a part of my original gene flows through each and every one of you. Also a part of her original gene.
Oh my God, I just realized something else. I’m also the original bastard. Hey, where is my fucking prize? That’s right, I should get a prize for being first. Really, if it wasn’t for us the rest of you wouldn’t be here to enjoy this wonderful planet so you should thank us for what we did. I want my prize to be world peace and removal of all religions and for everyone to become spiritual only. As I keep saying, God in evolution.
And all you motherfuckers with the bombs, just knock that shit off, it’s interfering with your motherfucking good times. Not to mention ours. Stop fighting over stupid things because you really are from one source and interconnected.
Moving on, it’s been six years since I had any sex, not counting the screwed up attempt with that spoiled brat of a Catholic twit with the screwed up vagina last summer. But yeah, I wouldn’t mind being a motherfucker again. Seventy-two virgins my ass, bah on virgins, I’m a motherfucker. I’ve been a motherfucker for millions of years and I'm going to keep being a motherfucker. So how is it going with the rest of you motherfuckers? I hope that all you motherfuckers had a nice day.
What do you mean, this blog isn’t suitable for children? Oh, I get it, some of you think children are innocent and should be protected, shouldn’t know the truth about their orgins. That’s a hoot, almost every three year old knows that word.
Children of America, it appears that to have a good future in America that you will have to be one of the greedy neo-cons. Maybe they should make that a required college course. Why do I think so? Oh, the link below got me to thinking about it.
http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/2006/09/verbal-diarrhoea-and-war-costs.html
I just realized that these kittens are getting big, about six months old now, and for cats born in the wild they are becoming very domesticated and loving. Four of them have now been fixed, one to go. Won’t be any motherfuckers in this batch. But when is a kitten no longer a kitten? I’ve been feeding them kitten food, when do I switch to adult cat food?
The most important things in life aren't things.
Remember…. My highest ambition is to die on TV so I can entertain you. The bastard wishes you all a peaceful evening. BBC
Hum
Just before I was waking up I was dreaming that something big is going to happen. I don’t know what, or if it if good or bad, just something. I wonder what everyone else is feeling. On the other hand, big things usually happen when I’m least expecting them. Well, the day is young.
L>T.. If you ever start evolving higher spiritually it will most likely be because of something that has happened in your life. And the journey will be just as confusing to you as it is to the rest of us. Hugs.
Nick, I don’t think that you really mean that, you are more spiritual than you know, or let on.
Ralph and Karen sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. This couple is kissing all the time, they must be the most kissing couple I know. They are even kissing when they are fussing at each other, they are mentioned in the paper once in a while. He is a carpet layer that looks like an old hippie, and she helps him. They have been married about five years so I dare say that they are doing pretty well as a couple.
Cool things you can say in emails or blogs.
It isn't easy being in charge of such an elite operation.
Brighten/darken a day. Forward this edition of certified wisdom or bullshit to a friend or enemy today!
If you put your brain on the edge of a razor blade it would look like a BB rolling down a four-lane highway.
My highest ambition is to die on TV so I can entertain you.
I'm nuts because women drive me nuts. :-). My only joy anymore is to try to drive them nuts in return. But if I'm not stepping on my dick I'm stepping on my tongue. I'm just a sucker to women and the bait is a red dress.
I didn't believe in God until I got to know you, then I realized there MUST be a God because you're too fucking stupid to take care of yourself.
Success didn't spoil you, you've always been insufferable.
I'm not interested in your fuzzy moral math.
I bet that you produce achievements that cannot or should not be reproduced, ha, ha, ha.
So I see things that others aren't able to see, so what?
It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this?
I believe in miracles. What's life if you don't?
In thirty years this will effect me exactly how?
You're too damn dumb to be left alone.
OOPS, DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
Ah, you are the Princess of insufficient light.
Once you start to laugh at someone, their power over you dies.
Your sad little crainium has morphed into a delusional funhouse.
Evolution trumps intelligent design because there is zero evidence of an intelligent designer.
I don’t like my faults, don’t expect me to like yours.
Drawing on your fine command of the English language, I see that you said nothing.
You're one in a million! (Which means, there's 3,000 guys in China just like you!!!)
So your skills have no real application in real life?
If things don't go smoothly, don't worry. Bumpy roads lead to interesting places.
Hi. I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.
I avoid politicical meetings and things like that because by the end of the night all I have is a bag full of restraining orders.
Cuz we’re all cultured and shit.
I just like to annoy the grammatically pedantic.
If you don't like my thoughts and beliefs whose would you like? They are not my thoughts and beliefs, I've swiped them from Jesus, Chesterfield, Einstein and other greats.
Mrs. God produces and creates with evolutionary genetics, God trys to improve on her creations with advanced genetics through science.
Maybe it isn't his fault that he is that way, maybe his conception consisted of a blow job.
I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way. Everyone sing along now. *lol*
L>T.. If you ever start evolving higher spiritually it will most likely be because of something that has happened in your life. And the journey will be just as confusing to you as it is to the rest of us. Hugs.
Nick, I don’t think that you really mean that, you are more spiritual than you know, or let on.
Ralph and Karen sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. This couple is kissing all the time, they must be the most kissing couple I know. They are even kissing when they are fussing at each other, they are mentioned in the paper once in a while. He is a carpet layer that looks like an old hippie, and she helps him. They have been married about five years so I dare say that they are doing pretty well as a couple.
Cool things you can say in emails or blogs.
It isn't easy being in charge of such an elite operation.
Brighten/darken a day. Forward this edition of certified wisdom or bullshit to a friend or enemy today!
If you put your brain on the edge of a razor blade it would look like a BB rolling down a four-lane highway.
My highest ambition is to die on TV so I can entertain you.
I'm nuts because women drive me nuts. :-). My only joy anymore is to try to drive them nuts in return. But if I'm not stepping on my dick I'm stepping on my tongue. I'm just a sucker to women and the bait is a red dress.
I didn't believe in God until I got to know you, then I realized there MUST be a God because you're too fucking stupid to take care of yourself.
Success didn't spoil you, you've always been insufferable.
I'm not interested in your fuzzy moral math.
I bet that you produce achievements that cannot or should not be reproduced, ha, ha, ha.
So I see things that others aren't able to see, so what?
It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this?
I believe in miracles. What's life if you don't?
In thirty years this will effect me exactly how?
You're too damn dumb to be left alone.
OOPS, DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
Ah, you are the Princess of insufficient light.
Once you start to laugh at someone, their power over you dies.
Your sad little crainium has morphed into a delusional funhouse.
Evolution trumps intelligent design because there is zero evidence of an intelligent designer.
I don’t like my faults, don’t expect me to like yours.
Drawing on your fine command of the English language, I see that you said nothing.
You're one in a million! (Which means, there's 3,000 guys in China just like you!!!)
So your skills have no real application in real life?
If things don't go smoothly, don't worry. Bumpy roads lead to interesting places.
Hi. I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.
I avoid politicical meetings and things like that because by the end of the night all I have is a bag full of restraining orders.
Cuz we’re all cultured and shit.
I just like to annoy the grammatically pedantic.
If you don't like my thoughts and beliefs whose would you like? They are not my thoughts and beliefs, I've swiped them from Jesus, Chesterfield, Einstein and other greats.
Mrs. God produces and creates with evolutionary genetics, God trys to improve on her creations with advanced genetics through science.
Maybe it isn't his fault that he is that way, maybe his conception consisted of a blow job.
I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way. Everyone sing along now. *lol*
Monday, September 11, 2006
Did you fall off? & L>T
A vacationer strolled over to a farmer working in a field and asked, "Did you happen to see a wagonload of monkeys go by?"
"Nope," replied the farmer. "Did you fall off?"
Mrs. Johnson decided to have her own portrait painted by a very famous artist. She told the artist, "Paint me with 3- carot diamond earrings, a large diamond necklace, glimmering emerald bracelets, and a beautiful red ruby pendant."
"But ma'am, you are not wearing any of those things." "I know," said Mrs. Johnson. "My health is not good and my husband is having an affair with his secretary. When I die I'm sure he will marry her, and I want the bitch to go nuts looking for the jewelry..."
People tend to offer hospitality to only a limited number of people --persons whom they already know, mostly relatives and a few close friends. But, in Abraham's time, hospitality was extended to whomever needed it --strangers and acquaintances alike. In fact, in its original form, "hospitality" combines two separate words -- one meaning friend and the other meaning stranger. So, from the beginning of its usage, hospitality has carried with it the idea of making friends out of strangers. I often extend hospitality to strangers, do you?
Women are always yapping and complaining about men, it’s time men started complaining more also. God is a cranky old fart that complains about how women are? Well yes, sometimes. Mrs. God isn’t very happy about it all either, as we both just want everyone to get along and be good with each other.
L>T said…. "Call me shallow but i like sex to be fun. Some people are romantics(like in hollywood movies) & I'm not one of them i guess. I don't have any trouble looking anyone in the eye either. But it's not because I want to swallow their soul. I just like to see what lust looks like."
Well L>T….. If I’m following what you are saying, it is that you are not very spiritual, are not religious, are shallow, and likes what lust looks like. Pretty much describes monkeys to me. I pretty much viewed things that way for my first fifty years, and that worked for me. After all, monkey sex is pretty damn good if you have a good partner, so I can’t knock it for those that live that way. Lust is spiritual, and fun, I believe, after all, this all started with the instructions of survive and procreate, have sex. It’s our most basic instructions. But some of us evolve higher spirituality and then that monkey stuff isn’t enough anymore.
Cyndy Lu.... I want a teen-aged girl like I want another hole in my head for things to leak out of. I’m pretty sure that a young woman would just be more trouble than what I would want to deal with. No, I want a woman near my age that is spiritual to finish the rest of my life with. Is that asking too much?
Nick, I’ll tackle your comment later, maybe tomorrow. Being as you are a fan of Vonnegut I take it that you can handle a little of my telling you that you are thinking stupid. :-)
"Nope," replied the farmer. "Did you fall off?"
Mrs. Johnson decided to have her own portrait painted by a very famous artist. She told the artist, "Paint me with 3- carot diamond earrings, a large diamond necklace, glimmering emerald bracelets, and a beautiful red ruby pendant."
"But ma'am, you are not wearing any of those things." "I know," said Mrs. Johnson. "My health is not good and my husband is having an affair with his secretary. When I die I'm sure he will marry her, and I want the bitch to go nuts looking for the jewelry..."
People tend to offer hospitality to only a limited number of people --persons whom they already know, mostly relatives and a few close friends. But, in Abraham's time, hospitality was extended to whomever needed it --strangers and acquaintances alike. In fact, in its original form, "hospitality" combines two separate words -- one meaning friend and the other meaning stranger. So, from the beginning of its usage, hospitality has carried with it the idea of making friends out of strangers. I often extend hospitality to strangers, do you?
Women are always yapping and complaining about men, it’s time men started complaining more also. God is a cranky old fart that complains about how women are? Well yes, sometimes. Mrs. God isn’t very happy about it all either, as we both just want everyone to get along and be good with each other.
L>T said…. "Call me shallow but i like sex to be fun. Some people are romantics(like in hollywood movies) & I'm not one of them i guess. I don't have any trouble looking anyone in the eye either. But it's not because I want to swallow their soul. I just like to see what lust looks like."
Well L>T….. If I’m following what you are saying, it is that you are not very spiritual, are not religious, are shallow, and likes what lust looks like. Pretty much describes monkeys to me. I pretty much viewed things that way for my first fifty years, and that worked for me. After all, monkey sex is pretty damn good if you have a good partner, so I can’t knock it for those that live that way. Lust is spiritual, and fun, I believe, after all, this all started with the instructions of survive and procreate, have sex. It’s our most basic instructions. But some of us evolve higher spirituality and then that monkey stuff isn’t enough anymore.
Cyndy Lu.... I want a teen-aged girl like I want another hole in my head for things to leak out of. I’m pretty sure that a young woman would just be more trouble than what I would want to deal with. No, I want a woman near my age that is spiritual to finish the rest of my life with. Is that asking too much?
Nick, I’ll tackle your comment later, maybe tomorrow. Being as you are a fan of Vonnegut I take it that you can handle a little of my telling you that you are thinking stupid. :-)
Hi Monkeys
Fifty years
Some of the things that I’m trying to get people to believe today, like the fact that we are God in evolution, may not be accepted for fifty or so years. I know that, but I have to say those things today so that they can be seen in Fifty years. This current generation of mankind is too thick headed and brainwashed to see it. Or simply don’t know what to think. And many do not want to accept the responsibility of being God, even in evolution.
Based on my keen powers of observation when I’m not being thicker than a fence post, and the fact that I often hike to the hot springs, what some men are looking for may be out there walking a trail already, and looking for like minded company. I come across women hiking alone all the time. So why don’t you fellows just fill a backpack and start hiking, then try to strike up conversations with the women you come upon. Make up some cards with your blog and email address’s on them. Running all over just puts you past the women really fast.
I hear all the time about how hard it is to have decent relationships with women, it’s time they started hearing it also, and deciding if they really want to do something about it. Or just whine about men and stay alone. A lot of the advice in women’s magazines these days are hurting women more than helping them.
Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it.
A new study says that having sex decreases your chances of getting a cold. The more sex you have, the less you'll have a cold. Just wait until guys get hold of this. A woman sneezes and he'll be saying, "Hey, I got something for that."
Comments
Replies to comments on this and other blogs.
"But as a once diehard fan (and I admit, I could easily become one again), it saddens me that you've gone from liking your readers to basically despising most of them."
The above was posted on Scott Adam’s blog. I’m sure that Scott likes his readers, even loves them. It’s just that he despises what they are at some levels. He probably doesn’t like what he is at some levels also, anymore than I like what I am at some levels. At one time it seemed that he was bent on building a good eco-home. Now he is married and recently bought a townhouse and is trying to keep a woman happy by doing things he wouldn’t otherwise be doing. See where I’m going with this?
Make feeding people into a game? That’s a thought seeing as the monkeys love games so much, and spend billions of dollars a year on football (a stupid game if ever I saw one) and other games. Make feeding people a competitive sport and maybe thirty thousand people a day wouldn’t die of starvation.
