Following are two items that I put in a news letter I put out once a week when I lived in Utah and owned a parts house in a small town.
Lady
2-22-91 A LADY SHE AIN'T
In fact, she ain't nothing but a hound dog. Now I like dogs, but I'm not much into ownership. They irritate my cats. And if you live in town they usually irritate some of the neighbors. But Marie decided she wanted a pup. I suspect she decided she would never be able to control me and a woman needs something to boss around. It's the mother instinct. She decided on a mixed hound puppy. Eight weeks old and cute as a button.
We named her Lady. Ha !! This dog has a little nuclear reactor in it. Takes her about three tenths of one second to get from end of the house to the other and back again. I wouldn't say she's gay, but she especially likes pretty women. So if you come in the store carry a stick or kiss your hosiery goodbye. You can get her to sit for a goodie but this dog is going to fail obedience class. She constantly jumps up on you, bites you, wanders away on walks and generally disobeys you. Now to me she's just being a pup but it really frustrates Marie. I can't help but love something that likes junk food, beer, cigarettes, pretty women, lounging on the couch with me, and of course, running Marie up the wall. Yup !! A lady she ain't. But she's a gal after my own heart.
7-5-91
A CLASS ACT
I didn't want to be involved in dog ownership and I told Marie so when she started talking about getting a pup. But she brought home a hound pup, cute little bugger. I couldn't help but to become attached to her. As she developed I became even more so. She was easy to housebreak but one thing that amazed me was that she wouldn't even go in her pen outside. Always waited till one of us arrived to let her out. Cleanest dog I've ever seen.
But she was a pain in the butt. Always climbing up on my lap. Jumping on me, licking the top of my beer can. Chewing me out when I got home and plopped down on the couch to rest when she wanted to play or go run. Jumping on customers at the store till I decided she couldn't come here anymore. That meant penning her up and I hated doing that, seemed like putting her in jail. I took her wherever I could. Even let her ride in the car and spread hair all over. Sitting there on the front seat holding her head like she did she looked....well regal.
A good looking dog with good lines. Bred and built to run, and with a spirit to match. And my god that dog could run. Each one mile walk to me was a ten mile run to her, criss-crossing in front of me, that nose going ninety miles an hour. Then disappearing and me wondering where the heck she was and five minutes later her barreling in from a completely unexpected direction, tearing by me like she knew exactly where I was all the time. Sometimes she didn't know if her name was Lady or Honey as I called her both.
Last Sunday I decided that we would go to Price to watch the entrances in the Great American Auto Race come through. I wanted to take Lady but Marie didn't think it was a good idea so we penned her up and headed out. After seeing the cars at Price I decided to drive on to Green River just to look around. It was late by the time we returned home. I felt bad about penning Lady up all day so asked Marie if we could take her for a walk, so off we went. When we got to the county road I wasn't concerned about cars as she always seemed careful around ours. We followed the road for a ways and I mentioned to Marie that I wish I could run like that. Lady didn't stay on the road much. She caught a scent and stood up on her hind legs and spun around. Beautiful and graceful she was and I admired her. Like a butterfly floating along pirouetting. She jumped a rabbit and that kept her busy for a bit. Marie mentioned that on her upcoming birthday we should weigh her again.
We turned off the road into the cedars along the banks overlooking the Strawberry River. Four or Five hundred feet down and dangerously steep. We trapped ourselves and had to backtrack. I kept calling Lady back, she would get to close to the edge. Went by the oil well location and stopped to speak to a neighbor we seldom see. He had just returned from Oregon and was preparing for a trip to the old country. We headed home and had to cross the county road again. Lady crossed first, a truck came down the road, waved at us. Don't think he knew what had hit his truck, but it was Lady running fast. On the scent of a rabbit or just trying to get back to us? She yelped and tumbled to our side of the road, I knew she was hit hard. I held her in my arms for a few minutes saying I was sorry. Marie stayed with her while I walked up to the house for the car. She died before I returned.
O' but for the recklessness of youth, great adventures abounded. Yes, on my birthday. 6-30-91 putting her in her grave was hard, I cried then and for much of the night. Yes, Lady was in ways a pain in the butt but she was a class act and I'll miss her. Your a free spirit now Lady. Run honey, run.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Lucky Me
A man is at the dentist's for a check-up. As the dentist leans over, he asks, "So I see you had oral sex this morning?"
"How did you know?" asks the man, embarrassed but also amazed at his dentist's perception. "Was it the smell on my breath?"
"No," says the dentist.
"Well, did you see a pubic hair caught in my teeth?" asks the man.
"No," says the dentist.
"Well, what then? How did you know?" asks the man, losing patience.
The dentist says, "There's a little bit of shit on the end of your nose."
Lucky me
When we went to the drag races in Forks Sunday we went in Rick’s Mercedes, don’t be impressed, it is a cheap and older 86 model, he got it for twenty-five hundred bucks. We are thinking of putting some kind of a V-6 in it. But I did drive it there and back and I did like how it rode and drove.
So I left my pickup at home, with the windows rolled up all the way. It was such a nice sunny day that it got pretty warm in it. When I buy a carton of cigarettes they give me a free lighter, I don’t use them, just put them in the glove box or the ashtray with the quarters that I keep there and give them to others if they need one.
So it got warm enough in there that one of them built up too much pressure and blew up. Blew a couple of other lighters and some quarters out of the tray. Good thing there wasn’t a spark at the same time, it might have made it very interesting for a while, my pickup might have been a crispy critter by the time someone noticed it and got the fire department there.
To Invent
To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk. - Thomas A. Edison
That’s me, I have a good imagination and a pile of junk, and a forty-year collection of tools and equipment. I’ve done some inventing in the past, but never seem to find to do it since moving here. Well, I did make a really cool 35 speed three wheel recumbent bike a few years back, but that is all. I’ve made a few little things to improve my life, or allow me to live cheaper, but I would like to get back to working on some of my alternate power designs and ideas.
An inventor is simply a fellow who doesn't take his education too seriously. - Charles F. Kettering
This is true, I’ve never taken my formal education to seriously, even though some of it has been pretty useful to me. But the most important education I get is what I get daily through experiences and observations.
The desire to take medicine is perhaps the greatest feature which distinguishes man from animals. - Sir William Osler
William should have said that the evolving God is interesting in making medicines in order to improve that which is part of him/her seeing as the original design is flawed in ways.
"How did you know?" asks the man, embarrassed but also amazed at his dentist's perception. "Was it the smell on my breath?"
"No," says the dentist.
"Well, did you see a pubic hair caught in my teeth?" asks the man.
"No," says the dentist.
"Well, what then? How did you know?" asks the man, losing patience.
The dentist says, "There's a little bit of shit on the end of your nose."
