Yanking your chain

Yup, those girls are always yanking our chains. Screwing with the spiritual. You don’t arrive here spiritual of course, it’s something that evolves in you, or not.

I goofed off yesterday. Well, more or less. After all, it was Sunday. In the morning I mixed up some of my styrofoam/sawdust wood to fill in a part of the floor in the camper that was bad.

BTW, if you make styrofoam glue, and I think you should to keep it from going to the landfills, only make what you will need at the time. Remember, just a few ounces of gas makes a fair amount of glue, it will eat up about a six by six inch cube of styrofoam. Maybe a little more than that.

Anyway, if you make more than what you need, even if you put it in a sealed container it will keep getting harder and harder. After a few weeks you will just have some soft plastic, useful for some things of course, after a few months you will have some hard plastic.

So just make a little at a time, if you need more, make a little more. I didn’t make enough sawdust filler to fill the space I’m filling, but I will let it set for a few days and then make some more. It’s okay to layer it. And once it is set it is better than cement.

Helen won a ticket from the radio station for a free meal at the Agnew fellowship hall. So we went there for lunch and paid for one dinner. The Patrie’s, and Mulligan’s were there, they are members of the local UU Fellowship, so we sat with them. Vivian mentioned that she had discovered my blog while doing a Google search for the friendship dinners, said something like it had a lot of negative fussing in it, but that she understood. Hey, why wouldn’t God be pissed at how this world is.

Nancy was also there, she goes to the UU Fellowship, she served us our dinners. I like these people, they all have more money than they have sense but they are good folks.

Then we went on to Sequim to the Home Depot for a gallon of clear high gloss latex that I will use in the camp trailer. On the way back home I stopped at an RV sales lot to check the prices of small camp trailers. They are about seventeen thousand dollars and I wouldn’t even get what I wanted. They have small crappy single pane windows in them and are poorly insulated and expensive to heat. I want big windows and something easy to heat.

And I don’t want all the modern fancy crap. I want a simple heater that I can depend on. Not some fancy piece of crap that will blow a circuit board transistor when I’m at the beach or mountains. I’ll make my own camper, and heater, thank you.

After returning home I cut some ¾ inch plywood strips to use for roof ribs, and set two pieces of the foam in place on the back wall with silicone.

Then Helen came over and we watched Air Force One with Harrison Ford in it. A lot of action in that movie even though I question the politics of it. Hell, I question all politics, they are all bullshit. God wouldn’t run the world through politics. And there isn’t a person reading this that would run their world or country with politics. Even those folks that use their blogs as political mouthpieces. Folks, deep down inside you don’t really believe in that bullshit. Your homes are not democracies, they are monarchies, and you know it. You just get caught in that game because that is the game that is in town.

Anyway, all the fighting that Harrison Ford did in that movie. What a crock, what good script writing. I’m here to tell you that as a man that was raised in a mining town that all that fighting isn’t real. I’ve been in some dandy fights and I’m here to tell you that you had better get it out of the way in a hurry. After you hit someone about four times real hard your hand is pretty much a piece of shit. It isn’t going to be any good for much for about a week. In the heat of a fight you may get in a number of licks, but believe me, your hands will know it the next day.

I hate to say it, but maybe its just better to pull out a gun to blow idiots away. What a stupid world. What would you say to someone that had a gun stuck to your head? Well, what? I’m omnipresent, only smarter than I once was. I would look right into his eyes and say “Go ahead, motherfucker, make my day”. These idiots think that they can kill the spirit of God. Funny. Jesus did it wrong, he should have packed a gun, we can’t have peace until the monkeys are gone.

Rose….. As for the idiots that go to blogs to bad mouth me. Nothing new there hon. People have been bad mouthing me for thousands of years. Christians yet, they are so screwed up. People need to be the spirit of Jesus, not christians, they are two different things.

They get bent out of shape if I seem to flirt some, make some risque jokes, tell others that I love them, give them virtual hugs. They call me a pervert if I talk about sex. Well, why else would the spirit be here? To enjoy physical sex in a humans body of course. It’s too bad we have to put up with all the monkeys though. Christians, bah, I’ll never get involved with a christian woman again, they are crazy.

Alistair….. I know what you are going through, I have a ten year head start on you though. Sure we misunderstand each other at times, it’s not always easy to be clear communicating this way. We are on parallel paths and they are different, but one day they may join. We shall see.

So, it is a new day, I will go with the day and see where it takes me. Remember, keep it simple stupid, oh, and pay real close attention, it often boils down to ‘I hear what you are saying, but I see what you are doing.’ And have a good day everyone, hugs…. BBC

Joyful, Joyful

It always gives me great joy when I can tell you that someone or something is a piece of shit. Even if I happen to think it is you. *hugs* Umm, or me. :-)

Someone gave me a can of DAP tex Multi-Purpose Insulating Foam Sealant. I don’t recall who, I just know that I didn’t buy it. It is a latex-based foam sealant, so that is kind of interesting. It won’t over expand, or so it says on the can. I can believe that, hell, it’s like fucking cotton candy. This stuff is as worthless as boobs on a woman that doesn’t want her nipples kissed.

No shit, in my book, for the kinds of things I do with foam sealant, this stuff is worthless crap. I used some of it in the camper, not knowing what it was. It may be okay for some things but I sure in the hell don’t know what. It doesn’t stick to other surfaces well, it fucking takes forever to cure if the temperature is under seventy, in fact I’m not sure it ever fucking cures.

Even after it ‘cures’ it is just wimpy shit with no body and no strength. So I dug it out of where I had used it, that was easy being as it is such wimpy shit. What I couldn’t reach with a scraper I blew out with compressed air. I really don’t know what that shit would be good for, umm, maybe spray a puff in each ear if the neighbors are playing their Bach and Beethoven to loud?

I got married last night, she was a good woman, it was a nice dream.

Anyway, yesterday I got the skin patches on the camp trailer finished, and cleaned up some of the mess from doing such a project. Added support to one roof member. Nothing worthy of taking a picture of yet. Next I think I will install the roof vent where I want to put it.

Sarah..... I'll never do the Bibbulmun Track, except though the eyes of others, it's too far away and I don't travel much anymore. There are a lot of beautiful places to see around here that I haven't seen yet. Come on over. :-)

So the heavy Sunday shit is on my other blog for you folks that are interested in such things. Comments to Alistair and Anne Johnson, and other stuff.

Heavy Sunday Shit

Hammer’s Hot Wheels …. LOL

Yesterday I started installing some skin patches on the camp trailer where I had removed outside access doors but I ran out of pop rivets. After chopping firewood for awhile and doing some other chores, by the time I went to town for more rivets it was raining so I didn’t get that finished. Oh well, today is a new day.

So in the afternoon I watched America’s Sweethearts with Julia Roberts and Billy Crystal, being a sucker for romantic comedies I really liked it. Julia Roberts is always such a great actress, and I like Billy Crystal.

The program I went to last evening about a 600 mile hike along the Bibblmen trail in Australia by two local ladies was pretty good. Then I stopped at Beer Church and sang two songs before returning home.

I see that the city of Port Angeles has a blog now, like everything else they do, they are just doing a half ass job. No new post since Dec. 7th.
Port Angeles Online

A cop stops a car for traveling faster than the posted speed limit.
The officer asks the man his name.
"Fred," he replies.
"Fred what?" the officer asks.
"Just Fred," the man responds.
The officer then presses him for the last name.
The man tells him that he used to have a last name but lost it. The officer thinks that he has a nut case on his hands but plays along with it.
"Tell me, Fred, how did you lose your last name?"
The man replies, "It's a long story, so stay with me."
"I was born Fred Dingaling.
I know -- a funny last name.
Kids used to tease me all the time.
So I stayed to myself, studied hard and got good grades.
When I got older I realized that I wanted to be a doctor.
I went through college, medical school, internship, residency, and finally got my degree, so I was Fred Dingaling, MD.