[L>T said... only under the sheets God. ;]
So L>T, you seem to like sex, and are okay talking about it. I wonder, do you do human monkey sex, or spiritual sex? I’m just wondering. I asked this lady friend that is always talking about sex one day if she looked into her husbands eyes while they where having sex. I was curious because she keeps saying that she is an old soul, has been flowing through the universe for a long time. Boy, did that question spook her. She had been looking into my eyes but when I asked she quickly looked away and said something like "No way." and scurried off. So much for being an old soul, they’re just doing the monkey sex thing.
I like to watch romantic movies, especially comedies. I started noticing something about many of them. Even though many of the couples have only known each other a few days, or hours, when they make love, or sex each other, they are looking into each others eyes. Ever notice that? Here are two spiritual beings enjoying each other and the human bodies they are interacting with. Their human brains haven’t started interfering with that interaction yet. Someone in Hollywood must understand this at some level.
[My point is we should on look on the collective insides of ourselves...to know ourselves.]
Collective is the operative word there.
[Human beings are capable of higher consciousness...of evolving.]
And if they don’t stop screwing around and get on with it, then it is going to be to late.
[when you say I have the conviction that God is a real human-like man/woman. Maybe we mean the same thing?]
I have no idea what you mean, so I can only address what I mean. It’s a spirit, why wouldn’t it flow through humans? Or try to anyway.
[I don't choose to be serious about "God" & all that metaphysical crap.]
And just exactly when did our higher collective consciousness become metaphysical crap? If you choose not to be serious about God, then you are not taking yourself seriously. I don’t do metaphysical crap, don’t read it, don’t study it. What I believe comes from a higher collective consciousness. A lot of metaphysical crap out there is just humans crapping in books and making money selling the crap to monkeys. And horoscopes, spare me from the idiots that write those. And from the idiots that want to plot my astrological chart. My birth certificate has no time of birth on it, just the month, day, year. And it doesn’t matter, twins born within minutes of each other have completely different lives, so much for charting such nonsense.
[What does someone elses mystical revelations have to do with me?]
We are all interconnected, so I say, quite a lot.
[& by Mrs.God you mean like mother earth?]
Only in part. You and I are complex, so it’s fair to say that she is also, that she has a conscious spiritual side to her also. Above the basic pagan energy that creates life.
[Satan said... What's wrong with you? Let the monkeys play!]
Well Pal, I want them to grow up some. That is what is wrong with me. I want them to worry more about the wars and all the people getting killed, and the thirty thousand people a day that die of starvation. Worry more about polluting and destroying the planet. To evolve spiritually higher, to take responsibility for being God. Too much to expect of monkeys?
Animist: One who accepts the doctrine of animism.
Animism: The doctrine that all natural objects and the universe itself have souls. (But I wonder about monkeys)
You liberate a country by destroying it? Okay, when will America be liberated?
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.
A dog owns nothing, yet is seldom dissatisfied.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
Thick headed.
Human beans are amusing. You human beans are so thick headed that you don’t see that you can’t fix things through politics and democracy. You have been trying that for thousands of years and just keep making things worse. Fixing things will take a spirituality, of you being God. You Beans are so confused.
Plan ?
You human beans sure have thick heads.. No there wasn’t any plan in the beginning. Just a few instructions. Survive, procreate. It was just a sexual energy out there that created (and still is) all sexual debris out there you monkeys call planets, moons, suns, comets, and such. Then the miracle of life happened on this planet. Then a consciousness started forming, then a plan for love and peace starting forming and evolving. But the monkeys keep screwing it up.
Mary @
http://peacechick.blogspot.com/
Spoke of reading and understanding the bible. Why read it at all? If you were born in Afghanistan (and another part of you were) you would be reading the Koran, and why read it at all? Both of those books are old, and nonsense. It's time to move on so that mankind can keep evolving. Our spirituality cannot keep evolving if humans are going to keep being hung up on those old books. Read the bible, read the Koran. Ha, ha, ha, that is so funny, the beans amuse God. Well frustrate God.
I don't really understand the folks that keep speaking of the 'light'. They don't know what it is, I am the light. You are the light. If you think there is some magical light out there in the cosmos, it’s because, well, because you beans are so brainwashed.
Azgoddess @ http://iamsorryworld.blogspot.com/ once asked a Christian lady if God was really hung. Being as there is so many men on this planet, that depends. Which part of God? Which man? The more interesting question to me is. Is Goddess, in female human form keeping her vagina exercised and in good shape? Can she ‘grab’ a mans member? If so, it doesn’t really matter how well he is hung does it? The only thing that matters is if they are both friendly to each other.
This has gotten long, it’s a lot to expect monkeys to read I suppose, so I will shut up for now. Have a good day all. Ask yourself "How would we live if we where more spirituality advance?" BBC
Some of the things that I’m trying to get people to believe today, like the fact that we are God in evolution, may not be accepted for fifty or so years. I know that, but I have to say those things today so that they can be seen in Fifty years. This current generation of mankind is too thick headed and brainwashed to see it. Or simply don’t know what to think. And many do not want to accept the responsibility of being God, even in evolution.
Based on my keen powers of observation when I’m not being thicker than a fence post, and the fact that I often hike to the hot springs, what some men are looking for may be out there walking a trail already, and looking for like minded company. I come across women hiking alone all the time. So why don’t you fellows just fill a backpack and start hiking, then try to strike up conversations with the women you come upon. Make up some cards with your blog and email address’s on them. Running all over just puts you past the women really fast.
I hear all the time about how hard it is to have decent relationships with women, it’s time they started hearing it also, and deciding if they really want to do something about it. Or just whine about men and stay alone. A lot of the advice in women’s magazines these days are hurting women more than helping them.
Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all others because you were born in it.
A new study says that having sex decreases your chances of getting a cold. The more sex you have, the less you'll have a cold. Just wait until guys get hold of this. A woman sneezes and he'll be saying, "Hey, I got something for that."
Comments
Replies to comments on this and other blogs.
"But as a once diehard fan (and I admit, I could easily become one again), it saddens me that you've gone from liking your readers to basically despising most of them."
The above was posted on Scott Adam’s blog. I’m sure that Scott likes his readers, even loves them. It’s just that he despises what they are at some levels. He probably doesn’t like what he is at some levels also, anymore than I like what I am at some levels. At one time it seemed that he was bent on building a good eco-home. Now he is married and recently bought a townhouse and is trying to keep a woman happy by doing things he wouldn’t otherwise be doing. See where I’m going with this?
Make feeding people into a game? That’s a thought seeing as the monkeys love games so much, and spend billions of dollars a year on football (a stupid game if ever I saw one) and other games. Make feeding people a competitive sport and maybe thirty thousand people a day wouldn’t die of starvation.
[L>T said... only under the sheets God. ;]
So L>T, you seem to like sex, and are okay talking about it. I wonder, do you do human monkey sex, or spiritual sex? I’m just wondering. I asked this lady friend that is always talking about sex one day if she looked into her husbands eyes while they where having sex. I was curious because she keeps saying that she is an old soul, has been flowing through the universe for a long time. Boy, did that question spook her. She had been looking into my eyes but when I asked she quickly looked away and said something like "No way." and scurried off. So much for being an old soul, they’re just doing the monkey sex thing.
I like to watch romantic movies, especially comedies. I started noticing something about many of them. Even though many of the couples have only known each other a few days, or hours, when they make love, or sex each other, they are looking into each others eyes. Ever notice that? Here are two spiritual beings enjoying each other and the human bodies they are interacting with. Their human brains haven’t started interfering with that interaction yet. Someone in Hollywood must understand this at some level.
[My point is we should on look on the collective insides of ourselves...to know ourselves.]
Collective is the operative word there.
[Human beings are capable of higher consciousness...of evolving.]
And if they don’t stop screwing around and get on with it, then it is going to be to late.
[when you say I have the conviction that God is a real human-like man/woman. Maybe we mean the same thing?]
I have no idea what you mean, so I can only address what I mean. It’s a spirit, why wouldn’t it flow through humans? Or try to anyway.
[I don't choose to be serious about "God" & all that metaphysical crap.]
And just exactly when did our higher collective consciousness become metaphysical crap? If you choose not to be serious about God, then you are not taking yourself seriously. I don’t do metaphysical crap, don’t read it, don’t study it. What I believe comes from a higher collective consciousness. A lot of metaphysical crap out there is just humans crapping in books and making money selling the crap to monkeys. And horoscopes, spare me from the idiots that write those. And from the idiots that want to plot my astrological chart. My birth certificate has no time of birth on it, just the month, day, year. And it doesn’t matter, twins born within minutes of each other have completely different lives, so much for charting such nonsense.
[What does someone elses mystical revelations have to do with me?]
We are all interconnected, so I say, quite a lot.
[& by Mrs.God you mean like mother earth?]
Only in part. You and I are complex, so it’s fair to say that she is also, that she has a conscious spiritual side to her also. Above the basic pagan energy that creates life.
[Satan said... What's wrong with you? Let the monkeys play!]
Well Pal, I want them to grow up some. That is what is wrong with me. I want them to worry more about the wars and all the people getting killed, and the thirty thousand people a day that die of starvation. Worry more about polluting and destroying the planet. To evolve spiritually higher, to take responsibility for being God. Too much to expect of monkeys?
Animist: One who accepts the doctrine of animism.
Animism: The doctrine that all natural objects and the universe itself have souls. (But I wonder about monkeys)
You liberate a country by destroying it? Okay, when will America be liberated?
If a dog jumps in your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.
Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.
A dog owns nothing, yet is seldom dissatisfied.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
Thick headed.
Human beans are amusing. You human beans are so thick headed that you don’t see that you can’t fix things through politics and democracy. You have been trying that for thousands of years and just keep making things worse. Fixing things will take a spirituality, of you being God. You Beans are so confused.
Plan ?
You human beans sure have thick heads.. No there wasn’t any plan in the beginning. Just a few instructions. Survive, procreate. It was just a sexual energy out there that created (and still is) all sexual debris out there you monkeys call planets, moons, suns, comets, and such. Then the miracle of life happened on this planet. Then a consciousness started forming, then a plan for love and peace starting forming and evolving. But the monkeys keep screwing it up.
Mary @
http://peacechick.blogspot.com/
Spoke of reading and understanding the bible. Why read it at all? If you were born in Afghanistan (and another part of you were) you would be reading the Koran, and why read it at all? Both of those books are old, and nonsense. It's time to move on so that mankind can keep evolving. Our spirituality cannot keep evolving if humans are going to keep being hung up on those old books. Read the bible, read the Koran. Ha, ha, ha, that is so funny, the beans amuse God. Well frustrate God.
I don't really understand the folks that keep speaking of the 'light'. They don't know what it is, I am the light. You are the light. If you think there is some magical light out there in the cosmos, it’s because, well, because you beans are so brainwashed.
Azgoddess @ http://iamsorryworld.blogspot.com/ once asked a Christian lady if God was really hung. Being as there is so many men on this planet, that depends. Which part of God? Which man? The more interesting question to me is. Is Goddess, in female human form keeping her vagina exercised and in good shape? Can she ‘grab’ a mans member? If so, it doesn’t really matter how well he is hung does it? The only thing that matters is if they are both friendly to each other.
This has gotten long, it’s a lot to expect monkeys to read I suppose, so I will shut up for now. Have a good day all. Ask yourself "How would we live if we where more spirituality advance?" BBC
The F word
Military Acronyms Involving The F Word
figmo - fuck it, got my orders
fubab - fucked up beyond all belief
fubar - fucked up beyond all recognition/repair
fumtu - fucked up more than usual
snafu - situation normal, all fucked up
tarfu - things are really fucked up
janfu - joint army-navy fuckup.
gfu - general fuck-up
samfu - self-adjusting military fuck-up
sapfu - surpassing all previous fuck-ups
susfu - situation unchanged, still fucked-up
WOFTAM - Waste Of Fucking Time And Money
RTFM - Read the Fucking Manual
figmo - fuck it, got my orders
fubab - fucked up beyond all belief
fubar - fucked up beyond all recognition/repair
fumtu - fucked up more than usual
snafu - situation normal, all fucked up
tarfu - things are really fucked up
janfu - joint army-navy fuckup.
gfu - general fuck-up
samfu - self-adjusting military fuck-up
sapfu - surpassing all previous fuck-ups
susfu - situation unchanged, still fucked-up
WOFTAM - Waste Of Fucking Time And Money
RTFM - Read the Fucking Manual
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Make me feel like a woman
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted. - Albert Einstein
Now that communism has fallen, the next great evil humankind must confront is capitalism. - John Le Carre
I found that interesting quote @ http://cultureghost.blogspot.com/
Something else that should fall is needy, greedy American women. If American women want respect from me, they have to earn it.
Make you feel like a woman?
Sure, more than happy too.
I’ll kiss your breasts while you fondle my penis.
No?
What then?
In some other way?
Are you sure?
Very well then,
Iron this shirt.
LOL
Now that communism has fallen, the next great evil humankind must confront is capitalism. - John Le Carre
I found that interesting quote @ http://cultureghost.blogspot.com/
Something else that should fall is needy, greedy American women. If American women want respect from me, they have to earn it.
Make you feel like a woman?
Sure, more than happy too.
I’ll kiss your breasts while you fondle my penis.
No?
What then?
In some other way?
Are you sure?
Very well then,
Iron this shirt.
LOL
Hey Nick
A blonde was driving home after a game and got caught in a really bad hailstorm. Her car was covered with dents, so the next day she took it to a repair shop. The shop owner saw that she was a blonde, so he decided to have some fun. He told her just to go home and blow into the tail pipe really hard, and all the dents would pop out. So, the blonde went home, got down on her hands and knees and started blowing into her tailpipe.
Nothing happened. So she blew a little harder, and still nothing happened. Her roommate, another blonde, came home and said, "What are you doing?" The first blonde told her how the repairman had instructed her to blow into the tail pipe in order to get all the dents to pop out. The roommate rolled her eyes and said, "Duh, like hello! You need to roll up the windows first."