Lucky me
When we went to the drag races in Forks Sunday we went in Rick’s Mercedes, don’t be impressed, it is a cheap and older 86 model, he got it for twenty-five hundred bucks. We are thinking of putting some kind of a V-6 in it. But I did drive it there and back and I did like how it rode and drove.
So I left my pickup at home, with the windows rolled up all the way. It was such a nice sunny day that it got pretty warm in it. When I buy a carton of cigarettes they give me a free lighter, I don’t use them, just put them in the glove box or the ashtray with the quarters that I keep there and give them to others if they need one.
So it got warm enough in there that one of them built up too much pressure and blew up. Blew a couple of other lighters and some quarters out of the tray. Good thing there wasn’t a spark at the same time, it might have made it very interesting for a while, my pickup might have been a crispy critter by the time someone noticed it and got the fire department there.
To Invent
To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk. - Thomas A. Edison
That’s me, I have a good imagination and a pile of junk, and a forty-year collection of tools and equipment. I’ve done some inventing in the past, but never seem to find to do it since moving here. Well, I did make a really cool 35 speed three wheel recumbent bike a few years back, but that is all. I’ve made a few little things to improve my life, or allow me to live cheaper, but I would like to get back to working on some of my alternate power designs and ideas.
An inventor is simply a fellow who doesn't take his education too seriously. - Charles F. Kettering
This is true, I’ve never taken my formal education to seriously, even though some of it has been pretty useful to me. But the most important education I get is what I get daily through experiences and observations.
The desire to take medicine is perhaps the greatest feature which distinguishes man from animals. - Sir William Osler
William should have said that the evolving God is interesting in making medicines in order to improve that which is part of him/her seeing as the original design is flawed in ways.
Monday, August 14, 2006
It's Monday
Stupid bumper sticker: What’s our oil doing under their soil?
Interesting bumper sticker: If you’re going to be riding my ass, you had better be pulling my hair.
A man I know sent me a story that he thought should be important to me. But it’s really just one of his little clouds of Buddhist bullshit. First the story, then my reply back to him.
Bill, I ran across this cute story this a.m.:
"A self-important gnat, having raised his family for some years in the ear of an elephant, finally decided to move. Shouting at the top of his tiny lungs, he informed the elephant of what was to him a momentous decision. The elephant, having up to now no knowledge of the gnat's existence, made no reply, not wishing to hurt the feelings of his small and insignificant visitor."
My reply:
The gnat can always move on to where it is recognized and acknowledged and loved, because that is all it wants in the first place. And the elephant can stay lonely because of the lost of what could have been a friend because it thought it was more important than the gnat.... :-) I've learned that, move on, and I've acquired a lot of friends now, more than I have time to visit. BBC
I’m not going too allow a man that walks around everywhere with a black cloud over his head and few friends rain on my parade with his dark Buddhist bullshit.
I had a wonderful week-end, the best week-end I’ve had in some time. Performing the marriage for Bryan and Karma on Saturday and sharing love with others put me in a great frame of mind. Then I spent an hour or so with Char and Rod, he is so funny and we really enjoy being around each other, too bad that he is working out of town all week and we only see each other on week-ends. But maybe that is enough, too much of a good thing may become an old thing.
Yesterday I went to the drags in Forks with Rick and Sharon, it was relaxing and interesting even though I’m not really a drags fan, being an old circle tracker racer. What bothers me about any racing these days is all the pollution.
Here is an interesting news item, and I mostly agree with it. It sure met a lot to the disabled and troubled couple I married on Saturday.
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Lonely? Feeling low? Try taking a walk -- down the aisle. Getting married enhances mental health, especially if you're depressed, according to a new U.S. study.
The benefits of marriage for the depressed are particularly dramatic, a finding that surprised the professor-student team behind the study.
"We actually found the opposite of what we expected," said Adrianne Frech, a PhD sociology student at Ohio State University who conducted the study with Kristi Williams, an assistant professor of sociology.
They expected to find that one spouse's depression weighed too much on the marriage, but "just mattering to someone else can help alleviate symptoms of depression," Frech said.
Frech will present their findings at the American Sociological Association's annual meeting in Montreal on Sunday.
The researchers used a 3,066 person sample that measured symptoms of depression -- such as an inability to sleep, or persistent sadness -- in the same people both before and after their first marriage.
They found that depressed people experienced a much more extreme decrease in the incidence of those symptoms.
"Depressed people may be just especially in need of the intimacy, the emotional closeness and the social support that marriage can provide ... if you start out happy, you don't have as far to go," Williams said.
On the other hand, if you're not depressed, marriage could have the opposite effect, Frech said.
People who were happy before getting married and end up in a marriage plagued by distance or conflict -- qualities associated with a depressed spouse -- might be better off single.
"It seems right to say that people who are not depressed are at risk, that if they marry a depressed person this could be a bad deal for them," Frech said.
While that was interesting, and while I do get depressed at times because of many of the stupid things on this planet, and the fact that I haven’t found the right woman, it doesn’t mean that I’m depressed all the time. The right woman would of course put me in a better frame of mind but these gals that are in the Insane Chicks Society just are not going to be able to help me with that.
Have a good day everyone. BBC
Interesting bumper sticker: If you’re going to be riding my ass, you had better be pulling my hair.
A man I know sent me a story that he thought should be important to me. But it’s really just one of his little clouds of Buddhist bullshit. First the story, then my reply back to him.
Bill, I ran across this cute story this a.m.:
"A self-important gnat, having raised his family for some years in the ear of an elephant, finally decided to move. Shouting at the top of his tiny lungs, he informed the elephant of what was to him a momentous decision. The elephant, having up to now no knowledge of the gnat's existence, made no reply, not wishing to hurt the feelings of his small and insignificant visitor."
My reply:
The gnat can always move on to where it is recognized and acknowledged and loved, because that is all it wants in the first place. And the elephant can stay lonely because of the lost of what could have been a friend because it thought it was more important than the gnat.... :-) I've learned that, move on, and I've acquired a lot of friends now, more than I have time to visit. BBC
I’m not going too allow a man that walks around everywhere with a black cloud over his head and few friends rain on my parade with his dark Buddhist bullshit.
I had a wonderful week-end, the best week-end I’ve had in some time. Performing the marriage for Bryan and Karma on Saturday and sharing love with others put me in a great frame of mind. Then I spent an hour or so with Char and Rod, he is so funny and we really enjoy being around each other, too bad that he is working out of town all week and we only see each other on week-ends. But maybe that is enough, too much of a good thing may become an old thing.
Yesterday I went to the drags in Forks with Rick and Sharon, it was relaxing and interesting even though I’m not really a drags fan, being an old circle tracker racer. What bothers me about any racing these days is all the pollution.