After a while I got bored being a doctor, so I decided to go back to school. Dentistry was my dream!
Got all the way through school, got my degree, so then I was Fred Dingaling, MD, DDS.
Got bored doing dentistry, so I started fooling around with my assistant and she gave me VD.
So now I was Fred Dingaling, MD, DDS, with VD.
Well, the ADA found out about the VD, so they took away my DDS.
Then I was Fred Dingaling, MD with VD.
Then the AMA found out about the ADA taking away my DDS because of theVD, so they took away my MD leaving me as Fred Dingaling with VD.
Then the VD took away my Dingaling, so now I am Just Fred."

The officer walked away in tears, laughing.

Looking forward

I’m looking forward to the 24th, when I marry Ralph and Karen. I love doing weddings and celebrating and sharing those things with others. I went to their home yesterday and we roughed out the wedding. Some of you may recall my Beer Church post, Ralph and Karen are the ones that are always kissing even though they have been together for some time.

I haven’t been to beer church much lately other than quick stops for a glass of orange juice in the afternoons as I go by. But I found out today that Ann, the owner, is getting a divorce. At least that is the scuttlebutt. Hum, Ann is really cool, but too needy on things, I’ve had some interesting talks with her the last few years, she believes that she is an old soul. But I’m going to keep my distance. I’ve accepted that I’ve become too complex and different to be able to find a mate that would be okay with me and my spiritual journey.

Sarah….. Cool wood burning stove…. I sense your sense of humor must be as twisted as mine at times. He, he, he. Hey, why does that always get us in trouble? Hugs.

I haven’t been able to check a lot of blogs regularly lately so I’ve just been hit and miss. But I see that J_G got her tits stuck in a wringer again. Those crazy christians hey? God is a big boy, I forgive her for calling me a fucking moron, now give me some sugar baby. :-)

Anyway, the picture. I've finished framing in the back wall of the camp trailer and have the windows setting in place, but not yet sealed in, or the outside skin trimmed well as I will do that with my router later. I installed a 2X4 to attach the table to even though I maybe didn't need something that strong.

I just set a couple pieces of the foam insulation in place to show what I will be installing. I'll get a fair amount of it in place before I weld it all together with spray foam insulation. Lots of window area to look out of at the beaches, I like that.

I’m going to a presentation this evening to see a 600 mile ‘walk about’ in Australia that a local couple took and documented, that should be interesting. BBC

KIDS WRITE ABOUT THE SEA
This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles. ( Kelly age 6)

Oysters' balls are called pearls. (James age 6)

Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson. She's not my friend no more. (Kylie age 6)

A dolphin breaths through an asshole on the top of its head. (Billy age 8)

I like mermaids. They are beautiful, and I like their shiny tails. And how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? Like, really? (Helen age 6)

On holidays my Mom went water skiing. She fell off when she was going very fast. She says she won't do it again because water fired right up her fat ass. (Julie age 7)

Three meat turd

So I just cook what I have around, you know what I mean? The last time I lived in the Colville, Washington area it was on twenty acres in a little house that I had built, had a beautiful view of the valley. I was living the alternate lifestyle that I love, made my own electricity, packed my water, etc. Even made my own cool wood burning stove. The neighbors were a nice couple that liked to cook and they would have me over often to share meals with them. She always acted kind of cultured but this one evening after having had a wonderful Italian dinner I complemented them on it. She replied with “Ah, it’ll make a turd”. I found that quite amusing.

As a country hick I’ve never much been into fancy meals, especially paying for them in restaurants, although I have enjoyed a few good beef tenderloins and lobsters. While I was raised in poor surroundings at times I don’t recall a day of ever being hungry, we always had something that we could turn into a meal. And that is how I still pretty much operate, I look around at what I have here and decide what to do with it.

Safeway had roasted chickens on sale for $4.99 so I got one. After eating the good parts (I’m a breast man don’t ya know) I figured I should do something with the rest of it. So into the crock pot goes the picked clean chicken, two sliced up polish sausages, a half pound of cooked hamburger (I cook up ten pounds at a time and repackage and freeze it), two nuked russet potatoes, a can of stewed tomatoes, two cans of chili, and a can of kidney beans.

Hey, it’s what I had here that seemed like it would all go well together. I helped Helen waddle over to my place and we had some for dinner while watching Summers End, a very good movie. Yup, it’s tasty and makes a fine turd. Gotta love country, we know how to get by just fine. I saved the wishbone from the chicken, but I don’t really know why. It’s like I’ve always said, wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which one gets full the fastest.

Not that I don’t believe in cosmic mysteries that I fully understand, but I don’t bank on them, and I never ask it for anything, assuming that I will have what I need, and no more, and that has worked very well for me for nine years now. I’ll leave that other stuff up to the needy and greedy.

Ah shit, I forgot, most of you just want humor. Well, get the hell over it, there are plenty of blogs where you can just screw around and not take anything serious. BBC

Happy Valentines Day

"Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too." - Joyce Cary

I’ve been teasing Sewmouse some, she says I crack her up. But I contend that she was already cracked, I’m just opening it up some. LOL

A guy walks into a post office one day to see a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing "Love" stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them. His curiosity getting the better of him, he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he is doing. The man says, "I'm sending out 1,000 Valentine cards signed, 'Guess who?'" "But why?" asks the man. "I'm a divorce lawyer," the man replies.

Whatever you think of, or do about Valentines Day I hope that you survive it. On a planet like this one you just never know if you will, many will die today for stupid reasons. As for how you see love, well, what ever. Just be thankful if you don't have to spend a bunch of money to prove it. BBC

Valentines Day

Be the light

It would be nice if we could just all get along, we’re all so damn goofy anyway. The problem that infuriates me the most is the problem that God, the cosmic spirit, has assigned me to solve.

Be one light. It’s such a little globe, and so fragile. Christians are such fools, and so are Muslims, so many of them just fight each other. And so many people are so needy and greedy. Bah, this blog will never reach almost seven billion monkeys and make a dent in getting them believing that they are in fact God in evolution. Like they even want that responsibility.

So, tomorrow is Valentines Day is it? I love Valentines Day, Sewmouse is grumbling about it, but I know that it is just because she is lonely. I love when two people are in love in a romantic way even though I understand that it is some kind of a mental sickness. I used to make my own cards, little notes and poems. But that kind of love seems difficult to achieve in this day and age. I do so like to see and share it with others though. Tomorrow I will be doing some wedding renewals and sharing the celebrations of love with others. Not in the cards for me anymore it seems, but I sure like to see it and share it with others.

I didn’t work on the camp trailer any yesterday, but I went out and admired it some and did some planing in my amazing mind. *snorts*. But I got that monster bastard of an apple tree trimmed, and dug out a space heater for a lady that was looking for one on Yahoo Freecycle. And chopped up more firewood for Helen. I’m thankful my place has electric heat. I like a wood fire at times, for the romantic atmosphere if with a mate, or for sitting in front of and pondering, just not all the time, then it becomes work.

I’m up at midnight writing some of this and it’s about 42 degrees out, not bad. But it never gets too bad one way or the other here in God’s country. New post on my other blog.
My other blog

Sign on condom machine in Men's Room: "Don't buy this gum, it tastes like rubber."

Government Verbosity:
Pythagorean theorem: 24 words.
The Lord's prayer: 66 words.
Archimedes' Principle: 67 words.
The 10 Commandments: 179 words.
The Gettysburg address: 286 words.
The Declaration of Independence: 1,300 words.
U.S. Government regulations on cabbage sales: 26,911 words.

Camper and Granny’s Café.

Yesterday I got my left rear window framed and in. Well setting in the hole anyway, I won't seal the windows in until I get further along on the project.

Where the louvered window is on the left is where I'm putting a bigger dual pane window. The red lines shows approximately the area it will cover. It will be over the cooking and sink area.

I also started on framing in the rear of the trailer today where the table and seating will be, along with two windows across the back wall. As the weather gets better I will be able to start installing the panels, but it's not quite warm enough to seal them together in the way I'm going to do it.

I also took Helen out to Granny’s café with me for breakfast because Terry keeps inviting us out for a free meal, only it was at noon. I had called and they told me that Terry was there but when we got there he wasn’t. He returned just as I was getting ready to leave so I stayed a while longer and talked to him.