I wish that people would get it into their thick heads that I alone am not God, only one part of God. That we are God, in evolution. The fact that I am God is not scary, the fact that everyone else isn’t, that is scary. It keeps you surrounded by the Christians and Muslims and all the other nut cases that is screwing this planet all up. We are spiritual beings trying to enjoy this physical planet and sex with each other. Now, start doing your part damn it.
Just a reminder. Patriotism is an infantile disease. Albert Einstein. I would like to add that so is Nationalism. People like that are tearing this world apart. You people need to study Einstein more instead of the crap they are writing today.
This is for Nick and other poor blokes like him, the rest of you need not concern yourselves with it.
Nick, if you want a mate, and I think you do, you will have to settle for one of these monkeys in makeup. The ones I at times call human beans, because I get so frustrated at them you know. But if you do, you can expect her to cause you more brain damage. Or you can narrow in on what you really want. Life is about lessons and I’ve had them all.
On her blog @ http://iamsorryworld.blogspot.com/
You said.. [I also enjoy the simple life, less material possessions, less complications, less distractions, less "noise" equals more time to enjoy a real life. The phony entertainment are just time fillers, I prefer quiet time, just me and my thoughts, the world and universe.]
Well, friend, then you need to find a mate that believes the same, but you know what Einstein said about American women. The one that chased me this summer claimed to be a basic person, but it was just a scam because she was interested in me and knew how I am, so she was trying to convince me that she was also. Only she owns a very nice home on five acres that she rents out. Owns a condo, that I did some upgrades on this summer. Upgrades that really didn’t need to be done as the place was pretty much just fine the way it was, other than it didn’t suit her needy ego. She has a new Toyota Prius, but won’t keep it long, gets a new car every few years is the impression I get. Claims to be an ecologist but doesn’t stop to think how much pollution it takes to make a new car. She hops on a plane and visits other places anytime she likes. Blah, blah, blah. Some ecologist.
Well, she has gone now I think, back to California to make some big money for five or six months. That is her American woman obsession you know, money, and what she thinks is security. And she didn’t even say good bye. Wait, she is the president of the local chapter Insane Chicks Society, so that is too be expected. My point is that you have to watch for the cons that say they are basic but really aren’t. A truly basic person will go hiking with you, stay in a tent with you, eat over campfires with you, for months at a time while you explore areas. It sounds like that is what you would like to do and be. And it’s okay to be that. There are a few women like that, but not many. Most of them want a hotel room every night, and a meal in a nice café. They aren’t spiritual, don’t worry much about all their sisters that die of starvation everyday. It seems to me that you need someone with that spiritual bent.
America has brainwashed most of it’s women and made them needy. Even if you find one that is independent she is more often than not going to be looking into your wallet to see what you can add to her bank so she can have more. It’s hard to find one that believes "All I have is all I need." And if that is what you need then maybe you should advertise for such a lady, she must be looking for you also. And don’t let the others con you, it will just cause you more brain damage. There is an old saying, "I hear what you are saying, but I see what you are doing." Don’t just listen what they are saying, look also at what they are doing, how they are living. Or get a hooker, I’ve never met a hooker I didn’t like, and they don’t play stupid head games with you. And don’t discount a retired hooker, they can make pretty decent mates.
I know a lady, a pretty sweet lady, she works, he doesn’t, well, he mess’s around and makes a little money, but mostly he just plays in the mess that is his domain, his junk yard. And she lives in the middle of it with him. So there are a few women like that.
I could go on and on with what I’ve learned from my experiences and observations, but I won’t. My point is only that you should do and be what you want to do and be, and you should seek a woman that is okay with that and wants to share it with you. And not let others distract you, as you will try to make them happy and it won’t work, you’ll just end up with more brain damage. Life is about lessons and if you don’t learn them, or remember them, you just keep getting them over and over again. Believe me, I keep forgetting those lessons every time another women shows interest in me. But I’m getting wiser and jumping away from them quicker these days. Leave those women to the men foolish enough to work their butts off for them.
I wouldn’t mind a working woman, I would just stay home and take care of the home and cook the meals. But I wouldn’t go work full time again just so she can have more, too many America women are too needy and don’t care about their starving sisters. And thanks to bitchs like Martha Stewart putting ideas into their heads, I don’t think they even feel guilty about it. So, what do you want to bet that I just ticked a few women off? It’s okay, they’re not going to go look in a mirror anyway. There aren’t many women on this planet like the lady next door that should be teaching these gals how to be. BBC
Nothing happened. So she blew a little harder, and still nothing happened. Her roommate, another blonde, came home and said, "What are you doing?" The first blonde told her how the repairman had instructed her to blow into the tail pipe in order to get all the dents to pop out. The roommate rolled her eyes and said, "Duh, like hello! You need to roll up the windows first."
I wish that people would get it into their thick heads that I alone am not God, only one part of God. That we are God, in evolution. The fact that I am God is not scary, the fact that everyone else isn’t, that is scary. It keeps you surrounded by the Christians and Muslims and all the other nut cases that is screwing this planet all up. We are spiritual beings trying to enjoy this physical planet and sex with each other. Now, start doing your part damn it.
Just a reminder. Patriotism is an infantile disease. Albert Einstein. I would like to add that so is Nationalism. People like that are tearing this world apart. You people need to study Einstein more instead of the crap they are writing today.
This is for Nick and other poor blokes like him, the rest of you need not concern yourselves with it.
Nick, if you want a mate, and I think you do, you will have to settle for one of these monkeys in makeup. The ones I at times call human beans, because I get so frustrated at them you know. But if you do, you can expect her to cause you more brain damage. Or you can narrow in on what you really want. Life is about lessons and I’ve had them all.
On her blog @ http://iamsorryworld.blogspot.com/
You said.. [I also enjoy the simple life, less material possessions, less complications, less distractions, less "noise" equals more time to enjoy a real life. The phony entertainment are just time fillers, I prefer quiet time, just me and my thoughts, the world and universe.]
Well, friend, then you need to find a mate that believes the same, but you know what Einstein said about American women. The one that chased me this summer claimed to be a basic person, but it was just a scam because she was interested in me and knew how I am, so she was trying to convince me that she was also. Only she owns a very nice home on five acres that she rents out. Owns a condo, that I did some upgrades on this summer. Upgrades that really didn’t need to be done as the place was pretty much just fine the way it was, other than it didn’t suit her needy ego. She has a new Toyota Prius, but won’t keep it long, gets a new car every few years is the impression I get. Claims to be an ecologist but doesn’t stop to think how much pollution it takes to make a new car. She hops on a plane and visits other places anytime she likes. Blah, blah, blah. Some ecologist.
Well, she has gone now I think, back to California to make some big money for five or six months. That is her American woman obsession you know, money, and what she thinks is security. And she didn’t even say good bye. Wait, she is the president of the local chapter Insane Chicks Society, so that is too be expected. My point is that you have to watch for the cons that say they are basic but really aren’t. A truly basic person will go hiking with you, stay in a tent with you, eat over campfires with you, for months at a time while you explore areas. It sounds like that is what you would like to do and be. And it’s okay to be that. There are a few women like that, but not many. Most of them want a hotel room every night, and a meal in a nice café. They aren’t spiritual, don’t worry much about all their sisters that die of starvation everyday. It seems to me that you need someone with that spiritual bent.
America has brainwashed most of it’s women and made them needy. Even if you find one that is independent she is more often than not going to be looking into your wallet to see what you can add to her bank so she can have more. It’s hard to find one that believes "All I have is all I need." And if that is what you need then maybe you should advertise for such a lady, she must be looking for you also. And don’t let the others con you, it will just cause you more brain damage. There is an old saying, "I hear what you are saying, but I see what you are doing." Don’t just listen what they are saying, look also at what they are doing, how they are living. Or get a hooker, I’ve never met a hooker I didn’t like, and they don’t play stupid head games with you. And don’t discount a retired hooker, they can make pretty decent mates.
I know a lady, a pretty sweet lady, she works, he doesn’t, well, he mess’s around and makes a little money, but mostly he just plays in the mess that is his domain, his junk yard. And she lives in the middle of it with him. So there are a few women like that.
I could go on and on with what I’ve learned from my experiences and observations, but I won’t. My point is only that you should do and be what you want to do and be, and you should seek a woman that is okay with that and wants to share it with you. And not let others distract you, as you will try to make them happy and it won’t work, you’ll just end up with more brain damage. Life is about lessons and if you don’t learn them, or remember them, you just keep getting them over and over again. Believe me, I keep forgetting those lessons every time another women shows interest in me. But I’m getting wiser and jumping away from them quicker these days. Leave those women to the men foolish enough to work their butts off for them.
I wouldn’t mind a working woman, I would just stay home and take care of the home and cook the meals. But I wouldn’t go work full time again just so she can have more, too many America women are too needy and don’t care about their starving sisters. And thanks to bitchs like Martha Stewart putting ideas into their heads, I don’t think they even feel guilty about it. So, what do you want to bet that I just ticked a few women off? It’s okay, they’re not going to go look in a mirror anyway. There aren’t many women on this planet like the lady next door that should be teaching these gals how to be. BBC
Saturday, September 09, 2006
69
First: This idiot that should not shop for clothes for himself went and bought a pack of new shorts. I’m afraid to open it to see if they fit.
This house that I’m painting the interior in is next door to a private airstrip. Yesterday I heard a big rumbling engine so I went to look to see what kind of plane it was. It was some kind of ex war plane, Airforce I suppose, as it had an Airforce insignia on it. It’s the kind of plane Richard Bach would like to own and fly. I know that he lives in the area, but I think on one of the islands in the San Juan’s. Anyway, the interesting thing about it was the large number on it…. 69. A macho plane for a macho man it appears.
The Easter Dick looks like a Hopi sand painting? Boy, I hope people don’t start telling me that I’m an artist because I’m not. I can’t paint anything but houses.
I hate to admit it but George (the director of the library system here) is right. Everyone on this planet is crazy. Everyone, you, me, certifiably bonkers. And the biggest nuts have risen to the top and lead us. What a sad state of affairs this planet is.
This house that I’m painting the interior in is next door to a private airstrip. Yesterday I heard a big rumbling engine so I went to look to see what kind of plane it was. It was some kind of ex war plane, Airforce I suppose, as it had an Airforce insignia on it. It’s the kind of plane Richard Bach would like to own and fly. I know that he lives in the area, but I think on one of the islands in the San Juan’s. Anyway, the interesting thing about it was the large number on it…. 69. A macho plane for a macho man it appears.
The Easter Dick looks like a Hopi sand painting? Boy, I hope people don’t start telling me that I’m an artist because I’m not. I can’t paint anything but houses.
I hate to admit it but George (the director of the library system here) is right. Everyone on this planet is crazy. Everyone, you, me, certifiably bonkers. And the biggest nuts have risen to the top and lead us. What a sad state of affairs this planet is.
The Driver
Hillary Clinton and her driver were cruising along a country road, one evening when an ancient cow loomed in front of the car. The driver tried to avoid it but couldn't - the aged bovine was struck and killed.
Hillary told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what had happened. She stayed in the car making phone calls to lobbyists.
About an hour later the driver staggered back to the car with his clothes in disarray. He was holding a half-empty bottle of expensive wine in one hand, a rare, huge Cuban cigar in the other, and was smiling happily, smeared with lipstick.
"What happened to you?" asked Hillary.
"Well," the driver replied, "the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful twin daughters made mad passionate love to me!"
"My God, what did you tell them?" asked Hillary.
The driver replied, "I just stepped inside the door and said, 'I'm Hillary Clinton's driver and I've just killed the old cow.' The rest happened so fast I couldn't stop it."
Hillary told her driver to go up to the farmhouse and explain to the owners what had happened. She stayed in the car making phone calls to lobbyists.
About an hour later the driver staggered back to the car with his clothes in disarray. He was holding a half-empty bottle of expensive wine in one hand, a rare, huge Cuban cigar in the other, and was smiling happily, smeared with lipstick.
"What happened to you?" asked Hillary.
"Well," the driver replied, "the farmer gave me the cigar, his wife gave me the wine, and their beautiful twin daughters made mad passionate love to me!"
"My God, what did you tell them?" asked Hillary.
The driver replied, "I just stepped inside the door and said, 'I'm Hillary Clinton's driver and I've just killed the old cow.' The rest happened so fast I couldn't stop it."
Friday, September 08, 2006
Cheer up Az
Arizona Goddess needs cheering up so I will post the Easter Dick. On the other hand, it might depress her even more. Some will like it, some won’t. The rest won’t care one way or the other. Ya just put what you have out there and let it flow. That’s life on this planet.
I will
Hi Beans …Not many other Gods or Goddess’s around, so I will entertain the human beans.
Nancy, a city girl, married a farmer.
One morning, before the farmer went out to the field, he said, "Honey, the artificial insemination man is coming over this morning to impregnate one of the cows. I put a nail in a two-by-four over the stall. Please show him where it is."
When the man arrived, Nancy led him down the row of stalls until she saw the nail. She pointed to the stall and the man remarked, "Are you sure?"
"Yep, it's the one with the nail," said Nancy.
"What's the nail for?" inquired the man.
"Well, I guess it's there to hang your pants on."
****
A teacher was doing a study testing the senses of first graders using a bowl of lifesavers. He gave all the children the same kind of lifesavers, one at a time and asked them to identify them by color and flavor. The children began to say.
red...cherry
yellow...lemon
green...lime
orange...orange
Finally the teacher gave them all honey lifesavers. After eating them for a few minutes none of the children could identify the taste. "Well," he said, "I'll give you a clue. It's what your mother might call your father sometimes.
One little girl looked up in horror, spit out her candy and yelled, "Oh my God, they're assholes!"
****
A local United Way office realized that the organization had never received a donation from the town's most successful lawyer. The person in charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute.
"Our research shows that out of a yearly income of at least $500,000, you give not a penny to charity. Wouldn't you like to give back to the community in some way?"
The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, "First, did your research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and has medical bills that are several times her annual income?"
Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, "Um ... no."
The lawyer interrupts, "or that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair?"
The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an apology, but was interrupted again.
"...or that my sister's husband died in a traffic accident," the lawyer's voice rising in indignation, "leaving her penniless with three children?!"
The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, said simply, "I had no idea..."
On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, "So if I don't give any money to them, why should I give any to you?"