Here is an interesting news item, and I mostly agree with it. It sure met a lot to the disabled and troubled couple I married on Saturday.
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Lonely? Feeling low? Try taking a walk -- down the aisle. Getting married enhances mental health, especially if you're depressed, according to a new U.S. study.
The benefits of marriage for the depressed are particularly dramatic, a finding that surprised the professor-student team behind the study.
"We actually found the opposite of what we expected," said Adrianne Frech, a PhD sociology student at Ohio State University who conducted the study with Kristi Williams, an assistant professor of sociology.
They expected to find that one spouse's depression weighed too much on the marriage, but "just mattering to someone else can help alleviate symptoms of depression," Frech said.
Frech will present their findings at the American Sociological Association's annual meeting in Montreal on Sunday.
The researchers used a 3,066 person sample that measured symptoms of depression -- such as an inability to sleep, or persistent sadness -- in the same people both before and after their first marriage.
They found that depressed people experienced a much more extreme decrease in the incidence of those symptoms.
"Depressed people may be just especially in need of the intimacy, the emotional closeness and the social support that marriage can provide ... if you start out happy, you don't have as far to go," Williams said.
On the other hand, if you're not depressed, marriage could have the opposite effect, Frech said.
People who were happy before getting married and end up in a marriage plagued by distance or conflict -- qualities associated with a depressed spouse -- might be better off single.
"It seems right to say that people who are not depressed are at risk, that if they marry a depressed person this could be a bad deal for them," Frech said.
While that was interesting, and while I do get depressed at times because of many of the stupid things on this planet, and the fact that I haven’t found the right woman, it doesn’t mean that I’m depressed all the time. The right woman would of course put me in a better frame of mind but these gals that are in the Insane Chicks Society just are not going to be able to help me with that.
Have a good day everyone. BBC
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Tied In Knots
I haven’t heard from the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society for a while now. Good, it’s better for my mental health. Telling her that I loved her just freaked her out. She didn’t understand my statement that I loved her before I met her, that I could always love her more, but that I would never love her less, than a one.
She was at the peace rally yesterday, and did come over by where I was, as if she was going to talk to me. I was away from most of the others so that my sign of Honk For Peace would be more easily seen. But I was busy talking to another lady and she soon wandered away.
The Journey Of Release: Tied In Knots
When we become overwhelmed and things are not going as planned, it is natural to hold tighter to our goals and try to force things to go our way. In the process, we tie ourselves in knots, tensing our shoulders, jaws, and muscles throughout our bodies. Our mind tells us that this is how to get a firmer grip on a situation that feels out of control, but as we create knots in our bodies we are blocking the flow of our energy, exhausting ourselves by exerting more effort yet accomplishing less. At these times, though it may seem counterintuitive, our higher selves know it's better to let go.
This may not be quite as easy as it sounds. After the relief of our first decision to release, if we allow questions about how to get everything done to start again, the knots will be back before we know it. So we need to be aware that this is a process to breathe through. First, we need to let go of our idea of what the perfect outcome should be, and allow that the intelligence that drives the universe knows better than we do how everything fits together for the highest good. Then we might have to release our imagined consequences and realize that, in most cases, the worst that could happen really isn't that bad. We may need to remember how to relax, first by taking deep breaths, then by meditating, and then perhaps seeking help from a loved one, massage therapist, or energy healer to clear the underlying knots.
We can ease our mental stress by prioritizing what we truly want to accomplish, and then delegating the rest to someone who has more enthusiasm for those things. When we relax and let life's energy flow through our minds, bodies, spirits, and lives, we will find that we can accomplish more with less effort and feel good doing it. We don't have to tie ourselves in knots. Instead, we can let the ribbons of our energy unfurl to gracefully direct us through life's abundant flow.
I let it go with her, and feel better because of it. She is into that control stuff but I’m not. BBC
PAINTING - The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic.
REAR - In American military matters, that exposed part of the army that is nearest to Congress.
Thought: Don't talk unless you can improve the silence. Hum, well I have opinions and I think that others are entitled to them. I’m not saying I’m always right, just always thinking differently than others. And like I always say "If you can’t change your mind, are you sure you still have one?"
I had a wonderful day yesterday, weddings are always fun to do. Today I’m going to the drag races in Forks. I gotta run and check another blogs and see what Badtux & ol’ three boobs are up to. And of course Scott, who appears to be afraid of his wife’s big hands. LOL. Have a good day all. BBC
She was at the peace rally yesterday, and did come over by where I was, as if she was going to talk to me. I was away from most of the others so that my sign of Honk For Peace would be more easily seen. But I was busy talking to another lady and she soon wandered away.
The Journey Of Release: Tied In Knots
When we become overwhelmed and things are not going as planned, it is natural to hold tighter to our goals and try to force things to go our way. In the process, we tie ourselves in knots, tensing our shoulders, jaws, and muscles throughout our bodies. Our mind tells us that this is how to get a firmer grip on a situation that feels out of control, but as we create knots in our bodies we are blocking the flow of our energy, exhausting ourselves by exerting more effort yet accomplishing less. At these times, though it may seem counterintuitive, our higher selves know it's better to let go.
This may not be quite as easy as it sounds. After the relief of our first decision to release, if we allow questions about how to get everything done to start again, the knots will be back before we know it. So we need to be aware that this is a process to breathe through. First, we need to let go of our idea of what the perfect outcome should be, and allow that the intelligence that drives the universe knows better than we do how everything fits together for the highest good. Then we might have to release our imagined consequences and realize that, in most cases, the worst that could happen really isn't that bad. We may need to remember how to relax, first by taking deep breaths, then by meditating, and then perhaps seeking help from a loved one, massage therapist, or energy healer to clear the underlying knots.
We can ease our mental stress by prioritizing what we truly want to accomplish, and then delegating the rest to someone who has more enthusiasm for those things. When we relax and let life's energy flow through our minds, bodies, spirits, and lives, we will find that we can accomplish more with less effort and feel good doing it. We don't have to tie ourselves in knots. Instead, we can let the ribbons of our energy unfurl to gracefully direct us through life's abundant flow.
I let it go with her, and feel better because of it. She is into that control stuff but I’m not. BBC
PAINTING - The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather and exposing them to the critic.
REAR - In American military matters, that exposed part of the army that is nearest to Congress.
Thought: Don't talk unless you can improve the silence. Hum, well I have opinions and I think that others are entitled to them. I’m not saying I’m always right, just always thinking differently than others. And like I always say "If you can’t change your mind, are you sure you still have one?"