I took two pictures, the one is part of the dining room and counter area (yes, that is Helen in the picture). I remodeled it a few years back, installed the hardwood floor, cut up the horseshoe shaped counter and rebuilt it into L shape that is there now (it’s longer than it looks in the picture). It’s hard to see it in the picture but there is also a water station that is attached to the inside of the counter. Some of the formica work was interesting to do. Hell, that whole job was different. Like the brass foot rail? Other than the fake brick wall I pretty much completely redid that room, including the door on the right. Even the shelves on the left where the coffee cups are.

That is Helen in the picture and I know that I compare all women to women like her. For the simple reason that she knows how to get along with a man and doesn’t make life hard for them. Yup, most women I know wouldn’t make a pimple on her butt. Just saying.

You wouldn’t know that I can do good work by looking at my place that never seems to get finished. LOL….. Hey, it’s solid as a rock, that is all I care about. Leave fancy to the ego’s that need such things. I do like the work I did at Granny’s though, it’s homey out there, country, I should have taken more pictures.

The other picture I took out there is of a grandstand where they play music when the weather is decent, which is about eight months out of the year. Actually, it was a porch on a place nearby to start with. But the people there were forced out after having it built and didn’t want the new owners to have it so we went down there with a couple of tractors and took it up to Granny’s and turned it into a bandstand.

One of Terry’s daughters (three of them have wandered away from the café and working in it being as they grew up there are wanting different experiences) got a job on the second 164 foot yacht that was built here in town. Pecker extension boats I call them. He was telling me about some of her experiences there, like a drunken chef that came into the cabin she shared with a roommate, only the roommate had been replaced by a new crewmember. Actually, I guess all she saw was a bare ass getting kicked out of the room. LOL

So they fired the chef and now she is cooking for the crew being as she has the experience from Granny’s. She sure is getting a look at life as she didn’t know it by being protected out in the country. Yup, she is seeing what all the monkeys are up to. I am impressed with one aspect of her job though. They pay her $2500.00 a month and provide good medical benefits. Plus provide a place to live, meals, uniforms, etc. Pretty damn good for a young person, and she gets to travel around and see some of the world on the yacht. It beats working in a convenience store doesn’t it?

It’s the middle of February and some things are starting to bud out already, time to trim that monster of an apple tree that just keeps mocking me and getting bigger no matter how much I trim it back.

For your edification

Yawn, good morning. It’s Sunday isn’t it. I should enlighten you some today I suppose.

Mary was cool, lets let her say something. Let’s say that she is the spirit of Mrs. God, Goddess speaking, from an earlier time of course.

So there we were sitting on a log next to the path, and Jesus was playing with my boobies when some fucking Roman soldiers came along and grabbed my sweetie pie stud muffin and headed toward town with him. Boy, let me tell you, those motherfuckers spoiled our whole fucking day. Then the next day those sons a bitches nailed him to a cross to die, it was all very terrible. The parties were never the same after that and I never did sleep with another man again ….. Yadda, yadda. ….

Gruff love? I think it’s safe to say that mankind isn’t ready to love each other, not even spiritually. Maybe especially spiritually, seeing that we are all one and of the same spirit. So maybe we should just try Gruff Love? “Hey, love asshole.” “Peace be on you bitch.”

Bah….. Maybe I should just shut the hell up and spend less time on the computer surfing and writing and do other things, ignore the rest of the world the best I can and spend my last days more in peace with my mind. I know anyway that the world isn’t going to be peaceful until a lot more ugly stuff happens and people are forced to really look at it all before they decide to change it.

Yesterday I was at Rick’s shop early to help him smooth out ten yards of gravel that was put on his parking lot, chopped some firewood for Helen, and worked on the camper framing some. Then in the evening Helen treated me to a buffet at the Secret Garden and we watched a movie at my place.

Have a good day assholes, and monkeys, peace and love. … BBC

Oh… Tacoma

The trip to Tacoma yesterday went well. The pickup got over twenty miles a gallon, not bad. We stopped near Bremerton for breakfast on the way, it was good. We didn’t stick around in the big city, us country hicks just don’t have much use for big city’s. We went right to the Rex Pegg warehouse for the materials Rick needed and then over to the Harbor Freight store to look around.

I bought two ten inch carbide tip saw blades, a few air couplers, some sanding pads, and a dremel tool accessory kit. And then we got the hell out of town. Traffic wasn’t bad yesterday and we were back home by one.

Arcturus

Hey, Good morning monkeys, I know that you are out there, I can hear you breathing. I have more to say about American politics being as it’s just a big zoo full of monkeys fucking around, but it can wait for another day. Interesting though that a Canadian thinks he understands American politics when Americans don’t.

Arcturus: A very large star, mostly a big gas bag. He, he, he, a few of you will actually know what I’m talking about. She hasn’t dropped in to pick on me for a while. Maybe I should go to her blog and say some sweet things to her. *snorts*….Na, I’ll leave well enough alone.

Anyway, the star, that is one big hunk of cosmic sexual debris. If it put out the kind of light that the much smaller sun does we would be crispy critters. But she is just a cold wet noodle. *snickers*

On her blog Kirsten talked about aura’s, so I asked her if she had ever had blue light sex. She deleted the comment. Hey it was just an innocent question. I’ve only experienced it once in my life, I would like to know if others have. Have any of my other readers experienced blue light sex? Or a light of any color for that matter. Where you are completely surrounded by a beautiful light during sex. It’s like, you know, spiritual.

There are some Jehovah Witness folks that bring Helen those little booklets that they put out all the time. They actually have some pretty interesting items in them at times. I don’t often have time to read them but at times I glance through them. The headline on the February Awake is “Is religion losing its influence?”

I sure as hell hope so, the planet would be a better place if all religions went way, and if the stupid US would stop supporting Israel. Replace all those religions with a spirituality only, a spirituality called God.

Questions

Hey, I’m going to Tacoma at seven am this morning so I don’t have much time to write. LOL
Rick needs a lot of upholstery materials so we are running over there in my pickup to get it all. Some time running on the highways will be good for it even though I don’t like to go anywhere anymore. I’ve been enough places, seen and done enough things.

Church Bulletins:
The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.
The sermon this morning: "Jesus Walks on the Water." The sermon tonight: "Searching for Jesus."
Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.
Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.
This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn singing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.
Don't let worry kill you off - let the Church help.
A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.
The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.
….
Lets say that you were assigned the job of fixing all the problems in the world. What would your very first order be?

Why am I starting to hear that Hillary Clinton is one of the smartest women in the world?

Who makes this shit up? She is a good politician, and if she can work herself into a high enough position of power she may well become one of the most dangerous. Other than that she is just another bible packing idiot, and no smarter than one of my fence posts. Sewmouse and other women I know has more smarts than that woman. Hillary is just another emerging Neo Con. But sometimes I may sound like a Neo Con.

Only I don’t believe in their foreign policy bullshit. Patriotism is NOT a necessity, world government is a good idea, the ability to distinguish friend from foe, protecting national interest both at home and abroad is bullshit. And the necessity of a strong military is bullshit.

Neo Con

And why do some people think that Nancy Pelosi is so special?

She is just another damn slick talking spoiled rich girl. Another Neo Con. I don’t give a damn if a politician is a democrat or a republican, liberal, or conservative. A damn Neo Con is still just a damn Neo Con.

And the spoiled little rich girl wants an airplane that will fly from DC to CA nonstop. What the fuck? Put her on a fucking bus. Put a jet pack on her fucking broom. I’m not impressed with the press hype showing her with the kids and grandkids and such. She’s just another fucking witch. A filthy stinking rich one, she can damn well pay for her own way home. But the taxpayers in this country are idiots so they will keep paying the bills.

No more Davy Croocket’s anymore is there? I’ll tell you how stupid Americans are, they don’t have brains enough to see that DC needs be much of anything anymore than a picture. Are you fools aware that this is the year 2007? All these fool politicians can just stay home and do everything in their bathrobes through the internet and teleconferencing. Just think how much money what would save.