Nancy, a city girl, married a farmer.
One morning, before the farmer went out to the field, he said, "Honey, the artificial insemination man is coming over this morning to impregnate one of the cows. I put a nail in a two-by-four over the stall. Please show him where it is."
When the man arrived, Nancy led him down the row of stalls until she saw the nail. She pointed to the stall and the man remarked, "Are you sure?"
"Yep, it's the one with the nail," said Nancy.
"What's the nail for?" inquired the man.
"Well, I guess it's there to hang your pants on."
****
A teacher was doing a study testing the senses of first graders using a bowl of lifesavers. He gave all the children the same kind of lifesavers, one at a time and asked them to identify them by color and flavor. The children began to say.
red...cherry
yellow...lemon
green...lime
orange...orange
Finally the teacher gave them all honey lifesavers. After eating them for a few minutes none of the children could identify the taste. "Well," he said, "I'll give you a clue. It's what your mother might call your father sometimes.
One little girl looked up in horror, spit out her candy and yelled, "Oh my God, they're assholes!"
****
A local United Way office realized that the organization had never received a donation from the town's most successful lawyer. The person in charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute.
"Our research shows that out of a yearly income of at least $500,000, you give not a penny to charity. Wouldn't you like to give back to the community in some way?"
The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, "First, did your research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and has medical bills that are several times her annual income?"
Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, "Um ... no."
The lawyer interrupts, "or that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to a wheelchair?"
The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an apology, but was interrupted again.
"...or that my sister's husband died in a traffic accident," the lawyer's voice rising in indignation, "leaving her penniless with three children?!"
The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten, said simply, "I had no idea..."
On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, "So if I don't give any money to them, why should I give any to you?"
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Mrs. God
I’m tired of human beans, I’m tired of their fucked up beliefs, needs and greed’s. I’m tired of trying to tell them anything and arguing with them. I’m tired of the fucked up Godless women on this planet. It’s bullshit to have to be alone on this planet because everyone is so Godless. They don’t believe in God or they would see that they are God. They don’t believe in me, so I won’t believe in them. Really, just how many people really care that thirty thousand people a day die of starvation as long as they eat well? Have nice homes, drive nice cars? How many?
Mrs. God
No point in my trying to tell human beans about Mrs. God, they wouldn’t believe me anyway, and she has no other voice here. I can’t find Mrs. God. They killed Mrs. God, and now they are killing her planet. They even kill each other. Human beans are stupid. So I guess I will just entertain the all Godless human beans until their last days.
"Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed." -Albert Einstein
What some women think… If you get them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.
The qualities that most attract a woman to a man are usually the bulge in his pants, where his wallet is, that’s all they really care about.
Sex discriminates against the shy and the ugly, but booze helps them get laid.
You cannot produce a baby in one month by impregnating nine women.
Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.
When the Director of Nursing became aware of Edna's heroic act, she considered her to be mentally stable. When she went to tell Edna the news she said, "Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged; since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of another patient, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.
The bad news is that Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself in his bathroom with the belt to his robe right after you saved him. I am sorry, but he's dead." Edna replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?"
In the news….LEXINGTON, Ky. - The sole survivor of a plane crash that killed 49 people near the Lexington airport last week told family members from his hospital bed, "Why did God do this to me?" but he hasn't mentioned the crash, a close family friend said Wednesday.
God didn’t do anything to him, God is a nice guy, people stupid enough to get on airplanes are just asking for it. But everyone likes to blame God for everything. Ha, ha, ha. Human beans are so funny, they entertain me so I will entertain them.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/9chickweedlane
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/bloomcounty
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity
(Or wouldn’t, because Beans are stupid)
Have a nice day…. Beans. BBC
Mrs. God
No point in my trying to tell human beans about Mrs. God, they wouldn’t believe me anyway, and she has no other voice here. I can’t find Mrs. God. They killed Mrs. God, and now they are killing her planet. They even kill each other. Human beans are stupid. So I guess I will just entertain the all Godless human beans until their last days.
"Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed." -Albert Einstein
What some women think… If you get them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.
The qualities that most attract a woman to a man are usually the bulge in his pants, where his wallet is, that’s all they really care about.
Sex discriminates against the shy and the ugly, but booze helps them get laid.
You cannot produce a baby in one month by impregnating nine women.
Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.
When the Director of Nursing became aware of Edna's heroic act, she considered her to be mentally stable. When she went to tell Edna the news she said, "Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged; since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of another patient, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.
The bad news is that Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself in his bathroom with the belt to his robe right after you saved him. I am sorry, but he's dead." Edna replied, "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?"
In the news….LEXINGTON, Ky. - The sole survivor of a plane crash that killed 49 people near the Lexington airport last week told family members from his hospital bed, "Why did God do this to me?" but he hasn't mentioned the crash, a close family friend said Wednesday.
God didn’t do anything to him, God is a nice guy, people stupid enough to get on airplanes are just asking for it. But everyone likes to blame God for everything. Ha, ha, ha. Human beans are so funny, they entertain me so I will entertain them.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/9chickweedlane
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/bloomcounty
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity
(Or wouldn’t, because Beans are stupid)
Have a nice day…. Beans. BBC
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Hi
Welcome to Earth.
Third rock from the sun.
Fuck you. :-)
I don’t feel like trying to explain things to human beans right now. You’re all so damn thick headed that you can’t see that you are God, and that this planet won’t become a better place until you accept that and make it a better place. Yeah….. Fuck you, I’m tired of human beans. Leave me alone.
Go fuck each others brains out with your little monkey brains. BBC
Third rock from the sun.
Fuck you. :-)
I don’t feel like trying to explain things to human beans right now. You’re all so damn thick headed that you can’t see that you are God, and that this planet won’t become a better place until you accept that and make it a better place. Yeah….. Fuck you, I’m tired of human beans. Leave me alone.
Go fuck each others brains out with your little monkey brains. BBC
Christian Women
I swiped the following quote from,
http://wwwt-spot.blogspot.com/
Don’t know where she swiped it from, and I don’t care. Robin Hood’s thieves would have been proud of us modern ones. Ya gotta love copy/paste.
To believe is very dull. To doubt is intensely engrossing. To be on the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die. - Oscar Wilde
I can’t fully agree with that quote. There are some things that I fully believe. And a few that I don’t fully understand, like Mrs. God, but I do believe in her being as she is my cosmic wife. Even though I see her as mysterious and still pagan. Understanding her better in the future is the key to unlocking some of the mysteries of the cosmos. I fully believe that we are God in evolution. And that is far from boring or dull, it’s a real challenge to get others to believe it and be okay with it. And I fully believe that God and Mrs. God are both horney toads. That explains why it flows through all of you.
But how do we get past all these Christians, Muslims, and other folks? I don’t know, but I know that it needs to be done.
I suppose some Christians look at this blog, I haven’t had any comments from them. But I know the human mind so well that I can tell you how that might go. Lets say a fine Christian woman looks at my blog. What might she be thinking? Oh, something like "Well !! That arrogant son of a bitch, pretending that he is God. And being so nasty and dirty sometimes also." But that is just one side of her mind, lets have a look at what is going on in the other side.
"He, he, having sex with God is fun. O’ yes God, love me, sex me. Oh, oh, oh, this is so good, don’t stop, don’t stop. Ah, ah, ah, oh, this is so good, yes!! No, no, no…….. Don’t die now little batteries……. Oh fuck!!
Well lady, next time get Duracells. Or rig up a Radio Shack power supply to it, the power that never ends.
We are here on Earth to do good to others, at least be good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know.
Isn’t it great that my craziness gets to be a part of your craziness?
On her blog
http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/
Minou mentions channeling. Look, lets just keep it simple instead of always coming up with new words and perceptions of how that all works. I’m not impressed with some of those so called channelers. I’m a messenger, that is all I have ever been. And I wish humankind would start getting it right. Yes the message has changed some, evolution is like that.
Nick said: "I can't imagine ever being bound to a piece of earth, like being in a prison."
Well Nick, if you ever happen to get tossed into prison just remember one thing. They can only imprison a body and not a mind. Over the course of thousands of years they have imprisoned me plenty of times. Death isn’t any big deal, you start to welcome it. But hunger, it is a bitch.
Nick said: "God/Nature/Evolution has chosen those people and places to evolve, there is nothing anyone can do about it."
Oh, don’t give me that chosen crap like there is some age-old plan in play out there. Evolution doesn’t work off of a plan, it’s a new crap shoot everyday, the plan (play) is constantly changing depending on what is happening. If there ever was a plan it still would have to be changing all the time. But mark my words, there was never any plan in the beginning. Just pagan cosmic sexual energies.
Nick said: "My turn is soon."
For what? Are you going to jump off that cliff, or wait until you get pushed? That may not look so pretty. Look, I don’t know what took you to Alabama, but if I did know maybe I could help you sort it out. Was it a job? A woman? And Nick, Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened.
Peacechick Mary said... "Ha! It's the ones with the conviction that God is a real human-like man that make me the craziest. I once asked one of these ladies if she thought God was really hung? She almost fainted."
Well Mary, I have the conviction that God is a real human-like man/woman. So I guess I get to drive you crazy now. :-) But I do see us as God collectively, not just one person as God. Although I seem to be stuck with being his voice at the present. Some of them are hung.
Enough for now, time to go to work. I need to try explain Mrs. God the best I can, the pagan evolving by-polar bitch. I should have that ready to post tomorrow morning. Or not.
http://wwwt-spot.blogspot.com/
Don’t know where she swiped it from, and I don’t care. Robin Hood’s thieves would have been proud of us modern ones. Ya gotta love copy/paste.
To believe is very dull. To doubt is intensely engrossing. To be on the alert is to live, to be lulled into security is to die. - Oscar Wilde
I can’t fully agree with that quote. There are some things that I fully believe. And a few that I don’t fully understand, like Mrs. God, but I do believe in her being as she is my cosmic wife. Even though I see her as mysterious and still pagan. Understanding her better in the future is the key to unlocking some of the mysteries of the cosmos. I fully believe that we are God in evolution. And that is far from boring or dull, it’s a real challenge to get others to believe it and be okay with it. And I fully believe that God and Mrs. God are both horney toads. That explains why it flows through all of you.
But how do we get past all these Christians, Muslims, and other folks? I don’t know, but I know that it needs to be done.
I suppose some Christians look at this blog, I haven’t had any comments from them. But I know the human mind so well that I can tell you how that might go. Lets say a fine Christian woman looks at my blog. What might she be thinking? Oh, something like "Well !! That arrogant son of a bitch, pretending that he is God. And being so nasty and dirty sometimes also." But that is just one side of her mind, lets have a look at what is going on in the other side.
"He, he, having sex with God is fun. O’ yes God, love me, sex me. Oh, oh, oh, this is so good, don’t stop, don’t stop. Ah, ah, ah, oh, this is so good, yes!! No, no, no…….. Don’t die now little batteries……. Oh fuck!!
Well lady, next time get Duracells. Or rig up a Radio Shack power supply to it, the power that never ends.
We are here on Earth to do good to others, at least be good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know.
Isn’t it great that my craziness gets to be a part of your craziness?
On her blog
http://minou-in-france.blogspot.com/
Minou mentions channeling. Look, lets just keep it simple instead of always coming up with new words and perceptions of how that all works. I’m not impressed with some of those so called channelers. I’m a messenger, that is all I have ever been. And I wish humankind would start getting it right. Yes the message has changed some, evolution is like that.
Nick said: "I can't imagine ever being bound to a piece of earth, like being in a prison."
Well Nick, if you ever happen to get tossed into prison just remember one thing. They can only imprison a body and not a mind. Over the course of thousands of years they have imprisoned me plenty of times. Death isn’t any big deal, you start to welcome it. But hunger, it is a bitch.
Nick said: "God/Nature/Evolution has chosen those people and places to evolve, there is nothing anyone can do about it."
Oh, don’t give me that chosen crap like there is some age-old plan in play out there. Evolution doesn’t work off of a plan, it’s a new crap shoot everyday, the plan (play) is constantly changing depending on what is happening. If there ever was a plan it still would have to be changing all the time. But mark my words, there was never any plan in the beginning. Just pagan cosmic sexual energies.
Nick said: "My turn is soon."
For what? Are you going to jump off that cliff, or wait until you get pushed? That may not look so pretty. Look, I don’t know what took you to Alabama, but if I did know maybe I could help you sort it out. Was it a job? A woman? And Nick, Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened.
Peacechick Mary said... "Ha! It's the ones with the conviction that God is a real human-like man that make me the craziest. I once asked one of these ladies if she thought God was really hung? She almost fainted."
Well Mary, I have the conviction that God is a real human-like man/woman. So I guess I get to drive you crazy now. :-) But I do see us as God collectively, not just one person as God. Although I seem to be stuck with being his voice at the present. Some of them are hung.
Enough for now, time to go to work. I need to try explain Mrs. God the best I can, the pagan evolving by-polar bitch. I should have that ready to post tomorrow morning. Or not.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Tuesday Evening Coming Down
A cowboy went to the city for a little rest and relaxation. But he didn't succeed in coping well with the complexities of city life. At midnight, he was alone in his hotel room, jerking off.
Suddenly the door was opened by a bellhop carrying a drink intended for the room next door. "Pardon me, sir," said the flustered bellhop, "but where would you like me to sit your drink?"
"I didn't order no drink," retorted the cowboy, thinking fast. "Can't you see I'm already so drunk that I'm taking advantage of myself?"
Today’s Prickly City cartoon was a hoot, seeing as I was talking about jumping off of cliffs.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity
Nick, when my desk gets too cluttered I just clear it off and start over again. It doesn’t matter that I had things there I thought was important at the time, it will fill up again soon enough. That is what we have to do with our minds also.
Nick said: "That when anyone goes up against nature, God will always win, eventually."
Stop saying it that way damn it. God isn’t here to fight that battle, that’s Mrs. Gods battle. That’s only half of God, and I don’t understand her much better than I do these human women. God this, God that, I wish people would just knock that shit off. God is a fucking fruit loop. Our ancestors turned themselves into fruit loops and most of their descendents are fruit loops. Everyone visiting this blog is a frigging fruit loop trying to claw his/her way to a higher understanding, having decided that what they where taught was bullshit.