I had a wonderful day yesterday, weddings are always fun to do. Today I’m going to the drag races in Forks. I gotta run and check another blogs and see what Badtux & ol’ three boobs are up to. And of course Scott, who appears to be afraid of his wife’s big hands. LOL. Have a good day all. BBC
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Wedding day
This is going to be a wonderful day. Because I’m performing a wedding today. It’s one of the most enjoyable things I do on this planet. Yep, it’s going to be a fun day. Yahoo !!
Just be yourself
I have a sign on my wall right by the door, it says. "Just be yourself". If others can't handle it I can't help that. All my best friends are as weird as I am and we have a lot of fun.
Church camp
Years ago, my Christian wife, the one with three brain cells and one occasionally getting stuck to the side of her skull wall, decided to send the kids to church camp. My son learned a neat song there.
My peters got a skeeter on it, whack it off.
My peters got a skeeter on it, whack it off.
There’s a dozen on my cousin, I can hear those fuckers buzzin.
My peters got a skeeter on it, whack it off.
(That’s all I recall of it)
And as I hear it, he taught a fifteen year old girl there a few things. And my three-celled wife thought it was terrible that I supported my daughter going on birth control, but she lost hers at fifteen also. No, not to my son.
Just be yourself
I have a sign on my wall right by the door, it says. "Just be yourself". If others can't handle it I can't help that. All my best friends are as weird as I am and we have a lot of fun.
Church camp
Years ago, my Christian wife, the one with three brain cells and one occasionally getting stuck to the side of her skull wall, decided to send the kids to church camp. My son learned a neat song there.
My peters got a skeeter on it, whack it off.
My peters got a skeeter on it, whack it off.
There’s a dozen on my cousin, I can hear those fuckers buzzin.
My peters got a skeeter on it, whack it off.
(That’s all I recall of it)
And as I hear it, he taught a fifteen year old girl there a few things. And my three-celled wife thought it was terrible that I supported my daughter going on birth control, but she lost hers at fifteen also. No, not to my son.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Stealth Kittens
Spotted on a man’s shirt last evening." I’m aging like fine wine. I’m getting complex and fruity."
These kittens, I sure enjoy them, they can move so fast and silently. They can zip in and out of the door and I don’t even notice it unless I’m looking down. I don’t smoke in my place, I open the door and stand in the doorway, or step out and close the door. At floor level it seems like a freeway of Stealth kittens.
It’s a dump
The nicest way to describe my place is to say that it is a dump, I never seem to find the time to organize it better. Well, there was a lot of crap here when I acquired the property but I guess that isn’t any excuse, is it? I don’t have a honey-do list so there isn’t much incentive to get it better looking for someone else. This is a survivalists place.
There are various little storage sheds and trailers full of things I might need to get by if need be. Aside from the building on the back of the property there are two trailers used for storage, an old homemade pickup camper used for storage, another pickup camper, and two little storage buildings. Not to mention a pile of old pallets that where here when I moved here, I really must get rid of them.
And the camp trailer I just bought, my eighteen-foot boat, and all kind of other things just sitting out in the yard. And it’s kind of a movement center, things flow to me, I find them other homes rather than see them go to the landfill. I really should organize it better though.
On the plus side, everything is paid for so it can’t be taken away from me if times do get hard. And even if they don’t, it frees up my money to do other things with it as I like. I always have more money coming in than I have going out so that is a good thing. And even though I retired last year there are always people calling me to do things for them because I have so many skills and a forty-year collection of tools, I’m getting better at saying no though. I just don’t need the money.
My computer is custom made, two CD drives, two hard drives, etc. So what does your computer say when you fire it up? Mine says, "Hey Billy, lets rock and roll." When I shut it down it says "No Billy, No." Not that it has anything to do with the computer, you can tell your computer to say anything you like for all of the sound events on it, I just made my own sound files and use them. Years ago, long enough ago that I can’t recall how I did it, I made my own recording program so that the files would be more compact than the current programs that where in use. Now there are programs that do the same thing.
Humor is needed on this planet, but I don’t see it ever fixing the world, it’s just a way to laugh things off. Scott Adam’s uses a lot of humor on his blog, fun, but it isn’t going to fix the world.
Buddhist philosophy: "Why kill your enemy? They will die soon anyway." Interesting philosophy, but they don’t seem to follow it. Predominately Buddhist country’s have plenty of fighting going on in them.
Infidels, just who are they? Doesn’t either side think that it’s the other side that are the infidels? So if we are to kill all the infidels wouldn’t we have to kill off both sides? About three-quarters of the people on this planet in fact. That should eliminate pretty much all Religions, and then God Billy and God MemBeth, and all the other Gods and Goddess’s might have some peace here.
Al Gore
Gore isn't quite as green as he's led the world to believe.
If Al Gore is the world's role model for ecology, the planet is doomed. Public records reveal that as Gore lectures Americans on excessive consumption, he and his wife Tipper live in two properties: a 10,000-square-foot, 20-room, eight-bathroom home in Nashville, and a 4,000-square-foot home in Arlington, Va. (He also has a third home in Carthage, Tenn.) For someone rallying the planet to pursue a path of extreme personal sacrifice, Gore requires little from himself. (And to think that my whole property is 75 X 100, he wouldn’t even visit me.)
But according to public records, there is no evidence that Gore has signed up to use green energy in either of his large residences. When contacted Wednesday, Gore's office confirmed as much but said the Gores were looking into making the switch at both homes. Talk about inconvenient truths.
Humanity might be "sitting on a ticking time bomb," but Gore's home in Carthage is sitting on a zinc mine. Gore receives $20,000 a year in royalties from Pasminco Zinc, which operates a zinc concession on his property. Tennessee has cited the company for adding large quantities of barium, iron and zinc to the nearby Caney Fork River.
The issue here is not simply Gore's hypocrisy; it's a question of credibility. If he genuinely believes the apocalyptic vision he has put forth and calls for radical changes in the way other people live, why hasn't he made any radical change in his life? Giving up the zinc mine or one of his homes is not asking much, given that he wants the rest of us to radically change our lives.
Sigh, Al Gore, another disappointment.
These kittens, I sure enjoy them, they can move so fast and silently. They can zip in and out of the door and I don’t even notice it unless I’m looking down. I don’t smoke in my place, I open the door and stand in the doorway, or step out and close the door. At floor level it seems like a freeway of Stealth kittens.
It’s a dump
The nicest way to describe my place is to say that it is a dump, I never seem to find the time to organize it better. Well, there was a lot of crap here when I acquired the property but I guess that isn’t any excuse, is it? I don’t have a honey-do list so there isn’t much incentive to get it better looking for someone else. This is a survivalists place.
There are various little storage sheds and trailers full of things I might need to get by if need be. Aside from the building on the back of the property there are two trailers used for storage, an old homemade pickup camper used for storage, another pickup camper, and two little storage buildings. Not to mention a pile of old pallets that where here when I moved here, I really must get rid of them.