How much easier it would be on the planet. I swear, God is surrounded by fucking idiots. Fucking monkeys. I hate being ruled by fucking monkeys. They haven’t even been entertaining the last six years, we haven’t caught any of them fucking on a white house couch. All they do is masturbate and fight each other. Fuck, bring back Bill Clinton.

Cuz I like it

I’m posting this picture because I like it, and have an infinity with the seas that I evolved from.

Clouds of moisture form on Lake Michigan at sunrise in Kenosha, Wisconsin February 5, 2007. (Allen Fredrickson/Reuters)

I appear to have a number of readers in India. I wonder what attracts them to me.

Dr. Alistair…. No, I haven’t seen Fear and Loathing, but I fear nothing and loath much. LOL…. I know a bit about Hunter though, interesting man, made a name for himself and went out on his own terms. Pretty cool hey?

My friend Rick claims that if you are in a store like a Walmart and you want some service to just look for one of those security cameras. Start flipping it off while saying “I want some fucking service”. Soon someone will show up. I have not confirmed this information.

No No.. Bad George

A friend emailed me one of George Bush's baby pictures so I decided to post it.

Kicking back

Other than the fact that it is laundry day here at Polly's Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse I'm just kicking back and enjoying the day. Enjoying some of the music in my head. Of course that is a picture of me. I know how to be a ham.

It spoke to me

Helen’s eyes was getting irritated, or infected with something, so I took her to the eye doctor yesterday. While she was there I went to the hardware store to get some sealer. When I walked in one of the clerks said, “Hi Bill, how is it going?”. I replied with, “Ah, same old shit, same old planet, different fucking day.” Everyone laughed and agreed.

So I picked out some sealer and went back to get Helen and took her to Rite-Aid for some eye drops. While she was waiting for them to fill the prescription I decided to look around a little. I seldom just look around for the heck of it because I’m not that fond of shopping in the first place. At times though it’s as if the cosmos wants me to discover something. What I discovered is the shells you see in the picture. The tag says that it is a wind chime but I’ve put it on the wall at the head of my bed under my owl chalice. With the sales tax it was only $2.89, good deal I think, and I really like it. I may put it in the camper when I’m done with it.

Camper project update

Yesterday was kind of a bleary day, with threats of rain. I didn’t want to put out my saws and such to cut more framing but I did get the skin nailed to the framing where the first window is now sitting and cut the excess skin out as the window is much bigger than the one that had been there. I want lots of windows in the back were the table is going to be so that I have good views. Even the heavier staples that I got from Rick wouldn’t go through the skin so I used galvanized nails. It isn’t actually set yet, I need to go get some sealer first. After I go read a lot of labels because sealers are always changing. I’ll find something I really like at a reasonable cost and then it disappears so I have to find another product.

One statement that is always important to me when I’m looking at sealers is “sticks to wet surfaces”. If it will do that it will usually do the job I want it to do. Even the glues I make won’t do that, they just never let go if I use them on a dry surface in the beginning. Anyfuckingway, (I had to swear to see if I could offend someone) I only worked on the camper for about an hour. I also split some firewood up for Helen, took a walk, went to look at materials again and had a battery put in Helen’s watch. And watched a movie.

Oh, I took my camera to take a picture of three of the materials I’m considering putting on the walls. They ‘speak’ to me, I seldom buy anything unless it speaks to me. Even a candy bar, I’ll look at all of them, one of them will be saying “Eat me, you motherfucker”…. LOL… There are three in my roll up desk behind me still waiting, but I just haven’t felt like eating them yet. I’m thinking maybe the top one in the picture for in the table and seating area. The boats one for around my sleeping area because it will go well with the beautiful quilt that Laurel Ann made for me. And the native one for between the two areas.

I’m looking forward to getting it to the point where I can start taking it to the beaches and mountains and spending my days in peace and quite around all these monkeys. Weather permitting of course for working on it. Once I get it done the weather won’t make any difference, as I’ll be as snug as a bug no matter where I go in it. When I’m done I’ll put this old trailer up against any new one for warmth and comfort and ease and expense of heating. And get this, it will be lighter than it originally was. BBC

Colts tame Bears for Super Bowl victory…… And how many people died of starvation and in wars while these over paid monkeys where fucking around? Just asking. BBC

Super Slut Sunday

Ms. Piggy isn’t about to let Janet Jackson or anyone else one up her today.

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Ah, yes, there is some kind of a super stupid football game on today isn’t there. Played by a bunch of over paid super sluts. I will avoid places with TV’s today. I wouldn’t watch that stupid fucking game unless they were using George Bush’s head as the football.

When I went into the bank for some money the other day I made the remark that I needed some money for booze and women. The girl asked me if I was going to buy her a pretty trinket. I explained that I just like to say that, that I don’t want anything to do with women anymore. I like the idea of women, I just don’t like what most of them are. While we were talking two more of the girls wandered over to say Hi to me. I said that women are crazy and I don’t want them around me. All three of them agreed that they are crazy, so there you go. I think I will start telling them I want the money for a hooker. No games there, you get what you pay for without a lot of bullshit head games.

All the women I meet think about is their material possessions and “What are you going to buy me?.” Well, how about a roll of duct tape to put over your mouth. The trouble with women is that they are godless. And I’ve grown intolerant of their opinions, I’ve grown intolerant of almost all opinions other than mine in fact, having had traveled down many difficult paths to my own.

I didn’t start this blog to debate with others, to learn from others. I started it to tell others that we are God in evolution but the message hasn’t gotten across, no one wants to take that responsibility. So the world is still going to hell. It takes up too much of my time and is a waste of my time, so I’m going to start posting on Sunday’s only.

Dear Dr. Alistair, would you please fucking stop debating with God you little fucker? Hugs. Don’t smoke a frigging joint before reading what I say, I never have said that I wanted to be governed by science. I only state that science is important in eventually understanding what we are, how everything works, and where we should be heading. That God is a scientist. At that point in time they will be saying, “Hey, we are God”. Duh, no shit, but remember, I said it first. And I don’t want to be governed by politics either, it’s just the big nuts working their way to the top to lead us. And it’s been made too complex, complicated, and expensive. And there is no spirituality in it. I didn’t say religion, I said spirituality.

As for women, you are recently freed (or being freed) from whatever situation you were in. Get back to me in five or ten years after you have gone through five or ten more of these airheaded bobbleheads that you are going to be dealing with in the future. You just don’t get it do you? Women have taken women’s lib and freewill too far and it’s about impossible to get along with them anymore because they don’t give a fuck about teamwork. They will pretend to care about teamwork while they try to manipulate you though. They just want to make you a piece of their real-estate, empire. And I’m tired of being one of their victims. Have fun with them, if you can, but I have better things to do. Hugs.

You said…. “you may seem mean to some if you appear as if you won`t play the game.”….. Ah, games, some games I’m just not tolerant of. I take it that you mean the “Humor and treat me tender because I have a weak ego”, game. I’ve gotten tired of doing that, the world needs to start growing up. Oh, and that Sarah lady that just showed up with a new blog. She isn’t a psychic, she is just another bobblehead that thinks she is going to give you the answers to, well, everything. Another thing that she isn’t is Goddess, therefore I’m not interested in her or her future mutterings. She did post a pretty picture, but how can we know what the truth is? She may be ugly and weigh over two hundred pounds for all we know. It’s all too easy to be a fake on the web. I think that Ted guy offered her way to much money for some sex, but maybe they can work out some new figure as they go along. *smirks*

Any of you leaving a comment, try to sound intelligent, and try to remember that your opinion won’t be valid to me unless you agree with me. Okay? :-)…. I’m going to keep adding things to admire at my other blog of course, and I will visit some blogs and leave comments. See you next Sunday, take time to go through my old blog posts, almost everything I have to say is already there.

Jeanne sent the following to me, I can't verify all of it, but who knows. Shoot, I won't even remember most of it when I might need it.

Drinking two glasses of Gatorade can relieve headache pain almost immediately-- without the unpleasant side effects caused by traditional "pain relievers."

Did you know that Colgate toothpaste makes an excellent salve for burns.

Before you head to the drugstore for a high-priced inhaler filled with mysterious chemicals, try chewing on a couple of curiously strong Altoids peppermints. They'll clear up your stuffed nose.