Fruit loops don’t bother me a bit, it’s the frigging loopy fruits that concern me. Want to help fix that? Laugh at a Christian. Or a Muslim. Be careful though, they have an insanity in them and might shoot you. Hey fellows, if a Christian woman knocks on your door and wants to teach you about God, ask her if she wants to have sex with God. Before you can get a smile on your face you’ll be smelling the smoke from her burning tires. Yahoo!! Ride em cowboy.
I've been to NOLA and loved the French Quarter also, but there are all kinds of great places. How about the river walk in San Antonio, I really liked it. One thing I haven’t checked into, just how French is the French Quarter?
L>T ….. If ya don’t have a strange sense of humor ya might as well not have one at all. They are really weird out in the cosmos.
I’m slow some times. When I mentioned my dream of being a wafer I wasn’t thinking that a woman might conger up images of just what to do with a wafer with a hard on. It’s good to know there are women like that on this planet, I tend to forget after the experiences I’ve been having here with the gals of the Insane Chicks Society.
I’m going to go work on my bubble machine, you fruit loops have a good evening, be careful around the loopy fruits. Hey, I spoke to a man that says that there is a bubble machine going 24 hours a day in Amsterdam.
Suddenly the door was opened by a bellhop carrying a drink intended for the room next door. "Pardon me, sir," said the flustered bellhop, "but where would you like me to sit your drink?"
"I didn't order no drink," retorted the cowboy, thinking fast. "Can't you see I'm already so drunk that I'm taking advantage of myself?"
Today’s Prickly City cartoon was a hoot, seeing as I was talking about jumping off of cliffs.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/pricklycity
Nick, when my desk gets too cluttered I just clear it off and start over again. It doesn’t matter that I had things there I thought was important at the time, it will fill up again soon enough. That is what we have to do with our minds also.
Nick said: "That when anyone goes up against nature, God will always win, eventually."
Stop saying it that way damn it. God isn’t here to fight that battle, that’s Mrs. Gods battle. That’s only half of God, and I don’t understand her much better than I do these human women. God this, God that, I wish people would just knock that shit off. God is a fucking fruit loop. Our ancestors turned themselves into fruit loops and most of their descendents are fruit loops. Everyone visiting this blog is a frigging fruit loop trying to claw his/her way to a higher understanding, having decided that what they where taught was bullshit.
Fruit loops don’t bother me a bit, it’s the frigging loopy fruits that concern me. Want to help fix that? Laugh at a Christian. Or a Muslim. Be careful though, they have an insanity in them and might shoot you. Hey fellows, if a Christian woman knocks on your door and wants to teach you about God, ask her if she wants to have sex with God. Before you can get a smile on your face you’ll be smelling the smoke from her burning tires. Yahoo!! Ride em cowboy.
I've been to NOLA and loved the French Quarter also, but there are all kinds of great places. How about the river walk in San Antonio, I really liked it. One thing I haven’t checked into, just how French is the French Quarter?
L>T ….. If ya don’t have a strange sense of humor ya might as well not have one at all. They are really weird out in the cosmos.
I’m slow some times. When I mentioned my dream of being a wafer I wasn’t thinking that a woman might conger up images of just what to do with a wafer with a hard on. It’s good to know there are women like that on this planet, I tend to forget after the experiences I’ve been having here with the gals of the Insane Chicks Society.
I’m going to go work on my bubble machine, you fruit loops have a good evening, be careful around the loopy fruits. Hey, I spoke to a man that says that there is a bubble machine going 24 hours a day in Amsterdam.
Dear Nick
Nick @ http://no-thinking.blogspot.com/
I’m putting some things Nick said on his blog here, on my world famous blog. So I can address them instead of what I was going to write about. What? My blog isn’t world famous? Only in your delusion. LOL.. I’m putting the things he said in brackets. []
[The other day BBC put link to Olympic National Park in his daily blog. I went to the Park's website and looked at the beautiful pictures, the mountains, rocky shorelines, thick woods and people hiking. I just want to start over somewhere like that and make a living exploring places like Olympic National Park, The European Alps, the whole country of New Zealand, the list goes on and on.]
I don’t know that a person can make a living doing that, but I know of a lot of folks that just live off the fat of the land here (and other places) and do that exploring all the time.
[So I've been sitting and daydreaming about being able to do that while I'm stuck in a place where people don't even say "Hi" to each other, the temperatures are only tolerable in the winter, the nearest place to go hiking is hours away and devoid of wildlife, and people think your wierd becuase you don't want to work all day, everyday.]
Shoot, there is wildlife right across the street, can you hear their music? Oh, you mean that other wildlife, well, it’s five minutes away. They don’t say Hi? I guess that starts with the first "Hi".
[Why do I stay here? It's not my home, but I never really had a place to call home.]
I don’t know why you stay there, because you are being stupid? Because you have a good paying job? I’ve never allowed my world to be dictated by money. Well, not very often anyway. So you made a mistake and moved to the wrong place, that is correctable.
[I always loved New Mexico, and I had a chance to make it my permanent home about six years ago, but I left NM to chase a dream. The dream turned into a nightmare that caused me mental damage.]
There are some beautiful areas in New Mexico, did they close the gate or something so that you can’t go back? Other than that drug thingy I mean. I’m sure it was just a little misunderstanding. Oh, I had forgotten about the hit and run. LOL
[Now I look at pictures of the places I love, and I'm not able to focus on work or writing. I just need to go and start living again, and that is scaring me. What will happen? Wonderful things will happen, but I need to take that first step instead of just running around in circles. That first step is scaring the hell out of me.]
Geez, it’s only one little step. Ya just jump off the frigging cliff and learn to fly on the way down. I moved here with just the belief after a dream that I was supposed to. No friends or relatives here, no prospects of work. I just waltzed into town and acting like I owned it. It’s working out okay, not one hungry day, more work than I can do, lots of friends, and a few enemies just so I have someone to pick on. It’s all good baby. I’m half way up the mountain, a good chunk of sex and I would be at the top. Ah, to be dead on top of the mountain, what a way to go.
[I'd like to know the reason why I sometimes wake up at war with the world and sometimes "i woke up this morning with a feeling of peace". I want the peace everyday.]
How damn many times do I have to tell you that it is something flowing through you? It’s a spirituality. Hell, you have peace, and lots of freedom, compared to others, it’s others that are getting killed and starving to death. That is what is bothering you, other parts of you being killed and starving to death. What? I hadn’t told you that? Well, it’s right here somewhere in my fucking notes. We are one, it’s too bad all those religious nuts and capitalists keep it all screwed up with all their wars.
[The other day azgoddess wrote in her blog "i woke up this morning with a feeling of peace".]
Yeah, but she’ll get over it, when the voices start in again. I think what you want is …. Piece. You want peace? Get a piece. Piece = Peace. At least until you want the next piece. LOL
[Reading all these blogs is causing a lot of the voices in my head to become active again.]
Well geez, I sure do hope that I’ve been able to help you with this little problem. LOL. We all have noises in our heads, that doesn’t make you different you know.
[When I say I'm having trouble collecting my thoughts, it is because I have so many voices to sort out. "write about this today", "No, write about this other thing", " that sounded stupid", and on and on and on.]
Well I was going to write about something else and then my thoughts turned to you and this. Not to bust any of your bubbles but we all do that. Doesn’t it just piss you off to find out that you are like the rest of us?
[I try to sort it out and I can't focus on a single idea, and I can't write about a hundred different ideas at once.]
Do like I do Nick, grab one, get naked, and run around with it. Whatever your other thoughts are, they are going to show up somewhere. You might click on a blog and say to yourself, "Sum bitch, just what I was thinking and going to say." As I’ve said before, they are not your thoughts, you have had few original thoughts in your whole life, no one has.
[So, you just get me like this, just rambling hoping some of the noise in my head will clear and I can direct my energy more positively.]
Rambling along in my automobile, my baby beside me at the wheel. No particular place to go….. Thanks for the rambling Nick, wasn’t this fun? BBC
Meldonna
http://bajacanadian.blogspot.com/
Said in a comment... "As well as the party town thing...the one part of New Orleans that is up and thriving is the French Quarter; where average monthly rent is astronimical. Is it fair to hold poor folk accountable for Mardi Gras and Girls Gone Wild videos? I get the feeling we are both seeing this from vastly different angles."
No question Hon, we are perceiving it from different angles. You percieve more from a taught economical perception than I do. Where I seldom use those sorts of perceptions, as I perceive economics differently than you do. Capitalism is not a fair game as practiced on this planet, that is my perception.
I don’t care if they party in the French Quarter all the time, they can run around naked for all I care, I have a nice perception of that. And I don’t get my facts from mainstream news, but through research. If you study that town you may get other perceptions also. There really is a lot of riff raft there, and many of them that where welcomed to other towns are now causing problems there.
Only two things concern me. Is the French Quarter where Mrs. God doesn’t need the area to make the delta area work right. Is everyone there working when they are not partying?
Well, three things, some ministers are saying that what happened was because God was pissed at them. Saying that it happened because of all of the decadence there, that God struck a blow to them. O’ sure, blame it on me, but I didn’t have a damn thing to do with it. Go talk to Mrs. God about that if you can get her to talk to you. I sure get blamed for a lot of things that bitch does. Those fucking ministers sure have fucked up perceptions.
I’m not sure where I want to go with this, but I’m sure enjoying using the words percieve, perception, and perceptions. I’ll bet you are perceptive enough to pick up on that. :-) BBC
Okay, so you have just had some great sex, this is not the time to piss off the little lady by wiping your dick off with the curtains.
I’m putting some things Nick said on his blog here, on my world famous blog. So I can address them instead of what I was going to write about. What? My blog isn’t world famous? Only in your delusion. LOL.. I’m putting the things he said in brackets. []
[The other day BBC put link to Olympic National Park in his daily blog. I went to the Park's website and looked at the beautiful pictures, the mountains, rocky shorelines, thick woods and people hiking. I just want to start over somewhere like that and make a living exploring places like Olympic National Park, The European Alps, the whole country of New Zealand, the list goes on and on.]
I don’t know that a person can make a living doing that, but I know of a lot of folks that just live off the fat of the land here (and other places) and do that exploring all the time.
[So I've been sitting and daydreaming about being able to do that while I'm stuck in a place where people don't even say "Hi" to each other, the temperatures are only tolerable in the winter, the nearest place to go hiking is hours away and devoid of wildlife, and people think your wierd becuase you don't want to work all day, everyday.]
Shoot, there is wildlife right across the street, can you hear their music? Oh, you mean that other wildlife, well, it’s five minutes away. They don’t say Hi? I guess that starts with the first "Hi".
[Why do I stay here? It's not my home, but I never really had a place to call home.]
I don’t know why you stay there, because you are being stupid? Because you have a good paying job? I’ve never allowed my world to be dictated by money. Well, not very often anyway. So you made a mistake and moved to the wrong place, that is correctable.
[I always loved New Mexico, and I had a chance to make it my permanent home about six years ago, but I left NM to chase a dream. The dream turned into a nightmare that caused me mental damage.]
There are some beautiful areas in New Mexico, did they close the gate or something so that you can’t go back? Other than that drug thingy I mean. I’m sure it was just a little misunderstanding. Oh, I had forgotten about the hit and run. LOL
[Now I look at pictures of the places I love, and I'm not able to focus on work or writing. I just need to go and start living again, and that is scaring me. What will happen? Wonderful things will happen, but I need to take that first step instead of just running around in circles. That first step is scaring the hell out of me.]
Geez, it’s only one little step. Ya just jump off the frigging cliff and learn to fly on the way down. I moved here with just the belief after a dream that I was supposed to. No friends or relatives here, no prospects of work. I just waltzed into town and acting like I owned it. It’s working out okay, not one hungry day, more work than I can do, lots of friends, and a few enemies just so I have someone to pick on. It’s all good baby. I’m half way up the mountain, a good chunk of sex and I would be at the top. Ah, to be dead on top of the mountain, what a way to go.
[I'd like to know the reason why I sometimes wake up at war with the world and sometimes "i woke up this morning with a feeling of peace". I want the peace everyday.]
How damn many times do I have to tell you that it is something flowing through you? It’s a spirituality. Hell, you have peace, and lots of freedom, compared to others, it’s others that are getting killed and starving to death. That is what is bothering you, other parts of you being killed and starving to death. What? I hadn’t told you that? Well, it’s right here somewhere in my fucking notes. We are one, it’s too bad all those religious nuts and capitalists keep it all screwed up with all their wars.
[The other day azgoddess wrote in her blog "i woke up this morning with a feeling of peace".]
Yeah, but she’ll get over it, when the voices start in again. I think what you want is …. Piece. You want peace? Get a piece. Piece = Peace. At least until you want the next piece. LOL
[Reading all these blogs is causing a lot of the voices in my head to become active again.]
Well geez, I sure do hope that I’ve been able to help you with this little problem. LOL. We all have noises in our heads, that doesn’t make you different you know.
[When I say I'm having trouble collecting my thoughts, it is because I have so many voices to sort out. "write about this today", "No, write about this other thing", " that sounded stupid", and on and on and on.]
Well I was going to write about something else and then my thoughts turned to you and this. Not to bust any of your bubbles but we all do that. Doesn’t it just piss you off to find out that you are like the rest of us?
[I try to sort it out and I can't focus on a single idea, and I can't write about a hundred different ideas at once.]
Do like I do Nick, grab one, get naked, and run around with it. Whatever your other thoughts are, they are going to show up somewhere. You might click on a blog and say to yourself, "Sum bitch, just what I was thinking and going to say." As I’ve said before, they are not your thoughts, you have had few original thoughts in your whole life, no one has.
[So, you just get me like this, just rambling hoping some of the noise in my head will clear and I can direct my energy more positively.]
Rambling along in my automobile, my baby beside me at the wheel. No particular place to go….. Thanks for the rambling Nick, wasn’t this fun? BBC
Meldonna
http://bajacanadian.blogspot.com/
Said in a comment... "As well as the party town thing...the one part of New Orleans that is up and thriving is the French Quarter; where average monthly rent is astronimical. Is it fair to hold poor folk accountable for Mardi Gras and Girls Gone Wild videos? I get the feeling we are both seeing this from vastly different angles."