And the camp trailer I just bought, my eighteen-foot boat, and all kind of other things just sitting out in the yard. And it’s kind of a movement center, things flow to me, I find them other homes rather than see them go to the landfill. I really should organize it better though.
On the plus side, everything is paid for so it can’t be taken away from me if times do get hard. And even if they don’t, it frees up my money to do other things with it as I like. I always have more money coming in than I have going out so that is a good thing. And even though I retired last year there are always people calling me to do things for them because I have so many skills and a forty-year collection of tools, I’m getting better at saying no though. I just don’t need the money.
My computer is custom made, two CD drives, two hard drives, etc. So what does your computer say when you fire it up? Mine says, "Hey Billy, lets rock and roll." When I shut it down it says "No Billy, No." Not that it has anything to do with the computer, you can tell your computer to say anything you like for all of the sound events on it, I just made my own sound files and use them. Years ago, long enough ago that I can’t recall how I did it, I made my own recording program so that the files would be more compact than the current programs that where in use. Now there are programs that do the same thing.
Humor is needed on this planet, but I don’t see it ever fixing the world, it’s just a way to laugh things off. Scott Adam’s uses a lot of humor on his blog, fun, but it isn’t going to fix the world.
Buddhist philosophy: "Why kill your enemy? They will die soon anyway." Interesting philosophy, but they don’t seem to follow it. Predominately Buddhist country’s have plenty of fighting going on in them.
Infidels, just who are they? Doesn’t either side think that it’s the other side that are the infidels? So if we are to kill all the infidels wouldn’t we have to kill off both sides? About three-quarters of the people on this planet in fact. That should eliminate pretty much all Religions, and then God Billy and God MemBeth, and all the other Gods and Goddess’s might have some peace here.
Al Gore
Gore isn't quite as green as he's led the world to believe.
If Al Gore is the world's role model for ecology, the planet is doomed. Public records reveal that as Gore lectures Americans on excessive consumption, he and his wife Tipper live in two properties: a 10,000-square-foot, 20-room, eight-bathroom home in Nashville, and a 4,000-square-foot home in Arlington, Va. (He also has a third home in Carthage, Tenn.) For someone rallying the planet to pursue a path of extreme personal sacrifice, Gore requires little from himself. (And to think that my whole property is 75 X 100, he wouldn’t even visit me.)
But according to public records, there is no evidence that Gore has signed up to use green energy in either of his large residences. When contacted Wednesday, Gore's office confirmed as much but said the Gores were looking into making the switch at both homes. Talk about inconvenient truths.
Humanity might be "sitting on a ticking time bomb," but Gore's home in Carthage is sitting on a zinc mine. Gore receives $20,000 a year in royalties from Pasminco Zinc, which operates a zinc concession on his property. Tennessee has cited the company for adding large quantities of barium, iron and zinc to the nearby Caney Fork River.
The issue here is not simply Gore's hypocrisy; it's a question of credibility. If he genuinely believes the apocalyptic vision he has put forth and calls for radical changes in the way other people live, why hasn't he made any radical change in his life? Giving up the zinc mine or one of his homes is not asking much, given that he wants the rest of us to radically change our lives.
Sigh, Al Gore, another disappointment.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
The spider & the fly
The spider & the fly
For a few days I had noticed a small spider and its web just outside of my door. I tend to leave spiders that live outside alone as they keep other bugs down. I live with the creed that everything here has a chance to a right to an existence here, just not in my space, and surely not in my face. So if a spider gets in my inside space I will remove it from its existence. I also believe that you have no right killing something unless you love it, so I say something like "I love you little spider, have a nice life wherever you are going next" *squish* Goddess (mother nature) doesn’t seem to mind that I do that so I will continue to do so.
Anyway, I went out yesterday morning and there was a fly trapped on the spiders web and they where really fighting it out. The web was pretty much tore up and the spider being only about one third the size of the fly was trying to eat it alive. The fly was trying to get away and the two of them where spinning around like crazy, it was interesting to watch for a few minutes. I hope the spider won and got a nice meal.
Thank me later
There is now one woman added to the list of women that isn’t going to be having anything to do with men for some time, if ever. It’s okay, unless she changes she isn’t of any use to good men. Unless of course if you are a man looking for a woman that thinks love is just another business that needs to be taken care of and you don’t care if your hand gets held. It’s okay guys, you can thank me later.
On her blog, Sharona says that she started becoming weird at about fifteen. I didn't start becoming strange until in my fifty's, I must be a slow learner. But weird is more interesting than all those boring yo-yo's out there. All of my best friends are weird in one way or the other, and we have the most fun together. It’s okay, Einstein was weird also, we are in good company.
Hey, who owns this place?
Almost every time I open a door there is a cat or two either leaving or coming in, or both. I guess I’m just a doorman here. Isn’t that how cats view life? We are just here to serve them. The most loving one I have named Honey. She has an appointment at the vets on the 22nd to be spayed and get her shots and such. The other four will have to go too Peninsula Friends of Animals soon. I’ll miss them but they have to go. One cat and my Aloe Vera plants are about the only live things I want to be responsible for. Well, my apple tree, but that monster takes care of itself and just mocks me every time I trim it back and comes back bigger than ever.
My need to hear from others
Most of my friends are pretty good about sending me emails, even if they are just jokes, it’s how we let each other know that we are thinking of each other. If I don’t get email from them for a while it drives me nuts and I end up pestering them. One lady that I’ve known since moving here, and there has been a few bumps in our relationship over the years, fails to write at times, so I get on her. And then she shapes up for a while. :-) But she isn’t much of an email person, preferring to visit in person. Only I don’t get that way very often, and sometimes her husband is cranky (jealous of our bond), and I don’t like to be around cranky people.
Happy Birthday Rick
I stopped into Rick’s shop yesterday about five and it was his birthday. He has hit the big 50. That’s about twenty years longer than he expected to live. The fridge was stocked with beer and Earl brought him a jug of Black Velvet, aged eight years. He sure was in a good mood, even though he was talking about going out in a body bag. He’s weird, he just talks that way.
I didn’t stay to party with them, just had two beers and went home. But before I left he gave me the key to a neat Honda 150 scooter that I’ve been eyeballing and thinking of buying from him. Said to drive it for a few weeks and then if I wanted it I could pay him a hundred a month until it’s paid for. At eighty miles per gallon it’s pretty tempting.
My good deed yesterday was helping a young man and his girlfriend move to their new apartment and start their young lives together with each other. I wish them luck with that and am looking forward to marrying them some day. What good deed did you do yesterday?
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.