Achy muscles from a bout of the flu? Mix 1 Tablespoon of horseradish in 1 cup of olive oil. Let the mixture sit for 30 minutes, then apply it as a massage oil, for instant relief for aching muscles.

Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1 tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.

Cure urinary tract infections with Alka-Seltzer. Just dissolve two tablets in a glass of water and drink it at the onset of the symptoms. Alka-Seltzer begins eliminating urinary tract infections almost instantly-- even though the product has never been advertised for this use.

Honey remedy for skin blemishes ... Cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight.

Listerine therapy for toenail fungus. Get rid of unsightly toenail fungus by soaking your toes in Listerine mouthwash. The powerful antiseptic leaves your toenails looking healthy again.

Easy eyeglass protection... To prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of Maybelline Crystal Clear nail polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them.

Cleaning liquid that doubles as bug killer ... If menacing bees, wasps, hornets, or yellow jackets get in your home and you can't find the insecticide, try a spray of Formula 409. Insects drop to the ground instantly.

Smart splinter remover. Just put a drop of Elmer's Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin. The splinter sticks to the dried glue.

Hunt's tomato paste boil cure ...cover the boil with Hunt's tomato paste as a compress. The acids from the tomatoes soothe the pain and bring the boil to a head.

Balm for broken blisters... To disinfect a broken blister, dab on a few drops of Listerine, a powerful antiseptic.

Vinegar to heal bruises ... Soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour. The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process.

Kills fleas instantly...Dawn dishwashing liquid does the trick. Add a few drops to your dog's bath and shampoo the animal thoroughly. Rinse well to avoid skin irritations. Good-bye fleas.

Rainy day cure for dog odor ...Next time your dog comes in from the rain, simply wipe down the animal with Bounce or any dryer sheet, instantly making your dog smell springtime fresh.

Eliminate ear mites. All it takes is a few drops of Wesson corn oil in your cat's ear...Massage it in, then clean with a cotton ball. Repeat daily for 3 days. The oil soothes the cat's skin, smothers the mites, and accelerates healing.

Quaker Oats for fast pain relief... It's not for breakfast any more! Mix 2 cups of Quaker Oats and 1 cup of water in a bowl and warm in the microwave for 1 minute, cool slightly, and apply the mixture to your hands for soothing relief from arthritis pain.

All of the above has been shared with you with the intention of providing one or more of the following: knowledge, wisdom, humor, or just to piss you off. Have a good and peaceful Sunday. BBC

Something else I do

I don’t always make my own glues and fillers, only when I want really good stuff do I do that. It’s just more convenient to buy it in caulking gun tubes for a lot of jobs. Or I use FIX-IT-ALL for a filler. BTW, you can also make FIX-IT-ALL and products like that go further if you mix some sawdust in it. What I make with styrofoam doesn’t take kindly to sanding so it’s not good to use on a surface that you might want to sand to a good finish.

But it makes for great no sag gates or waterproof joints on something that will be in the weather a lot. Like birdhouses and boats and outbuildings and such.

Anyway, what I do when working on a project that is taking a while, instead of screwing around with trying to seal the tube tips and then cleaning out the dried stuff the next time I use it I just put them in a can with some water in it. That keeps it from hardening and all I have to do is grab the tube, do a quick wipe and go to work again. If it is a plastic tube you can put a lot of water in the can, if it is a cardboard you just put in enough to cover the plastic tube nozzle. If I’m not going to be using them for a long time I put some plastic around the nozzle with some water in it and stick them in the freezer.

Yesterday I started putting framing back in the trailer. I got the frame made for the right rear window. Friend Rick lent me his spare staple gun so today I will staple the skin to it. Depending on the weather I should be able to start installing the foam panels soon. After I get them prepped that is, I still have to decide what material I want on them.

The Male Version of Maxine

Her job is to bitch, mine is to give her a reason.

How many men does it take to open a beer? None. It should be opened when she brings it

Why do women have smaller feet than men? It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.

How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart? When she starts a sentence with "A man once told me..."

Why do men fart more than women? Because women can't shut up long enough to build up the required pressure.

If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first? The dog, of course. He'll shut up once you let him in.

I married a Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.

Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes a woman's sex drive by 90%. It's called a Wedding Cake.

AND WHAT DOES MAXINE SAY ABOUT THIS?.....

Wipe your mouth, there’s still a little bullshit around your lips.

DETROIT (AP) - An officer who arrested a man for cursing in a public meeting violated the man's right to free speech, a federal appeals court ruled Friday. The 6th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals reversed a lower court's decision that Montrose Township police officer Stephen Robinson had probable cause to arrest Thomas Leonard in 2002 when Leonard cursed while addressing the township board.

At the time, Leonard's wife, Sarah, was suing the township over a towing contract. Thomas Leonard accused the board members in the meeting of cheating his family and saying, "That's why you're in a goddamn lawsuit."

Yea…… Godfuckingdamnit.

Press conference

At a press conference this morning, a renowned 'beltway insider' confirmed that an archeological team from the National Geographic Society digging in Washington DC have unearthed the 17,000 year old bones and fossilized remains of what scientists now believe to be the very first politician.

Teaching you something

In college they will teach you big words and other useless crap you will never use the rest of your life. But I’m going to talk about something that you can find useful all of your life. How to make maybe the best waterproof glue and filler you will ever need, and be able to recycle all that white styrofoam instead of sending it to the landfills.

I’ve mentioned how to make glue with styrofoam before, now I’m including some pictures to make it more visual. When I’m working on projects like the camp trailer that will become my new spiritual retreat, knowing how to do this comes in very handy. No one taught me this, I learned it on my own, inventors do that. I made and used it when I reinforced the rafters in my place as I gutted out and remodeled the place I live in, and recent high winds was not able to tear it apart.

As you can see in the pictures, I made some glue in a little one pound margarine container. I filled it about one third full with gasoline and then melted styrofoam in it until I had my glue. That little amount eats up a lot of styrofoam so have plenty on hand. But I had some wood rot in one place on the trailer on a vertical surface and I wanted to fill it and glue alone is too runny for that, so here is where we go a step further and make a plastic wood. Yes, you can buy plastic wood fillers, but nothing as good as this stuff. And this is cheap to make.

After I made the glue I put about half of it in another container and worked fine sawdust into it. This gives it body and allows you to fill in vertical surfaces. After I dug out the rotten wood I filled the space with the plastic wood, then I cut and installed a new base place plate as the original one was beyond saving. Try to remember this, it is really good stuff, and it may come in handy to you someday.

I took my neighbor, Helen to Rite-Aid yesterday so that she could refill her meds and they had hair clippers on sale for $5.99 so I bought one. I’ve cut my own hair for years so they will come in handy, I will put my battery operated one in the camper. Hugs and all that. BBC

What the hell

Yeah, what the hell, I’ll do two posts again today.

Classes For Men at The Learning Center For Adults

Note: Due to the complexity and difficulty level of their contents, class sizes will be limited to 8 participants maximum.

How To Fill Up The Ice Cube Trays --- Step by Step, with Slide Presentation
Meets 4 weeks, Monday and Wednesday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

The Toilet Paper Roll --- Does It Change Itself?
Round Table Discussion.
Meets 2 weeks! , Saturday 12:00 for 2 hours.

Fundamental Differences Between The Laundry Hamper and The Floor ---
Pictures and Explanatory Graphics.
Meets Saturdays at 2:00 PM for 3 weeks.

After Dinner Dishes --- Can They Levitate and Fly Into The Kitchen Sink?
Examples on Video.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM

Loss Of Identity --- Losing The Remote To Your Significant Other.
Help Line Support and Support Groups.
Meets 4 Weeks, Friday and Sunday 7:00 PM

Learning How To Find Things --- Starting With Looking In The Right Places. And Not Turning The House Upside Down While Screaming.
Open Forum . Monday at 8:00 PM, 2 hours.

Health Watch --- Bringing Her Flowers Is Not Harmful To Your Health.
Graphics and Audio Tapes.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

Real Men Ask For Directions When Lost --- Real Life Testimonials.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM Location to be determined.