No question Hon, we are perceiving it from different angles. You percieve more from a taught economical perception than I do. Where I seldom use those sorts of perceptions, as I perceive economics differently than you do. Capitalism is not a fair game as practiced on this planet, that is my perception.
I don’t care if they party in the French Quarter all the time, they can run around naked for all I care, I have a nice perception of that. And I don’t get my facts from mainstream news, but through research. If you study that town you may get other perceptions also. There really is a lot of riff raft there, and many of them that where welcomed to other towns are now causing problems there.
Only two things concern me. Is the French Quarter where Mrs. God doesn’t need the area to make the delta area work right. Is everyone there working when they are not partying?
Well, three things, some ministers are saying that what happened was because God was pissed at them. Saying that it happened because of all of the decadence there, that God struck a blow to them. O’ sure, blame it on me, but I didn’t have a damn thing to do with it. Go talk to Mrs. God about that if you can get her to talk to you. I sure get blamed for a lot of things that bitch does. Those fucking ministers sure have fucked up perceptions.
I’m not sure where I want to go with this, but I’m sure enjoying using the words percieve, perception, and perceptions. I’ll bet you are perceptive enough to pick up on that. :-) BBC
Okay, so you have just had some great sex, this is not the time to piss off the little lady by wiping your dick off with the curtains.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Monday Evening Humor
A woman walks into the Post Office to buy stamps for her Christmas cards.
"What denomination?" asks the clerk.
"Oh, good heavens! Have we come to this?" said the woman. "Well, give me 50 Baptist and 50 Catholic and one Methodist."
Weird dream
That was a weird dream, don’t recall much of it. But do recall becoming one of those little wafer cookies, you know the kind, soft center and crispy outside that looks a bit like a waffle, and waking up with a hard on. Why would a wafer need a hard on, WTF?
"What denomination?" asks the clerk.
"Oh, good heavens! Have we come to this?" said the woman. "Well, give me 50 Baptist and 50 Catholic and one Methodist."
Weird dream
That was a weird dream, don’t recall much of it. But do recall becoming one of those little wafer cookies, you know the kind, soft center and crispy outside that looks a bit like a waffle, and waking up with a hard on. Why would a wafer need a hard on, WTF?
Right on
Only, the ingrates and sponges, are the people in New Orleans.
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/candorville
http://news.yahoo.com/comics/candorville
Wouldn't you know it
Ha, got the picture of the log bridge to load this morning. Click on it to make it bigger.
The National Park Service is wanting to close down our natural springs that many of us enjoy so much. Or so I’ve heard. It can’t be costing them much to keep that trail open, they are just plain getting cheap and don’t want to provide services to us that don’t make them money. What they do with the taxpayers money I don’t know.
Then last evening Helen called me to tell me that a man had drowned there. I did see a strange acting man there yesterday so I assumed that it might have been him. But it turns out that it was at Sol Duc Hot Springs, a commercial resort further West. The pools I go to are pretty small, it would be pretty hard to drown there, unless you wanted to. Or maybe stay in one too long and get heat stroke or something. If they close them I will just put in a hot tub, but still go for hikes in the park to get out of town.
Meldonna ….. New Orleans is just a party town with a large population of dead beats. It’s only real function of any value is as a port. But like a man told me, move the town to higher ground, and have a rail and bus link to the port and let nature have the rest of it back. Something that logical makes sense to me.
Seattle is cool, if you can take big towns, I liked it when I lived there, but I was young and resilient back then. Come to think of it, I was also pretty damn stupid. And I’m still just a country hick. Seattle has lots of interesting things, but it doesn’t mean that I have to experience them anymore. And the traffic here is getting bad enough.
How about jokes
A good looking biker stops by the Harley shop to have his bike fixed. They couldn't do it while he waited, so he said he didn't live far and would just walk home.
On the way home, he stopped at the hardware store and bought a bucket and an anvil. Next, he stopped by the feed store and picked up a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem, how to carry all of his purchases home.
The owner said, "Put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand."
"Hey, thanks!" the biker said, and out the door he went.
But in the parking lot, he was approached by a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 1603 Mockingbird Lane?"
The biker said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 1616 Mockingbird Lane. Let's take my short cut and go down this alley. We'll be there in no time."
The little old lady looked him over cautiously, then said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get in the alley you won't hold me against the wall, pull up my skirt, and ravish me?"
The biker said, "Holy smokes, Lady! I'm carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly hold you up against the wall and do that?"
The lady said, "Silly! Just set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens."
Quotes
"It takes time to raise children. I know, I have two myself. That's plenty. Mine are twins, though. Both of them. They're awfully cute. I can't think of their names. They don't come when I call them anyway." - Victor Borge
"God help the man who won't marry until he finds a perfect woman, and God help him still more if he finds her." - Benjamin Tillett
"I wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." – Lily Tomlin
"In Florida a 96-year-old woman is running for mayor. When asked if she knew who she was running against, she said, 'Time.'" - Conan O'Brien
"Labor Day is a glorious holiday because your child will be going back to school the next day. It would have been called Independence Day, but that name was already taken." -Bill Dodds
Cute little stories
In the small, family-owned electronics store in Spokane, Wash., where I work, we often get folks from out of town whose idioms are a little different from our own. One day, after parking her car across the street in an attended lot, a young woman came in. She made her purchase and then asked, "Do you give validation?" Without batting an eye, my manager replied, "You are an excellent person, and I love your hair."
A fisherman accidentally left his day's catch under the seat of a bus. The next evening's newspaper carried an ad: "If the person who left a bucket of fish on the No.47 bus would care to come to the garage, you can have the bus."
Stella !!! Where are you? Give us a break from M. D. He’s become a blathering fool.
http://swiftspeech.blogspot.com/
Darn, can’t put it off, I will have to go to work today. I have to learn to say ‘no’ more.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Sunday Evening
Frigging Blog Spot, isn't posting the picture I'm talking about in here. $%&%^@
I had a wonderful trip to the hot springs this morning, and I’m sure that you are all just dying to hear all about it. :-)
First, I want to re-post part of something I posted on 7/30/2006, as I looked for it today, but didn’t see it. I tried doing it in bold print but that isn't working either, *&^%#
[On the way back to the truck I was of course busy with thoughts a million miles away when I happened for some reason look at the side of the trail and there, written using small pine cones, was the word HELLO! So I gathered up more pine cones and added 'I LOVE U.']
Moving on, I saw more grouse today than I ever have on the way up, two of them followed for a short distance and I talked to them. You cross four creeks on the way to the springs. The first one you walk across rocks to cross, the second one is about the half way point and is small and goes through a culvert.
The third one has a log bridge across it, about twenty feet long, picture in this post. I took a spoiled brat city girl from Atlanta up there last summer and for a few minutes it seemed that there was no way she was going to cross it, but she finely did. The forth bridge is very nice and a no brainer.
A song kept going through my mind up there. Welcome to my world. In the pool another one popped into my head (yeah, I know, I have a weird head). Laughing and drinking and having a party (as I drank a beer).
My favorite pool is about twenty feet higher than the trail and has a good view of the trail and I like to watch the trail for others, just to wave and say Hi, or in case I want to stand up and flash them. LOL. So I went to the one I call the lovers pool, it is about thirty feet higher than the trail, private, and the brush obscures a good view of the trail, but you can see a little of it.
I was in the pool for an hour and was just finishing dressing when a couple about thirty came up the trail. I called to them that I was getting ready to leave and they could use this one so they came up. It was a nice young couple about thirty from Vancouver, British Columbia. They told me their names but I didn’t write them down in my notes.
He told me that they wanted to share the first pool they came to with another couple that was already there, but the couple didn’t want that. Shoot I always like to meet new people and chat. They where taking their clothes off and she had gotten down to a swim suit when I said "I will share a pool with anyone as long as they don’t mind that I’m naked." So she took her suit off also. Ah, to be thirty and have a nice body again. I stood there and talked to them for about ten minutes about hot springs in their area, and places we have been and lived. Nice couple.
On the way back I stopped at bridge number three (picture) to sit on a log and eat my two pudding snacks and enjoy the sound of the creek, and rest the knee I hurt last month, later down the trail I napped by the side of the trail for a while. By the time I got back to the truck my knee was really bitching, "I’ll make you pay for doing this to me you son of a bitch." But I don’t care, it’s all good.
This afternoon I got the modifications completed on the scooter carburetor and took it for a test run. Seventy miles to the gallon is going to be nice. Hey, hold your hand up if you have ever had blue light sex. Or been surrounded by any color of light, has that ever happened to you?
When I got home I had an email from the village idiot. I had sent him an email saying that I had removed him from my address book and wouldn’t be sending him anymore emails because they where a waste of my time. If he won’t play on my blog I just don’t have time for the idiot. Start quoting the bible to me and I wander off into the wild blue yonder because I didn’t tell anyone to write that book, ninety-nine percent of it anyway.
If you want to see a picture of the log brige provide me with an email address, or not.
Have a good evening everyone. BBC
I had a wonderful trip to the hot springs this morning, and I’m sure that you are all just dying to hear all about it. :-)
First, I want to re-post part of something I posted on 7/30/2006, as I looked for it today, but didn’t see it. I tried doing it in bold print but that isn't working either, *&^%#
[On the way back to the truck I was of course busy with thoughts a million miles away when I happened for some reason look at the side of the trail and there, written using small pine cones, was the word HELLO! So I gathered up more pine cones and added 'I LOVE U.']
Moving on, I saw more grouse today than I ever have on the way up, two of them followed for a short distance and I talked to them. You cross four creeks on the way to the springs. The first one you walk across rocks to cross, the second one is about the half way point and is small and goes through a culvert.
The third one has a log bridge across it, about twenty feet long, picture in this post. I took a spoiled brat city girl from Atlanta up there last summer and for a few minutes it seemed that there was no way she was going to cross it, but she finely did. The forth bridge is very nice and a no brainer.
A song kept going through my mind up there. Welcome to my world. In the pool another one popped into my head (yeah, I know, I have a weird head). Laughing and drinking and having a party (as I drank a beer).
My favorite pool is about twenty feet higher than the trail and has a good view of the trail and I like to watch the trail for others, just to wave and say Hi, or in case I want to stand up and flash them. LOL. So I went to the one I call the lovers pool, it is about thirty feet higher than the trail, private, and the brush obscures a good view of the trail, but you can see a little of it.
I was in the pool for an hour and was just finishing dressing when a couple about thirty came up the trail. I called to them that I was getting ready to leave and they could use this one so they came up. It was a nice young couple about thirty from Vancouver, British Columbia. They told me their names but I didn’t write them down in my notes.
He told me that they wanted to share the first pool they came to with another couple that was already there, but the couple didn’t want that. Shoot I always like to meet new people and chat. They where taking their clothes off and she had gotten down to a swim suit when I said "I will share a pool with anyone as long as they don’t mind that I’m naked." So she took her suit off also. Ah, to be thirty and have a nice body again. I stood there and talked to them for about ten minutes about hot springs in their area, and places we have been and lived. Nice couple.
On the way back I stopped at bridge number three (picture) to sit on a log and eat my two pudding snacks and enjoy the sound of the creek, and rest the knee I hurt last month, later down the trail I napped by the side of the trail for a while. By the time I got back to the truck my knee was really bitching, "I’ll make you pay for doing this to me you son of a bitch." But I don’t care, it’s all good.
This afternoon I got the modifications completed on the scooter carburetor and took it for a test run. Seventy miles to the gallon is going to be nice. Hey, hold your hand up if you have ever had blue light sex. Or been surrounded by any color of light, has that ever happened to you?
When I got home I had an email from the village idiot. I had sent him an email saying that I had removed him from my address book and wouldn’t be sending him anymore emails because they where a waste of my time. If he won’t play on my blog I just don’t have time for the idiot. Start quoting the bible to me and I wander off into the wild blue yonder because I didn’t tell anyone to write that book, ninety-nine percent of it anyway.
If you want to see a picture of the log brige provide me with an email address, or not.
Have a good evening everyone. BBC
Sunday morning
Go paint, hike to the hot springs. Go paint, hike to the hot springs. Go paint, hike to the hot springs.
Why am I even having this conversation with myself, am I an idiot for having such a conversation with myself? No need for you to answer. LOL … Okay, I’ll knock that nonsense off and go to the hot springs today.
I’ve written about one trip to the hot springs….
Sept. 1, 2005
A Journey to
The Elwha Hot Springs. (Actually they are the Olympic Hot Springs, but you go up the Elwha river to get to them) By Billy B. Cook.
Having heard about the Elwha Hot Springs for years I went there for the first time last month with a friend and upon our return to 'civilization I proclaimed it to be like heaven up there. Mostly because there is no road into the place and you have to hike to it, that keeps a lot of people from going there and screwing the place up and commercializing it.
So I decided to go again yesterday, be at one with the universe, and here are a few facts and interesting notes about my journey. Well, interesting to me anyway.
It's a 21.7 mile drive from my home to the parking lot, then a 2.3 mile (one hour) walk to the Hot Springs. A park pass is ten bucks but I now have a Golden Age Pass so it's nothing for me and anyone with me, age brings a few advantages.
On the way to the springs I was thinking that it is the kind of area like where I came from in Eastern Washington and there should be grouse here. Sure enough, soon one walked across the trail about ten feet in front of me acting as if I wouldn't be thinking about having it for lunch. Lucky grouse as I wasn't packing a weapon.
Further on I thought I heard a rustle just off the trail and looked that way to see a bear following me, now a bear is something to worry about when it's only about twenty feet away. I hollered HEY !! and waved my hat around some and kept walking, but keeping a sharp eye on my back.
And then............ And then........... It.......It..... wasn't seen again.
Arrived at the pools at 9:00 AM and checked them all out and settled on the one used last time as the best one, it's about twenty feet higher than the trail and pretty private. Spent an hour and a half in it, what luxury to be in such a peaceful beautiful place in a warm pool of mineral water being at one with the universe. I could live there.
The day before a friend gave me a book "The WORST-CASE SCENARIO Survival Handbook" So sitting in the pool I first read what to do around bears and I had pretty much done the right thing. Maybe old forgotten training had me do the right thing.