I have given two cousins to war and I stand ready to sacrifice my wife's brother. - Artemus Ward
For a few days I had noticed a small spider and its web just outside of my door. I tend to leave spiders that live outside alone as they keep other bugs down. I live with the creed that everything here has a chance to a right to an existence here, just not in my space, and surely not in my face. So if a spider gets in my inside space I will remove it from its existence. I also believe that you have no right killing something unless you love it, so I say something like "I love you little spider, have a nice life wherever you are going next" *squish* Goddess (mother nature) doesn’t seem to mind that I do that so I will continue to do so.
Anyway, I went out yesterday morning and there was a fly trapped on the spiders web and they where really fighting it out. The web was pretty much tore up and the spider being only about one third the size of the fly was trying to eat it alive. The fly was trying to get away and the two of them where spinning around like crazy, it was interesting to watch for a few minutes. I hope the spider won and got a nice meal.
Thank me later
There is now one woman added to the list of women that isn’t going to be having anything to do with men for some time, if ever. It’s okay, unless she changes she isn’t of any use to good men. Unless of course if you are a man looking for a woman that thinks love is just another business that needs to be taken care of and you don’t care if your hand gets held. It’s okay guys, you can thank me later.
On her blog, Sharona says that she started becoming weird at about fifteen. I didn't start becoming strange until in my fifty's, I must be a slow learner. But weird is more interesting than all those boring yo-yo's out there. All of my best friends are weird in one way or the other, and we have the most fun together. It’s okay, Einstein was weird also, we are in good company.
Hey, who owns this place?
Almost every time I open a door there is a cat or two either leaving or coming in, or both. I guess I’m just a doorman here. Isn’t that how cats view life? We are just here to serve them. The most loving one I have named Honey. She has an appointment at the vets on the 22nd to be spayed and get her shots and such. The other four will have to go too Peninsula Friends of Animals soon. I’ll miss them but they have to go. One cat and my Aloe Vera plants are about the only live things I want to be responsible for. Well, my apple tree, but that monster takes care of itself and just mocks me every time I trim it back and comes back bigger than ever.
My need to hear from others
Most of my friends are pretty good about sending me emails, even if they are just jokes, it’s how we let each other know that we are thinking of each other. If I don’t get email from them for a while it drives me nuts and I end up pestering them. One lady that I’ve known since moving here, and there has been a few bumps in our relationship over the years, fails to write at times, so I get on her. And then she shapes up for a while. :-) But she isn’t much of an email person, preferring to visit in person. Only I don’t get that way very often, and sometimes her husband is cranky (jealous of our bond), and I don’t like to be around cranky people.
Happy Birthday Rick
I stopped into Rick’s shop yesterday about five and it was his birthday. He has hit the big 50. That’s about twenty years longer than he expected to live. The fridge was stocked with beer and Earl brought him a jug of Black Velvet, aged eight years. He sure was in a good mood, even though he was talking about going out in a body bag. He’s weird, he just talks that way.
I didn’t stay to party with them, just had two beers and went home. But before I left he gave me the key to a neat Honda 150 scooter that I’ve been eyeballing and thinking of buying from him. Said to drive it for a few weeks and then if I wanted it I could pay him a hundred a month until it’s paid for. At eighty miles per gallon it’s pretty tempting.
My good deed yesterday was helping a young man and his girlfriend move to their new apartment and start their young lives together with each other. I wish them luck with that and am looking forward to marrying them some day. What good deed did you do yesterday?
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.
I have given two cousins to war and I stand ready to sacrifice my wife's brother. - Artemus Ward
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Stuff is occurring to me
The record for the longest lasting soap bubble is 341 days. Warm bubble soap works better.
Weird, I have slept alone for so many years that it was a bit disconcerting to be woke up at four AM with a cat sniffing my face.
The Get Fuzzy cartoon is still just too funny. What, shallow? – High definitions. Ha, ha, ha.
Hold on, stuff is occurring to me. I’m just an old country hick. Hum, when I made this note I knew what I was going to write about later, now I forget what it was. That’s it, we forget so fast, that is why we are always in wars and killing each other, spiritual brothers and sisters. Really, that is why history keeps repeating itself. Because we forget so fast, just take a bit of time to look through your computer. There are files on it that you put there less than…….
When I opened the door the first thing this morning the friendliest kitten zipped into my room, while I’m trying to type the little squirt keeps jumping on my lap for some loving, and trying to get on my keyboard. So I pet her for a minute and put her down, that lasts for about ten seconds and she jumps right back on my lap again. That has happened about ten times now, so I just put her out with the other kittens.
Sigh…… To have a woman like that, I would forget the writing and take her to bed. At least for a walk, or dancing.
Now, where was I? Oh…… There are files on it that you put there less than a year ago that you don’t remember. Really, take a bit of time to look through it and you will see what I mean. I have many documents I have wrote, that need more work or tweaking on, that I haven’t looked at for two or three years. I have cartoon’s I’ve saved, pictures, graphics, funny things, heart lifting things, emails I really should read again for the reminder that I really do have some very special friends.
And what do I do? I forget them and keep looking for new news and things. Hell, I have a whole world of love on my computer, I’ve been saving it for years, through three computers now.
When I give up on looking for ‘her’, and accept that she isn’t going to show up, I can just spend the rest of my life looking through my computer and finish all these documents. There is a whole book here, except for the last chapter.
I figure that is why we have all this greed and wars. We forget that what we need is right here, we have tucked it away and forgotten it and moved on looking for more, it causes problems. That and the fact that the women on this planet won’t go thump their men and boys on the head and tell them that they can’t go fight each other. Men are idiots, that is what the idiots do.
Cheap roof
Last fall I added a section behind an old homemade camper that was on my property when I moved here so I could store a lot of lumber and plywood that was given to me after a remodel job. It’s about 8 X 11 feet and I just put a cheap plastic tarp over the top to keep the rain out, saying that I would put a roof on it later. I’m finely getting around to that.
But I want something cheap and easy, so I’m doing it like they did in the old days when they painted canvas on a roof. I bought three sheets of 7/16" OSB ($27.60) and installed it on the truss’s, instead of using canvas I’m going to use that fiberglass cloth that they use in landscaping to keep the weeds from coming up. It is stronger and cheaper, I got a 220 foot roll of it for about thirty bucks at Costco. Will only use 24 feet of it, but I have other uses for the rest of it. With a coat of fresh paint once in a while it will last for years, until I die. Maybe until the next owner dies.
But this is commercial property, when I die everything here will be broke up and hauled to a dump and they will build another frigging business here. There are only three homes left on this block, making it pretty quite for the most part.
I can’t do that anymore, run. I was running across the street Saturday and something in my right knee popped, the next morning it was swelled up and very sore so now I’m nursing it. But it’s doing fine and will be back to normal (what ever in the hell normal is) soon so I can hike to the hot springs again.