Is It Genetically Impossible To Sit Quietly While She Parallel Parks?
Driving Simulations.
4 weeks, Saturday's noon, 2 hours.

Learning to Live --- Basic Differences Between Mother and Wife.
Online Classes and role-playing .
Tuesdays at 7:00 PM, location to be determined

How to be the Ideal Shopping Companion
Relaxation Exercises, Meditation and Breathing Techniques.
Meets 4 weeks, Tuesday and Thursday for 2 hours beginning at 7:00 PM.

How to Fight Cerebral Atrophy --- Remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries and
Other Important Dates and Calling When You're Going To Be Late.
Cerebral Shock Therapy Sessions and Full Lobotomies Offered.
Three nights; Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 7:00 PM for 2 hours.

The Stove/Oven --- What It Is and How It Is Used
Live Demonstration.
Tuesdays at 6:00 PM, location to be determined.

Upon completion of any of the above courses, diplomas will be issued to the survivers.
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Sally, a sweet lady that I know, gave me half of a rabbit a few days ago. I haven’t had rabbit for a long time. It’s being slowly cooked in beer right now.

You have a calling which exists only for you and which only you can fulfill… And it isn’t shopping.

Turtles can breathe through their rear end.

What was your first car?

Once in a great while my father would remember that he had sons and actually try to spend a little time with us, or do something for us, be a father. He was the service manager in the Ford dealership and one day he had us go to Kellogg with him and mother in her car as she was going shopping or something. I think that I was about fourteen at the time. We spent three or four hours helping him sand a pickup that he was fixing to paint. Actually, now that I think of it we spent of lot of our youth as child laborers without pay.

Anyway, when we were done dad took us out to the parking lot where there was an Austin Bantam, and announced that it belonged to us, and that he would help us fix it up. Austin’s were about half the size of a full size car of the time. It was a piece of shit of course but we all piled into it and dad drove it back home, on the shoulder of the road because it would only go about twenty or twenty-five miles an hour. He parked it in the back yard and promptly forgot about it and us.

It didn’t have a generator on it but I found one somewhere and rigged up enough of a mounting system to run a fan belt to it. It didn’t charge but I did get it on there. I did manage to get some charge in the battery a few times and got the cranky little four cylinder motor running on three cylinders. Then we would hop in it and drive around for a while. A lady called dad at work one day complaining that I was hot rodding around town at fifty miles an hour terrorizing everyone. He just laughed at her, but came home and whipped my ass anyway.

After a few months I didn’t bother with it anymore, by then I had learned how to hot-wire the neighbors cars for joyrides. In 1958 dad came home with a brand new Ford with a police interceptor engine in it for mother. Dad also had a pickup and Terry camp trailer and they went on a little vacation for a few days. He, he, he, I was the only other person in the family that ever drove that car. In such a small town it’s a wonder that they didn’t find out, ah, I didn’t get a whipping I deserved. LOL

A bit more about my childhood. I was a very quite kid (You can thank a Dale Carnage course and years of being a service manager for my being a loud mouth now…LOL), and I spent a lot of time hiding from my parents and brother and sisters. I just wasn’t like them and if dad happened to notice one of us he always had a reason to give us a whipping. Not that it wasn’t justified at times I suppose, but I got a hell of a lot of whippings simply because I was there, collateral damage I guess you might say. My brother was always getting us in trouble, I never could figure out how I was involved when I wasn’t even with him. But to dad we where, umm, hell, I don’t know, but we both got whipped.

Anyway, that piece of shit car sat in the back yard until we moved to Utah a few years later, then dad towed it to the local garage and gave it to the man there.

You know what irritates me? Besides almost everything that is. LOL. Thank You notes and letters. The Food Bank was having it’s annual money drive a while back and it’s blabbed about on the radio all day long. They have people at the radio station on hand to take pledges and such. So when I was downtown I stopped by with a check. Yesterday I got a thank you letter from the food bank. Grrrrr…. I don’t do things for recognition and thank you’s, I do them because they need to be done. It bugs me that they waste money on paper, an envelope, a return address label and a stamp, I want the money spent on food. Not something I’m going to throw in the trash to become landfill material. What a wasteful country.

Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise. Since Venus is normally associated with women,
what does this tell you!

The great successful men of the world have used their imagination... they think ahead and create their mental picture in all its details, filling in here, adding a little there, altering this a bit and that a bit, but steadily building - steadily building.

We haven’t heard from Dr. John for a while, I wonder what that old tit licker is up to these days. Busy passing around a collection plate I suppose. Gotta go, be peaceful everyone.

An extra post

On most Wednesday’s about four in the afternoon I go over to Rick’s custom upholstery shop for a couple of beers and some bullshit.

He is currently working on a 56 Pontiac that he has already done the top and seats on, next are the door panels. The VW bug just came in today, it’s being restored by a man here that specializes in them but he has Rick do the interiors. Rick also has a 56 Packard in the shop that he is doing a complete interior on.

Rick’s shop is one cool place to hang out if you like old cars. In a few months there will be an old Hupmobile showing up. This man doesn’t even advertise, it’s all word of mouth.

I can’t even sew a straight line yet this drunken friend of mine did the interior in the car that is currently taking all the top honors in the prestigious national car shows for best custom interior, go figure. I’ll post pictures of it at another time.

Happiness is

Hammer tagged me to talk about childhood toys. Boy, I can’t help him much, I just never had much in the line of toys as a child. My parents both worked and had money, but my parents were for my parents, us kids were poor. I just don’t recall much in toys from my childhood, and certainly no collections. Well, there was my booger collection, but I kept it at Sewmouse’s house under every ledge I could find. LOL.

I tried to get my sister Bev interested in a booger collection but she preferred to eat hers, yuck. Umm, does shit on the end of a stick chasing my sister’s count as a toy?

I recall an occasional metal truck to play with, and a old train set that someone had given us, but those things didn’t last long with the fuck head brother I had.

My teen years were spent with a fishing pole, an old blanket and a pillowcase to pack a few things in as I wandered around in the mountains. I did have some sort of bike most of the time, and a dog. That was about it.

It’s okay, I don’t care, I got over my childhood, now I have kites, a radio controlled boat, a radio controlled airplane that I’m very good at crashing. And soon, a nice camper retreat. Oh, and a number of fishing poles that people have given me, but I only use one of them, it works great for flying the kite.

Terry stopped by yesterday, I haven’t seen him for some time. He keeps inviting me out for a free meal but I just never get out that way. I worked with him a lot for about three years, doing repairs, new construction, remodeling, things like that. For a while I opened the café and cooked the breakfast shift also. I showed him the rig I ‘invented’ to spray the foam in spray cans onto surfaces, he thought it was very cool and that I should patent it. Na, getting a patent is a pain in the butt, been there, done that, and I don’t care to make money off of something like that. Anyone that wants to know how to do it, I’m happy to tell them how. It was nice to see him, I really do need to get out that way someday, they serve damn good food out there
Granny's Cafe

Dan called me a moron, I called him a moron right back, he, he, he. He gives folks way to much credit for being so special and never having issues. I guess he thinks that he and all his readers are perfect but all they do on his blog is go blah, blah, blah until he gets 200 comments to brag about, big whoop. Hell, I wish I was perfect, but I know that I’m flawed.

Happiness is a camp/travel trailer. Okay, something like that is a retreat to me. And it’s going to be nice to have a highly mobile one so that I can get away to quite places.

The heavy roofing that I mentioned Rick bring to me the other day is actually some type of PVC material, like the tarps that truckers use, only much heavier. It must have cost a lot of money, I’m thankful to have been given it. It’s ten feet wide and twenty-three feet long, I put it over the camper with the black side up so that the sun warms it up faster. That should allow me to work on parts of it more, right now there is a lot of frost or condensation in it every morning. I had it rolled out in the driveway to warm up when Terry was here and he offered to help me put it over the trailer but I didn’t want to do it right then. He wasn’t sure I could do it by myself but he’s seen me figure out how to do lots of things by myself so he didn’t push it.