No cell phone signal in that area so a person is definitely dis-connected from the rest of the world and that is just fine with me. As a youth I spent a lot of time in the mountains of Northern Idaho and often was away from home for a week so I'm okay wandering around in them. Picture a skinny fifteen year old kid in old clothes with a bag of rag tag items, maybe a little food, a blanket and a fishing pole and that would be me.
I've purchased a back pack and have equipped it with what I think I might need on day trips, or if by some chance I get stuck overnight somewhere as I plan on going to the springs as often as I can make an excuse to go. I went early so I was the only one at the springs but passed others on their way up there on my return down the trail.
Not that I would mind if others where there, I note that only nice and peaceful (mostly)people bother to go to places like that. There isn't even any litter in the area. But by 12:20 I was back in 'Civilization. A word I'm not sure is correct.
Billy B. Cook. SAA
Meldonna ….. Way back when the man that started New Orleans wanted to build there he was told by engineers not to, but he did anyway. Seattle isn’t the same as New Orleans, at least they built Seattle up instead of building a seawall. It doesn’t matter how many generations someone was somewhere. Staying stubborn and stupid is still just staying stubborn and stupid. Nature needs the use of that area, just as she needs the Amazon rain forest to keep this planet alive and working properly. Just how much do you think man can keep screwing with nature and keep getting away with it? There is some risk in living anywhere, but stupid is still stupid. Or lets put it this way, had I been born there I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to have stayed there. I’m a citizen of a planet, not a place.
Hey, check out the neat map at this blog.
http://ptcruiser292.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-more-things-to-love-about-canada.html
A funny quote
I can win an argument on any topic, against any opponent. People know this, and steer clear of me at parties. Often, as a sign of their great respect they don't even invite me. - Dave Barry
Why am I even having this conversation with myself, am I an idiot for having such a conversation with myself? No need for you to answer. LOL … Okay, I’ll knock that nonsense off and go to the hot springs today.
I’ve written about one trip to the hot springs….
Sept. 1, 2005
A Journey to
The Elwha Hot Springs. (Actually they are the Olympic Hot Springs, but you go up the Elwha river to get to them) By Billy B. Cook.
Having heard about the Elwha Hot Springs for years I went there for the first time last month with a friend and upon our return to 'civilization I proclaimed it to be like heaven up there. Mostly because there is no road into the place and you have to hike to it, that keeps a lot of people from going there and screwing the place up and commercializing it.
So I decided to go again yesterday, be at one with the universe, and here are a few facts and interesting notes about my journey. Well, interesting to me anyway.
It's a 21.7 mile drive from my home to the parking lot, then a 2.3 mile (one hour) walk to the Hot Springs. A park pass is ten bucks but I now have a Golden Age Pass so it's nothing for me and anyone with me, age brings a few advantages.
On the way to the springs I was thinking that it is the kind of area like where I came from in Eastern Washington and there should be grouse here. Sure enough, soon one walked across the trail about ten feet in front of me acting as if I wouldn't be thinking about having it for lunch. Lucky grouse as I wasn't packing a weapon.
Further on I thought I heard a rustle just off the trail and looked that way to see a bear following me, now a bear is something to worry about when it's only about twenty feet away. I hollered HEY !! and waved my hat around some and kept walking, but keeping a sharp eye on my back.
And then............ And then........... It.......It..... wasn't seen again.
Arrived at the pools at 9:00 AM and checked them all out and settled on the one used last time as the best one, it's about twenty feet higher than the trail and pretty private. Spent an hour and a half in it, what luxury to be in such a peaceful beautiful place in a warm pool of mineral water being at one with the universe. I could live there.
The day before a friend gave me a book "The WORST-CASE SCENARIO Survival Handbook" So sitting in the pool I first read what to do around bears and I had pretty much done the right thing. Maybe old forgotten training had me do the right thing.
No cell phone signal in that area so a person is definitely dis-connected from the rest of the world and that is just fine with me. As a youth I spent a lot of time in the mountains of Northern Idaho and often was away from home for a week so I'm okay wandering around in them. Picture a skinny fifteen year old kid in old clothes with a bag of rag tag items, maybe a little food, a blanket and a fishing pole and that would be me.
I've purchased a back pack and have equipped it with what I think I might need on day trips, or if by some chance I get stuck overnight somewhere as I plan on going to the springs as often as I can make an excuse to go. I went early so I was the only one at the springs but passed others on their way up there on my return down the trail.
Not that I would mind if others where there, I note that only nice and peaceful (mostly)people bother to go to places like that. There isn't even any litter in the area. But by 12:20 I was back in 'Civilization. A word I'm not sure is correct.
Billy B. Cook. SAA
Meldonna ….. Way back when the man that started New Orleans wanted to build there he was told by engineers not to, but he did anyway. Seattle isn’t the same as New Orleans, at least they built Seattle up instead of building a seawall. It doesn’t matter how many generations someone was somewhere. Staying stubborn and stupid is still just staying stubborn and stupid. Nature needs the use of that area, just as she needs the Amazon rain forest to keep this planet alive and working properly. Just how much do you think man can keep screwing with nature and keep getting away with it? There is some risk in living anywhere, but stupid is still stupid. Or lets put it this way, had I been born there I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to have stayed there. I’m a citizen of a planet, not a place.
Hey, check out the neat map at this blog.
http://ptcruiser292.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-more-things-to-love-about-canada.html
A funny quote
I can win an argument on any topic, against any opponent. People know this, and steer clear of me at parties. Often, as a sign of their great respect they don't even invite me. - Dave Barry
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Sat. Evening
The bubble machine
The bubble machine worked to well, at the peace rally I put it on the top of my pickup and turned it on and for fifteen minutes it literally rained bubbles. Millions of them (seems like). So I had to remove two of the wands and do some other tinkering to calm it down. But all in all, it's pretty darn cool. :-)
Phil Ochs was a U.S. protest singer back in the sixty’s. At the peace rally a few weeks back Ric played a tape by him. One song was about nuclear war, it was very interesting. I mentioned this at a ladies blog and another lady asked me to try to find out who it was.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Ochs
I don’t know the name of the song but here is a collection of most of his lyrics, although I don’t see the lyrics of that song in there. I haven’t been able to talk to Ric to ask him the name of it. He wrote some interesting songs though.
http://web.cecs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics.html
More on compassion
There is only so much compassion in any one person. One soul just can’t have compassion for every cause, every problem, it would put them in a straight jacket. So I choose my compassion’s. I choose to fret over thirty thousand people dying of starvation everyday, or all those getting killed in wars. Most of them are real victims of the greed of others. The people of New Orleans are only victims in the sense that they are victims of their own stubbornness and stupidity for insisting on living in a place they shouldn’t be living. I won’t allow anyone to slight me on my thinking, Einstein would have thought the same, think higher people.
There is an idiot in my village, no, besides me you idiot. Hell, I’m just your average run of the mill idiot like the rest of you. No way you say, tell us it isn’t true. Sigh, but it is true, this man is a real nut case, much like the one in your village I suppose. No, I don’t mean you, but if the shoe fits…..
Writing about the village idiot isn't working for me. Trying to put it all down in a well integrated and understandable way in text is just making my head hurt. So here is all I have to say about him.
This man has always been a few bubbles off of plumb it seems, and many things make him paranoid. For example, not long after meeting him he mentioned that he would like to learn to use computers. Being as he is around sixty I didn’t think that was a bad idea so I took him one of my extra ones so he could at least do some word processing as he reads and writes a lot. I don’t recall the exact chain of events, certainly not from his point of view anyway, but he soon decided that I had rigged the computer to watch him in his room, because of something I had said to him in an email as I recall. Hell, it wasn’t even hooked up to a phone line, I had taken him to the library and taught him how to use the Internet and Yahoo email there.
Soon it was requested that I come and get my computer out of his place. Well, his Mommies place as he still lives with her. And his Daddy of course, but his Daddy thinks that he is an idiot so I don’t think they get along so well. When I got there to pick it up he had it unplugged, and a towel was draped over the monitor so that it couldn’t spy on him. I thought it was rather amusing.
He reads everything, from the study of all the religions and politics, to all the conspiracy stories and theories. Actually, reading so much is his whole downfall. His brain no longer belongs to him, it is just a big confused mess. Einstein was right, at some point in time you have to stop reading and start thinking for yourself.
He thinks that he has become educated and is super intelligent, where the rest of us are just idiots. He has become so damn smart that he works in a pizza parlor, being above any skilled jobs ya know. And I’ll just bet that he often thinks his employer and half of the crew is plotting against him. Sabotaging things to make him look bad and cause more work for him, that’s what happened at the last job.
He thinks that he is the one with the plan that is going to save the world, but you will never hear from him. Well, I suppose that you know a man like him in your village. Have a good evening all. BBC
The bubble machine worked to well, at the peace rally I put it on the top of my pickup and turned it on and for fifteen minutes it literally rained bubbles. Millions of them (seems like). So I had to remove two of the wands and do some other tinkering to calm it down. But all in all, it's pretty darn cool. :-)
Phil Ochs was a U.S. protest singer back in the sixty’s. At the peace rally a few weeks back Ric played a tape by him. One song was about nuclear war, it was very interesting. I mentioned this at a ladies blog and another lady asked me to try to find out who it was.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Ochs
I don’t know the name of the song but here is a collection of most of his lyrics, although I don’t see the lyrics of that song in there. I haven’t been able to talk to Ric to ask him the name of it. He wrote some interesting songs though.
http://web.cecs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics.html
More on compassion
There is only so much compassion in any one person. One soul just can’t have compassion for every cause, every problem, it would put them in a straight jacket. So I choose my compassion’s. I choose to fret over thirty thousand people dying of starvation everyday, or all those getting killed in wars. Most of them are real victims of the greed of others. The people of New Orleans are only victims in the sense that they are victims of their own stubbornness and stupidity for insisting on living in a place they shouldn’t be living. I won’t allow anyone to slight me on my thinking, Einstein would have thought the same, think higher people.
There is an idiot in my village, no, besides me you idiot. Hell, I’m just your average run of the mill idiot like the rest of you. No way you say, tell us it isn’t true. Sigh, but it is true, this man is a real nut case, much like the one in your village I suppose. No, I don’t mean you, but if the shoe fits…..
Writing about the village idiot isn't working for me. Trying to put it all down in a well integrated and understandable way in text is just making my head hurt. So here is all I have to say about him.
This man has always been a few bubbles off of plumb it seems, and many things make him paranoid. For example, not long after meeting him he mentioned that he would like to learn to use computers. Being as he is around sixty I didn’t think that was a bad idea so I took him one of my extra ones so he could at least do some word processing as he reads and writes a lot. I don’t recall the exact chain of events, certainly not from his point of view anyway, but he soon decided that I had rigged the computer to watch him in his room, because of something I had said to him in an email as I recall. Hell, it wasn’t even hooked up to a phone line, I had taken him to the library and taught him how to use the Internet and Yahoo email there.
Soon it was requested that I come and get my computer out of his place. Well, his Mommies place as he still lives with her. And his Daddy of course, but his Daddy thinks that he is an idiot so I don’t think they get along so well. When I got there to pick it up he had it unplugged, and a towel was draped over the monitor so that it couldn’t spy on him. I thought it was rather amusing.
He reads everything, from the study of all the religions and politics, to all the conspiracy stories and theories. Actually, reading so much is his whole downfall. His brain no longer belongs to him, it is just a big confused mess. Einstein was right, at some point in time you have to stop reading and start thinking for yourself.
He thinks that he has become educated and is super intelligent, where the rest of us are just idiots. He has become so damn smart that he works in a pizza parlor, being above any skilled jobs ya know. And I’ll just bet that he often thinks his employer and half of the crew is plotting against him. Sabotaging things to make him look bad and cause more work for him, that’s what happened at the last job.
He thinks that he is the one with the plan that is going to save the world, but you will never hear from him. Well, I suppose that you know a man like him in your village. Have a good evening all. BBC
Crude and Simple
This picture shows just how crude and simple my bubble machine is. But I don't care, it makes LOTS of bubbles. And the only cost was for small bottles of bubble soap so I could get the wands that came with them. Wands are hard to make even though they look simple, it's all the little grooves in them that make them work well.
Damn Blog Spot, I’m having trouble leaving comments at other folks blogs today.
Nick: My first beer? I was about fifteen I guess, we where camping out on the back lot. Swiped some homemade beer from a neighbor. Drank it all, just when we where turning in my brother pissed in one of the bottles. When Steve woke up in the morning he was thirsty and spied that bottle. The rest is history. LOL
As for your being unhappy with where you are at, you don’t have to be. I quit a good job and moved here in 98 after a dream. With a 1971 Ford pickup and an equally old camper on it, and just a few hundred dollars. Okay, it did take me all summer to move as I had a lot of stuff in Montana to get over here, I wasn’t letting all my tools and equipment stay there.
And I’m not a bit sorry, I’ve had some very interesting experiences since moving here. I know that others new to this blog don’t have time to go back and read all of my posts, but if they did, they would understand this strange journey better. There are more problem women in this area than I’ve ever seen before, but maybe it’s just because I have changed and am not willing to spoil them rotten anymore.
As for running, you should see the wonderful trail we are making here, I helped build and rebuild some of the bridges and things. When it is complete it will be hundreds of miles long with links to all sorts of other trails and beautiful points of interest.
https://www.cityofpa.us/parkrec-waterftrail.htm
Sometimes you just have to jump off the cliff and learn to fly on the way down my friend. I did, I moved here on faith alone. And there is room for one more good person here, you may not find happiness but you would be unhappy in a beautiful area. LOL…. I have my moments of happiness everyday, it’s all good, even the struggles. Where it not for them I wouldn’t know when I was happy, there wouldn’t be anything to gauge it by.
Some folks don’t understand why I don’t have a lot of compassion for the folks in New Orleans. Well, because I look at the bigger world picture, not at some Americans whining because they got in trouble for living somewhere they shouldn’t be living in the first place. They don’t have it that bad there compared to my seeing thirty thousand people a day dying of starvation everyday. Americans sure whine a lot.