Who, in the end, is more evil -- the man who sends others to die for his Prophet, or the man who sends others to die for his Profit?
Gotta run, have a good day all, and remember, all you have is all you need. Just take a deep breath and sit back and reflect on it and enjoy it. It’s right there in all those boxes you haven’t looked into for years. Or sitting on the couch watching TV because you are fucking around on your computer. So why don’t you just get up and go over and hug the little idiot? And if you don’t have a mate, well, I feel for you. I suppose that he/she is somewhere else fucking around on a computer and wondering where in the hell you are. LOL
What is your biggest fault/weakness? I figure that mine is smoking, I frigging hate smoking. I need to pop a cop in the nose and get ten days in jail, they have a great stop smoking program there. BBC
Weird, I have slept alone for so many years that it was a bit disconcerting to be woke up at four AM with a cat sniffing my face.
The Get Fuzzy cartoon is still just too funny. What, shallow? – High definitions. Ha, ha, ha.
Hold on, stuff is occurring to me. I’m just an old country hick. Hum, when I made this note I knew what I was going to write about later, now I forget what it was. That’s it, we forget so fast, that is why we are always in wars and killing each other, spiritual brothers and sisters. Really, that is why history keeps repeating itself. Because we forget so fast, just take a bit of time to look through your computer. There are files on it that you put there less than…….
When I opened the door the first thing this morning the friendliest kitten zipped into my room, while I’m trying to type the little squirt keeps jumping on my lap for some loving, and trying to get on my keyboard. So I pet her for a minute and put her down, that lasts for about ten seconds and she jumps right back on my lap again. That has happened about ten times now, so I just put her out with the other kittens.
Sigh…… To have a woman like that, I would forget the writing and take her to bed. At least for a walk, or dancing.
Now, where was I? Oh…… There are files on it that you put there less than a year ago that you don’t remember. Really, take a bit of time to look through it and you will see what I mean. I have many documents I have wrote, that need more work or tweaking on, that I haven’t looked at for two or three years. I have cartoon’s I’ve saved, pictures, graphics, funny things, heart lifting things, emails I really should read again for the reminder that I really do have some very special friends.
And what do I do? I forget them and keep looking for new news and things. Hell, I have a whole world of love on my computer, I’ve been saving it for years, through three computers now.
When I give up on looking for ‘her’, and accept that she isn’t going to show up, I can just spend the rest of my life looking through my computer and finish all these documents. There is a whole book here, except for the last chapter.
I figure that is why we have all this greed and wars. We forget that what we need is right here, we have tucked it away and forgotten it and moved on looking for more, it causes problems. That and the fact that the women on this planet won’t go thump their men and boys on the head and tell them that they can’t go fight each other. Men are idiots, that is what the idiots do.
Cheap roof
Last fall I added a section behind an old homemade camper that was on my property when I moved here so I could store a lot of lumber and plywood that was given to me after a remodel job. It’s about 8 X 11 feet and I just put a cheap plastic tarp over the top to keep the rain out, saying that I would put a roof on it later. I’m finely getting around to that.
But I want something cheap and easy, so I’m doing it like they did in the old days when they painted canvas on a roof. I bought three sheets of 7/16" OSB ($27.60) and installed it on the truss’s, instead of using canvas I’m going to use that fiberglass cloth that they use in landscaping to keep the weeds from coming up. It is stronger and cheaper, I got a 220 foot roll of it for about thirty bucks at Costco. Will only use 24 feet of it, but I have other uses for the rest of it. With a coat of fresh paint once in a while it will last for years, until I die. Maybe until the next owner dies.
But this is commercial property, when I die everything here will be broke up and hauled to a dump and they will build another frigging business here. There are only three homes left on this block, making it pretty quite for the most part.
I can’t do that anymore, run. I was running across the street Saturday and something in my right knee popped, the next morning it was swelled up and very sore so now I’m nursing it. But it’s doing fine and will be back to normal (what ever in the hell normal is) soon so I can hike to the hot springs again.
Who, in the end, is more evil -- the man who sends others to die for his Prophet, or the man who sends others to die for his Profit?
Gotta run, have a good day all, and remember, all you have is all you need. Just take a deep breath and sit back and reflect on it and enjoy it. It’s right there in all those boxes you haven’t looked into for years. Or sitting on the couch watching TV because you are fucking around on your computer. So why don’t you just get up and go over and hug the little idiot? And if you don’t have a mate, well, I feel for you. I suppose that he/she is somewhere else fucking around on a computer and wondering where in the hell you are. LOL
What is your biggest fault/weakness? I figure that mine is smoking, I frigging hate smoking. I need to pop a cop in the nose and get ten days in jail, they have a great stop smoking program there. BBC
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Two Idiots
Spotted on shirts and jackets:
Everyday I live with fear but occasionally I leave her and go drag racing.
(On front of a young ladies shirt, with a nice rack) Admit it: You’d go to jail for this.
(Another ladies shirt, with a picture of a spider on it) We could mate but then I’d have to kill you.
(Another ladies shirt) Goal of a Bitch. To dominate, control and destroy a mans Finances, Mental Health, Self Esteem and any hope for happiness.
(Another ladies shirt) Not everything is flat in Florida.
Two idiots
Our math system does not apply to some things. For example, two idiots working together adds up to three idiots. I went for a walk at eight the evening before last and stopped by John’s place to BS a little. John’s place is, well, different, it’s just a garage full of old cars and a bunch of crap, mostly car crap. They live in an old motor home and outside a lot, but they are peaceful people.
There was two guys (equals three) fixing to put new u joints in a driveshaft, they where trying to figure out which end of the drive shaft was the front, not having paid any attention when they took it apart. And they where trying to figure out how to install the new u joints. After watching them fuck around discussing things for fifteen minutes I sat on a chair and John handed me a beer and I talked them through it, the offset grease zert hole must face the shaft, line up both joints so that the grease zerts are in the same position, install the caps carefully so that a needle bearing doesn’t slip out of place, drive the first cap in past it’s position before installing the second cap to assist lining it up and not losing a needle, etc, etc.
They know that I was a master mechanic for many years so they where thankful for the advice, no problem, I love to sit around telling idiots what to do. A breakaway from the insane chick
herd wandered through but I didn’t pay any attention to her.
Speaking of insane chicks, I went to the peace protest (why do we protest peace?) Saturday and was ten minutes early, so at first it was just me and a lady sitting there on a bench talking to each other while we waited for others too show up. She had new batteries to put in her radio and asked me if I had a pocketknife, sure, I never go anywhere without a knife, ink pens and a lighter. While I’m cutting open the package the batteries were in I tell her about my neat flashlight that you just crank to charge up.