It wasn’t hard I clamped a pair of vicegrips to one end and attached a rope to them, tossed it over the camper and went to the other end and pulled it over. I have another friend that is very good at figuring out how to do things alone also, hell, we could figure out how to build pyramids. Well, at least I’ve built homes alone.

Yesterday I worked on chopping on the last load of firewood (picture) that Helen got. Actually, I work on it a little most days. I’m chopping up the rolls on the right and stacking it on the left. The roll I have done so far will last her about a month, depending on the weather. I try to keep two months worth of chopped wood on hand for her. On the far right, out of the picture is a roll and a half that is the current stock being used. It’s good exercise and helps keep me in shape.

A bit about Helen. Aside from being the most pleasant and cheerful woman I’ve ever known, she does have her quirks. I really want to paint her kitchen, it really needs it. But every time I bring it up she starts steaming so I drop it. She has never smoked or drank, or driven a car, and swears very little although she loves the art of swearing and doesn’t care that I do. Once in a while when she is with me and I’m swearing at what a stupid monkey driver is doing she might say something like, “Yeah……. Motherfucker”, and then she giggles. And she loves risque jokes, good people she is.

And I think that she likes a little shock value once in a while also. We were at a bar one night, I was singing karaoke, and she went over to another table to talk too the folks there, picture a little old lady saying as innocently as a three year old, “I like to fuck.” Boy, that gets everyone’s attention. LOL

Anyway, it’s laundry day again here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. Have a good day everyone, be peaceful and un-needy. BBC

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Hey, make up your own fucking subject line.

I mostly goofed off yesterday, what did you do? Work for the business monkeys? He, he, he. It wasn’t a good day for working on the camper, I need a shop to work on it in this time of year. But it’s only January, it will get done in due time.

Jamie said something about my blog. “One thing about a blog with a lot of different subjects. It's like a cluttered desk. A cluttered desk may indicate a cluttered mind, but think what an empty desk says.”

Quote of the Day …."Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?" -James Thurber

Life is what we make it. We are what we choose to be. No use blaming the other guy for our mistakes. We made them. Through mistakes we learn.

Feed your faith and your fears will starve to death.

I've learned that at no time should I presume anyone else will think the way I do. And there is the whole rub, you monkeys think you know how to think.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings could not play at.

Virtue is often the result of insufficient temptation. Ah, but if you want to shut me up drop by and stick a boob in my mouth. Here is your temptation. He, he, he.

On Scott’s blog he spoke of his mild superpowers, do you have any?
Two that I can think of quickly.
1: Driving women crazy because they deserve it.
2: Bending bullshit.

I will also add that I’m a pretty good bullshit filter.

You monkeys just don’t get this ‘ALL’ part do you? I am the ALL, this is all mine, and most of the rest of you are just screwing it up. Ah hell, I know what you want, you want humor, so here is some frigging humor, read it and then get the hell off of my blog.

"Will I be the first to do this to you ?" whispered the man after his bride-to-be finally consented to sex. "What a silly question," giggled the girl. "I don't even know what position you want to use yet."

Hollywood Squares
Q. It is considered in bad taste to discuss two subjects at nudist camps. One is politics, what is the other?
A. Paul Lynde: Tape measures.

Q. During a tornado, are you safer in the bedroom or in the closet?
A. Rose Marie: Unfortunately Peter, I'm always safe in the bedroom.

Q. Can boys join the Camp Fire Girls?
A. Marty Allen: Only after lights out.

Q. When you pat a dog on its head he will wag his tail. What will a goose do?
A. Paul Lynde: Make him bark?

Q. If you were pregnant for two years, what would you give birth to?
A. Paul Lynde: Whatever it is, it would never be afraid of the dark.

Q. According to Ann Landers, is there anything wrong with getting into the habit of kissing a lot of people?
A. Charley Weaver: It got me out of the army.

Q. It is the most abused and neglected part of your body, what is it?
A. Paul Lynde: Mine may be abused, but it certainly isn't neglected.

Q. Who stays pregnant for a longer period of time, your wife or your elephant?
A. Paul Lynde: Who told you about my elephant?

Q. When a couple have a baby, who is responsible for its sex?
A. Charley Weaver: I'll lend him the car, the rest is up to him.

Q. Jackie Gleason recently revealed that he firmly believes in them and has actually seen them on at least two occasions. What are they?
A. Charley Weaver: His feet.

Q. According to Ann Landers, what are two things you should never do in bed?
A. Paul Lynde: Point and laugh.

Wait a minute, I’m not fucking done talking. I looked at a ladies blog yesterday and she was whining about her living with her piece of crap drunken daughter and what a pain in the butt it is. So I get to thinking, why would anyone do that? I’ve never stayed in any situation I didn’t like if I couldn’t correct it. I think that she should tell her daughter to stop being a piece of crap and shape up because she needs to hear it.

And she should move into her own place, she is a senior citizen and there are plenty of affordable senior housing programs where they and get into nice living quarters. If she is somewhere that she doesn’t like it’s because she isn’t doing anything about it. And if she feels like whining she should go look in a mirror and whine to the person looking back at her. Maybe she can figure out that her problem is right there looking at her. It appears to me that the answer to some of her happiness is just a relocation. I would never live with a problem drunken daughter, son, wife, or anyone else. Maybe with a happy friendly drunk, but never a problem irresponsible one that gets DUI’s and hasn’t got a drivers license, auto insurance, etc, etc. Those people have issues and think they should have complete freedom to do as they wish. They believe in complete freewill.

When I first moved to this town I was really stupid about certain kinds of people. That is, having a deep understanding of how they actually tick. I met a lady that while she was a very good con, a convincing talker, she was still a piece of crap. I figured I could help her change that, that is how stupid I was at the time. I’ve talked about this before, I spent thousands getting her out of a bunch of trouble because she convinced me that she really didn’t want to hang out in bars all the time, she just did so because she didn’t have anyone to do other things with.

Yeah, right, the day I got all her problems fixed she copped an attitude on me and then went and got in a lot of trouble again. I was new in town, I had never known these type of women, she had been a bar fly for years and she still is. I won’t even say hi when I see her, she is a piece of shit that just thinks she is wonderful. I sure did learn a lot from her though. And I can’t say that it was the drinking that made her fucked up. I’ve met women that drink very little that are also fucked up in how they think things like their presumed freewill and independence. They make lousy partners because they are not team players.

Like my friends wife, his pet drunk I call her. He often works seven days a week and she doesn’t. But she won’t clean the house, do the laundry, cook decent meals, blah, blah, blah, and heads for the bar every night at about five, without him. She just sits on a barstool and cons people into thinking that she is a wonderful person, and they seem to believe it. But I know better because I know them well. And the relationship isn’t even about a sexual attraction because they seldom do that. I would have booted her butt out a long time ago. He talks about it but I don’t think he ever will. He knows it’s wrong, he doesn’t mind that I call her his pet drunk, he understands the truth even if he won’t do anything about it.

Remember, friendship is like peeing your pants.......everyone can see it, but only you can feel it's true warmth!

Anyway, did you read this before or after working for the business monkeys? He, he, he. Know what’s interesting? The more I blabber and rant, the more hits my site gets. Boy, you are really sick people. LOL

I'm a fucking idiot

I feel like ranting today, first I will rant about me.

Yup, I have to buy more airtime for a frigging cell phone that I never use. But if I don’t add some more time I lose the minutes I have accumulated. Someone should just smack me in the fucking head with a hammer and put me out of my stupidity. I think that someday, when I need some joy very badly I will just take a hatchet to it and see how many pieces I can convert it into. Yup, I think that would make me feel very happy. Freedom of the mind and being free of bullshit is a good thing. While I’m at it I think I’ll also buy some new undies to customize with racing stripes. *snorts*…. I still think that I’m a special idiot though.

It was a beautiful day yesterday. I worked on the camper some in the morning, discovered some wood rot in the floor system so decided to just take it out and fix it right rather than let it go even though it would likely have lasted as long as I own and use the trailer. I took it out, I haven’t put it back together yet. Being such a beautiful day I decided to go to the spit and goof off and fly my kite some. Helen went with me and I stopped and bought a couple of subs for a sort of picnic.