I’ve lived through things like that, for one, the big earthquake in Alaska in 64. Life went on, we all got together and made things work and put our lives back together again, it wasn’t any big deal. If they rebuild there, and they will, they will expect the rest of you to pay for it. And if they get wiped out again they will expect you to have ‘compassion’ for them again. And pay out tax dollars to help them again. It’s just hard for me to have compassion at times when people keep insisting on doing stupid things. No one there is starving to death, look at the bigger picture folks.
I haven’t seen much in the main stream news about the big drive on the Internet to impeach Bush, but did notice a fair amount of ads promoting supporting your government and America. So, it looks like they are still winning and beating the rest of us down. Need to get some chores done before going to the peace rally. Have a good day everyone. BBC
Friday, September 01, 2006
Good evening all
Cyndy Lu …. Okay sweetie-pie, maybe you where just having a bad day, or ten. Hugs.
Bubble machine
%$#@*& Blogger, I’ve been trying to post a picture of the bubble blowing machine I just made. I’ll try again another time. It isn’t really done yet, should make it pretty, but I just had to try it out this evening. It sure makes lots of bubbles. :-) When I want to make something I just wander around here until I find the things I think I can make work. Found a small 120 volt squirrel cage blower, a 27.6 volt DC motor out of a printer carriage. A power supply with different settings on it to run the DC motor at different speeds (turns out that three volts is just right).
A Tupperware type dish cut in half for the soap to set in, made a spool to hold the four wands on my lathe, and used a rubber band for a belt to turn it. A few pieces of wood and presto, a bubble machine. It will run off of a 100 watt inverter on my truck so I’m using it at the peace rally tomorrow. We’s a gonna make lots of bubbles tomorrow. Next I will dig out a 12 volt blower to make another one, and then I won’t have to use an inverter.
Conspiracy Theories
It seems like every time something happens that there are dozens, maybe hundreds, of people that dream up conspiracy theories about those events. And they write books, and hundreds of thousands of people buy those books and read them. And then run amok saying "You gotta read this book, or that book, or these books." It seems like there are dozens of them out about 9/11.
No I don’t, I hear enough out of their babbling’s to get all I need out of those books, mostly the conclusion that these folks are now babbling fools. I’m only interested in one conspiracy. My conspiracy to have sex with the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society. Lacking that, one of her sorority sisters.
I’m still writing about the Village Idiot, it takes time as I have to go paint between naps. He won’t get on my blog and make comments, you folks might tear him a new butt hole and he isn’t up to that. So he uses the excuse that my blog is a piece of crap. But he does send me emails and I love that, gives me yet another chance to tell him what an idiot he is. It’s the little things in life that bring me joy you know.
Here are some of the things he said in an email this morning. As if we didn’t already know all this. (He doesn’t drink, and has read so many books that his brain no longer belongs to him, is in fact just a scrambled mess)
"History is full of such people; Ullyses S. Grant was an alcoholic who failed at everything he tried to do. Finally, he got a chance to prove himself in the Civil War, and the rest is history."
"Einstein was a third class customs official."
"Ho Chi Minh was a prep cook at the Waldorf Astoria in NY City."
"Stalin was a jailed bank robber, (how's that for a resume' !)."
"Mao was an assistant librarian and later a guerrilla leader who stood a great chance of being killed numerous times."
"Edison was a minor railroad employee who got fired."
"Lincoln was a young rural hick from Kentucky with no education."
"Sam Adams was a distillery owner with a grudge against the British."
"Thomas Paine was a ne'er do well with no future."
"Washington was a failed rebel leader with a price on his head and on the run."
"So was Jefferson."
"As for myself; the old system we have had since the 1790's is shot, we need a new system and I have it. -(Build a better mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door). -Bill B."
Yes, his name is Bill also, spare me the pain of reminding me of that though. Here is part of my reply to him.
"No they won't, all those other men went down in history because they where out there making noise and getting involved. The world is ran by those that are involved. You just cower around in the shadows and no one knows you exist. And the few that do, think you are an idiot, yup, you're the village idiot."
Ah, the little joys. Anyway, these people that don’t drink and think that they are more holy than those that do, just plain irritate me. Nothing wrong with a little booze to help keep your less than perfect brain in better running order. And if we drink a little too much some times and maybe say or do something stupid, at least we have the booze for an excuse. Those that don’t drink and say or do stupid things, well, they must just be natural idiots, like Bush for example, as I understand it he has always been an idiot. I don’t really trust people that don’t drink some, and I have plenty of reasons not too.
The little bitsy spider went up the waterspout. Lots of cute rhymes and little stories for kids aren’t there? But adults need cute rhymes and little stories also.
The Isty Bitsy Pussy
Went down on Peter Stout
And nine months later
Squirted out a little sprout.
Boy, I hope she has him spayed. LOL
The eleven dollar roller
People with more money than they deserve have different perspectives than I do. So of course I like to screw with their brains. I went to a place to do some painting one-day and the man had a whole bag of paint rollers from the dollar store. Nothing wrong with them, they are good rollers. He was real proud of his purchase and told me that I could just toss the roller at the end of the day instead of cleaning it out. In theory I can’t disagree with that, it takes time to clean a roller. Only I wrap them in plastic to use more the next day. Then when I’m done with the job I toss them.
I wasn’t going to just toss one at the end of the shift so when I got ready to go home I spent ten minutes scraping all the paint I could out of it on the lip of the can. Then I spent twenty minutes at his kitchen sink cleaning every single paint molecule out of it that I could. That’s when he walked in and asked me what I was doing.
I said that I had just cleaned the roller. He said "But I told you to just toss them." I said "I know, but you don’t understand, you are rich and I get paid by the hour, so it’s not about you, it’s about ME, and people like me making money off of you. So now you have an eleven dollar roller." It’s fun to stand there watching them while the little brain cells in their little brains have little hissy fits trying to figure out what I just said.
Have things like that gotten me fired before? Yeah, but who gives a fuck? Hey, are we really supposed to care what Tom Cruise’s kids first shit looks like? Bronze a turd, now I’d seen the height of insanity, or have I? Have a wonderful evening. BBC
Bubble machine
%$#@*& Blogger, I’ve been trying to post a picture of the bubble blowing machine I just made. I’ll try again another time. It isn’t really done yet, should make it pretty, but I just had to try it out this evening. It sure makes lots of bubbles. :-) When I want to make something I just wander around here until I find the things I think I can make work. Found a small 120 volt squirrel cage blower, a 27.6 volt DC motor out of a printer carriage. A power supply with different settings on it to run the DC motor at different speeds (turns out that three volts is just right).
A Tupperware type dish cut in half for the soap to set in, made a spool to hold the four wands on my lathe, and used a rubber band for a belt to turn it. A few pieces of wood and presto, a bubble machine. It will run off of a 100 watt inverter on my truck so I’m using it at the peace rally tomorrow. We’s a gonna make lots of bubbles tomorrow. Next I will dig out a 12 volt blower to make another one, and then I won’t have to use an inverter.
Conspiracy Theories
It seems like every time something happens that there are dozens, maybe hundreds, of people that dream up conspiracy theories about those events. And they write books, and hundreds of thousands of people buy those books and read them. And then run amok saying "You gotta read this book, or that book, or these books." It seems like there are dozens of them out about 9/11.
No I don’t, I hear enough out of their babbling’s to get all I need out of those books, mostly the conclusion that these folks are now babbling fools. I’m only interested in one conspiracy. My conspiracy to have sex with the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society. Lacking that, one of her sorority sisters.
I’m still writing about the Village Idiot, it takes time as I have to go paint between naps. He won’t get on my blog and make comments, you folks might tear him a new butt hole and he isn’t up to that. So he uses the excuse that my blog is a piece of crap. But he does send me emails and I love that, gives me yet another chance to tell him what an idiot he is. It’s the little things in life that bring me joy you know.
Here are some of the things he said in an email this morning. As if we didn’t already know all this. (He doesn’t drink, and has read so many books that his brain no longer belongs to him, is in fact just a scrambled mess)
"History is full of such people; Ullyses S. Grant was an alcoholic who failed at everything he tried to do. Finally, he got a chance to prove himself in the Civil War, and the rest is history."
"Einstein was a third class customs official."
"Ho Chi Minh was a prep cook at the Waldorf Astoria in NY City."
"Stalin was a jailed bank robber, (how's that for a resume' !)."
"Mao was an assistant librarian and later a guerrilla leader who stood a great chance of being killed numerous times."
"Edison was a minor railroad employee who got fired."
"Lincoln was a young rural hick from Kentucky with no education."
"Sam Adams was a distillery owner with a grudge against the British."
"Thomas Paine was a ne'er do well with no future."
"Washington was a failed rebel leader with a price on his head and on the run."
"So was Jefferson."
"As for myself; the old system we have had since the 1790's is shot, we need a new system and I have it. -(Build a better mouse trap and the world will beat a path to your door). -Bill B."
Yes, his name is Bill also, spare me the pain of reminding me of that though. Here is part of my reply to him.
"No they won't, all those other men went down in history because they where out there making noise and getting involved. The world is ran by those that are involved. You just cower around in the shadows and no one knows you exist. And the few that do, think you are an idiot, yup, you're the village idiot."
Ah, the little joys. Anyway, these people that don’t drink and think that they are more holy than those that do, just plain irritate me. Nothing wrong with a little booze to help keep your less than perfect brain in better running order. And if we drink a little too much some times and maybe say or do something stupid, at least we have the booze for an excuse. Those that don’t drink and say or do stupid things, well, they must just be natural idiots, like Bush for example, as I understand it he has always been an idiot. I don’t really trust people that don’t drink some, and I have plenty of reasons not too.
The little bitsy spider went up the waterspout. Lots of cute rhymes and little stories for kids aren’t there? But adults need cute rhymes and little stories also.
The Isty Bitsy Pussy
Went down on Peter Stout
And nine months later
Squirted out a little sprout.
Boy, I hope she has him spayed. LOL
The eleven dollar roller
People with more money than they deserve have different perspectives than I do. So of course I like to screw with their brains. I went to a place to do some painting one-day and the man had a whole bag of paint rollers from the dollar store. Nothing wrong with them, they are good rollers. He was real proud of his purchase and told me that I could just toss the roller at the end of the day instead of cleaning it out. In theory I can’t disagree with that, it takes time to clean a roller. Only I wrap them in plastic to use more the next day. Then when I’m done with the job I toss them.
I wasn’t going to just toss one at the end of the shift so when I got ready to go home I spent ten minutes scraping all the paint I could out of it on the lip of the can. Then I spent twenty minutes at his kitchen sink cleaning every single paint molecule out of it that I could. That’s when he walked in and asked me what I was doing.
I said that I had just cleaned the roller. He said "But I told you to just toss them." I said "I know, but you don’t understand, you are rich and I get paid by the hour, so it’s not about you, it’s about ME, and people like me making money off of you. So now you have an eleven dollar roller." It’s fun to stand there watching them while the little brain cells in their little brains have little hissy fits trying to figure out what I just said.
Have things like that gotten me fired before? Yeah, but who gives a fuck? Hey, are we really supposed to care what Tom Cruise’s kids first shit looks like? Bronze a turd, now I’d seen the height of insanity, or have I? Have a wonderful evening. BBC
You know what is weird? Feeling like I have to brush my teeth. The ones that aren’t there. I should have asked for them, then I could take the little fellows out of their little pouch and brush them.
And I got some solid food yesterday, had a pancake for breakfast, mashed it to death between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Went to Reggie’s (Beer Church) last night for free bingo and had an order of little smokies, it took me about an hour to get them down. I mauled them to death on the one small part of my upper gum where my four front teeth have been pulled ten years ago. I pretended they where nipples. LOL
Don’t tell Mother I’m blogging and trying to make a world a better place, she thinks I’m at the whorehouse.
I’m painting in a fancy home, a colonial design, I really like that home and would like to own it if I was willing to lower my standards again. But I don’t live in fancy homes anymore. I do a lot of painting in fancy homes, they require someone that doesn’t just slap paint around. Attention to detail and a study hand (about half a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps) on complex trim and straight lines is very important.
The folks that own this home are very nice people and I work as I please, three or four hours at a time, but some homeowners are assholes. They think it should only take two hours to paint a complex room. Hell, after the first two hours I’m just barley done with my first nap and a shower.
I’m still writing about the village idiot, will post it soon. I think I will put a window in the bottom of my door. So the cats can see out, or in. Maybe that will keep them off of my shelf where my aloe vera plants and other things are. Yeah, right.
The End is Near!
Turn Yourself Around NowBefore it's Too Late!
As a car sped past them, the driver yelled, "Leave us alone, you religious nuts!"
From the curve they heard screeching tires and a big splash. The priest turns to the pastor and asks, "Do you think the sign should just say "Bridge Out"?
And I got some solid food yesterday, had a pancake for breakfast, mashed it to death between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Went to Reggie’s (Beer Church) last night for free bingo and had an order of little smokies, it took me about an hour to get them down. I mauled them to death on the one small part of my upper gum where my four front teeth have been pulled ten years ago. I pretended they where nipples. LOL
Don’t tell Mother I’m blogging and trying to make a world a better place, she thinks I’m at the whorehouse.
I’m painting in a fancy home, a colonial design, I really like that home and would like to own it if I was willing to lower my standards again. But I don’t live in fancy homes anymore. I do a lot of painting in fancy homes, they require someone that doesn’t just slap paint around. Attention to detail and a study hand (about half a bottle of Peppermint Schnapps) on complex trim and straight lines is very important.
The folks that own this home are very nice people and I work as I please, three or four hours at a time, but some homeowners are assholes. They think it should only take two hours to paint a complex room. Hell, after the first two hours I’m just barley done with my first nap and a shower.
I’m still writing about the village idiot, will post it soon. I think I will put a window in the bottom of my door. So the cats can see out, or in. Maybe that will keep them off of my shelf where my aloe vera plants and other things are. Yeah, right.
The End is Near!
Turn Yourself Around NowBefore it's Too Late!
As a car sped past them, the driver yelled, "Leave us alone, you religious nuts!"
From the curve they heard screeching tires and a big splash. The priest turns to the pastor and asks, "Do you think the sign should just say "Bridge Out"?
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