I went over to Helen’s last evening and we listened to the old time music they have on Sunday’s while we played a dice game and The Restless Wind came on, boy, I haven’t heard that song for years. My version.

With an ugly crack in a railroad shack I spent my younger days. And I guess the sound of the outward bound made me a slave to my wandering ways. He, he, he.

So I posted about how unhappy I was with women yesterday, and then went to visit Hammers blog to see what he had posted and he had posted about screwed up women. Once again he and I and the cosmos aligned. Interesting. But don’t ask me how it works. To the last six women I’ve tried relationships with (and a reminder to the guys on this planet), God put us together for a reason. To show me what kind of women I don’t want because you won’t change how you think about things. Being as life is about lessons I’ve finely learned that one and I’m not going to revisit it again.

I need to go to a good live stage performance, they always cheer me up. But the playhouse is between performances right now. Sigh.

Sewmouse thinks I rant too much about not wanting a woman, I agree, not the women I’ve been meeting anyway, but I need to get it out of my system until I’m too the point where, I’m fully done with them. Anyone that’s been as screwed over as I have for the last nine years has earned the right to rant. Stay away from the women I say, they just don’t get it. And if you are a woman reading this, maybe it’s not YOU that I’m talking about. That is something you have to decide I guess.

So I guess the Miss America Pageant is in full swing. Big deal, I wouldn’t walk across the street to watch it. Or bother to watch it on TV. Helen won’t watch it either, she says they don’t show enough of their tits. Don’t worry, Helen isn’t gay, she’s just kinky. She is always pointing out sexy looking women to me because I’m not paying much attention to that, my mind is often a million miles away fussing about wars and thirty thousand people dying of starvation everyday, things like that. Yeah, Helen, whatever, you look at them. No matter how good they look some man somewhere is tired of her shit.

Bah, I’m fucking crazy, everyone that follows this blog is fucking crazy. He, he, he. Our fucking ancestors made the fucking Gods fucking crazy. And the ugly part of it is that the monkeys that rule us are even more fucking crazy than we are. Gaaaaaa !!! Great movie though, “The Gods Must Be Crazy” isn’t it? Or “The Gods Are Crazy” or something like that.

Hey, where ya going? What is the water like there? Will it give ya the shits? Are you a hiker? Heck, I think everyone should have a few of these straws, but the website doesn’t show them as being available for individual sales.
Life Straw

Martha Steward for preznut, why not, one cunt is as good as the next. The only woman I would like to see as president is my neighbor Helen because those other women don’t make a pimple on her butt.

Rambling thoughts of a retiree:
I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.
I had amnesia once -- or was it twice?
I went to San Francisco . I found someone's heart. Now what?
Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic.
All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.
If the world was a logical place, men would be the ones who ride horses sidesaddle.
What is a "free" gift? Aren't all gifts free?
They told me I was gullible and I believed them.
Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when
he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto the freeway.
Experience is the thing you have left when everything else is gone.
I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not sure.
The cost of living hasn't affected its popularity.
How can there be self-help "groups"?
Is it my imagination, or do buffalo wings taste like chicken? ( Buffalo have wings???)
One nice thing about egotists: they don't talk about other people.
Wait, I do, but I don’t let it take away from my own self-importance.
He, he, he ……..

Sunday already?

I got quite a bit done on the camp trailer the last few days. The holes where the furnace and toilet were are filled. The second layer of flooring someone had installed has been removed. All of the paneling and ribs have been removed along with the windows, access doors and frames in that section. And I’ve been doing prep work, like on the wood stringers at the roof line that I’m not removing. Soon I will start making the window frames and supports. Such as they are because it’s not like making a home where you use 2X4’s or 2X6’s. I’ll have lots of windows in the back half where the seating and table will be. It will be nice to have good views when I’m out on day trips and camping.

Rick brought me a roll of heavy rubber type roofing material yesterday. Black on one side and white on the other, I can make good use of it somewhere.

Ha, ha, ha. Check out today’s Chickweed Lane comic.
Chickweed

And Andy Capp is cute today also.
Andy

KNOW YOUR STATE MOTTO

Alabama
Hell yes, we have electricity.

Alaska
11,623 Eskimos can't be wrong!

Arizona
Yes, but it's a dry heat.

Arkansas
Lituracy ain't everythang.

California
By 30, our women have more plastic than your Honda.

Colorado
If you don't ski, don't bother.

Connecticut
Like Massachusetts, only smaller.

Delaware
We really do like the chemicals in our water.

Florida
Ask us about our grandkids and our voting skills.

Georgia
We put the fun in fundamentalist extremism.

Hawaii
Haka Tiki Mou Sha'ami Leeki Toru
(Death to mainland scum, leave your money)

Idaho
More than just potatoes...Well, okay, we're not, but the potatoes sure are real good.

Illinois
Please, don't pronounce the "s."

Indiana
2 billion years tidal wave free.

Iowa
We do amazing things with corn.

Kansas
First of the rectangle states.

Kentucky
Five million people; fifteen last names.

Louisiana
We're not all drunk Cajun wackos, but that's our tourism campaign.

Maine
We're really cold, but we have cheap lobster.

Maryland
If you can dream it, we can tax it.

Massachusetts
Our taxes are lower than Sweden's and our senators are more corrupt!

Michigan
First line of defense from the Canadians.

Minnesota
10,000 lakes... and 10 zillion mosquitoes.

Mississippi
Come visit and feel better about your own state.

Missouri
Your federal flood relief tax dollars at work.

Montana
Land Of The Big Sky, The Unabomber, Right-wing Crazies, and Honest Elections!

Nebraska
Ask about our state motto contest.

Nevada
Hookers and Poker!

New Hampshire
Go away and leave us alone

New Jersey
You want a ##$%##! Motto? I got yer ##$%##! Motto right here!

New Mexico
Lizards make excellent pets.

New York
You have the right to remain silent, You have the right to an attorney...
And no right to self defense!

North Carolina
Tobacco is a vegetable.

North Dakota
We really are one of the 50 states!

Ohio
At least we're not Michigan.

Oklahoma
Like the play, but no singing.

Oregon
Spotted owl... It's what's for dinner.

Pennsylvania
Cook with coal.

Rhode Island
We're not really an island.

South Carolina
Remember the Civil War? Well, we didn't actually surrender yet.

South Dakota
Closer than North Dakota.

Tennessee
Home of the Al Gore Invention Museum.

Texas
Se hable Ingles.

Utah
Our Jesus is better than your Jesus.

Vermont
Too liberal for the Kennedy's.

Virginia
Who says government stiffs and slackjaw yokels don't mix?

Washington
Our Governor can out-fraud your Governor!

West Virginia
One big happy family...really!

Wisconsin
Come Cut the Cheese!

Wyoming
Where men are men... and the sheep are scared. Home of Brokeback Mountain.

The District of Columbia
The work-free drug place!

Bad Week ??

Yea !! Pussy Friday !!

So what did you eat yesterday?
Breakfast: Cinnamon roll. Cuz life is uncertain, eat dessert first.
Lunch: A pint of fresh oysters cooked in butter.
Dinner: Huh? And spoil my beautiful figure?

Caution, Adult content (boobs) was posted on my other blog this morning. I’m warning you of that because I know that none of you will want to go look at it. BBC

Dear Mother

Just a few lines to let you know that I received your email and interesting web cam picture. Pleased to know that you are learning the Internet. Has it been six months already? It’s been so pleasant without you here.

I also got an email from the Lazy Acres care facility. They have rules there, that is why you can’t have your fifth of booze and chain smoke cigarettes everyday, and they really don’t approve of you flashing your dried up tits at all the men. And your constant bitching about everything. Nor does the help appreciate always being given the finger and being told to “Fuck off”.

I’m sorry that you don’t like their rules, but you didn’t like ours either and that is why you are there, let them deal with you.

Oh, and please stop bitching about my girlfriend being an ex hooker. I respectfully remind you that you spent your life being a whoring slut giving it away for free.

They have offered us money to take you back but please try to adjust and enjoy your new home, because you are not coming back here, bitch.

Your loving son, Billy