Then we start talking about the wars and all the stupid things going on and being done. That can get people emotional pretty fast, even when they are in agreement, and soon I said "Don’t get me started" and touched her on the arm. She went fucking ballistic, jumped up and screamed "Don’t touch me, men are always doing that." Holy shit, all I did was touch her, I touch lots of people when I’m talking to them, it’s a spiritual thing to me.
I apologized but she wasn’t accepting it, just said something snotty, so I apologized again, and got something snotty again. I said something else trying to explain that to me it’s just a spiritual thing, and I got another snotty reply. By then it was clear that she wanted the last word so I said "If you want the last word just say it." She just stomped off.
For the rest of the protest I avoided her like the plague, and just talked to the warmer chicks, if she came over by me I moved away, you never know what might set off a chick that clearly has issues with men and I didn’t want to deal with it. Besides, this is not a chick that men would be interested in touching in any personal way anyway. She should just get over herself and her issues with them.
In defense of the spoiled Catholic brat I mentioned in yesterdays post, I do want to point out that she was a hand holder and great hugger, even asked for them instead of waiting for them. And liked having her hair brushed, and that was a very enjoyable part of that experience. I have some nice memories from it, but she hasn’t remarried in thirty years and is still using her ex husband. Bummer, because we really did have some beautiful times for almost two weeks.
I’m wondering if there is a website where us guy’s can name these ladies and their last known locations so that other guys can avoid them. If they can’t get dates anymore maybe they will start getting the help they need in order to have decent relationships instead of blaming it all on the men.
Free to a good home. Thirty empty Peppermint Schnapps bottles. Some with the caps missing as when a friend or two shows up you just toss the cap away and enjoy the contents.
A beautiful bedspread
Helen, the old lady next door that I look after (and one of the coolest ladies on this planet), had this really neat bedspread that she wanted put on her couch, it had old sailing ships on it, and two curtains to match. So I bought her a flowered spread that she liked better and she gave them to me. I will use them in the camp trailer I’m going to fix up seeing as I finely got a title transfer into my name on it today. There where two names on the title, one had died, it took a death certificate to clean it up.
Speaking of bedspreads, the one on my bed is a very special hand made one, made by a dear lady that knows me very well. It has a copy (hand made of course) of the boat I owned for years on it, my zodiac sign, other nautical and sea life symbols, and it’s very nice to sleep under it. What a special lady she is to have made it for me.
Quote: Religious fundamentalists are motivated by the sneaking suspicion that someone, somewhere, is having fun -- and that this must be stopped.
Right, they don’t want anyone but them having fun. BBC
Everyday I live with fear but occasionally I leave her and go drag racing.
(On front of a young ladies shirt, with a nice rack) Admit it: You’d go to jail for this.
(Another ladies shirt, with a picture of a spider on it) We could mate but then I’d have to kill you.
(Another ladies shirt) Goal of a Bitch. To dominate, control and destroy a mans Finances, Mental Health, Self Esteem and any hope for happiness.
(Another ladies shirt) Not everything is flat in Florida.
Two idiots
Our math system does not apply to some things. For example, two idiots working together adds up to three idiots. I went for a walk at eight the evening before last and stopped by John’s place to BS a little. John’s place is, well, different, it’s just a garage full of old cars and a bunch of crap, mostly car crap. They live in an old motor home and outside a lot, but they are peaceful people.
There was two guys (equals three) fixing to put new u joints in a driveshaft, they where trying to figure out which end of the drive shaft was the front, not having paid any attention when they took it apart. And they where trying to figure out how to install the new u joints. After watching them fuck around discussing things for fifteen minutes I sat on a chair and John handed me a beer and I talked them through it, the offset grease zert hole must face the shaft, line up both joints so that the grease zerts are in the same position, install the caps carefully so that a needle bearing doesn’t slip out of place, drive the first cap in past it’s position before installing the second cap to assist lining it up and not losing a needle, etc, etc.
They know that I was a master mechanic for many years so they where thankful for the advice, no problem, I love to sit around telling idiots what to do. A breakaway from the insane chick
herd wandered through but I didn’t pay any attention to her.
Speaking of insane chicks, I went to the peace protest (why do we protest peace?) Saturday and was ten minutes early, so at first it was just me and a lady sitting there on a bench talking to each other while we waited for others too show up. She had new batteries to put in her radio and asked me if I had a pocketknife, sure, I never go anywhere without a knife, ink pens and a lighter. While I’m cutting open the package the batteries were in I tell her about my neat flashlight that you just crank to charge up.
Then we start talking about the wars and all the stupid things going on and being done. That can get people emotional pretty fast, even when they are in agreement, and soon I said "Don’t get me started" and touched her on the arm. She went fucking ballistic, jumped up and screamed "Don’t touch me, men are always doing that." Holy shit, all I did was touch her, I touch lots of people when I’m talking to them, it’s a spiritual thing to me.
I apologized but she wasn’t accepting it, just said something snotty, so I apologized again, and got something snotty again. I said something else trying to explain that to me it’s just a spiritual thing, and I got another snotty reply. By then it was clear that she wanted the last word so I said "If you want the last word just say it." She just stomped off.
For the rest of the protest I avoided her like the plague, and just talked to the warmer chicks, if she came over by me I moved away, you never know what might set off a chick that clearly has issues with men and I didn’t want to deal with it. Besides, this is not a chick that men would be interested in touching in any personal way anyway. She should just get over herself and her issues with them.
In defense of the spoiled Catholic brat I mentioned in yesterdays post, I do want to point out that she was a hand holder and great hugger, even asked for them instead of waiting for them. And liked having her hair brushed, and that was a very enjoyable part of that experience. I have some nice memories from it, but she hasn’t remarried in thirty years and is still using her ex husband. Bummer, because we really did have some beautiful times for almost two weeks.
I’m wondering if there is a website where us guy’s can name these ladies and their last known locations so that other guys can avoid them. If they can’t get dates anymore maybe they will start getting the help they need in order to have decent relationships instead of blaming it all on the men.
Free to a good home. Thirty empty Peppermint Schnapps bottles. Some with the caps missing as when a friend or two shows up you just toss the cap away and enjoy the contents.
A beautiful bedspread
Helen, the old lady next door that I look after (and one of the coolest ladies on this planet), had this really neat bedspread that she wanted put on her couch, it had old sailing ships on it, and two curtains to match. So I bought her a flowered spread that she liked better and she gave them to me. I will use them in the camp trailer I’m going to fix up seeing as I finely got a title transfer into my name on it today. There where two names on the title, one had died, it took a death certificate to clean it up.
Speaking of bedspreads, the one on my bed is a very special hand made one, made by a dear lady that knows me very well. It has a copy (hand made of course) of the boat I owned for years on it, my zodiac sign, other nautical and sea life symbols, and it’s very nice to sleep under it. What a special lady she is to have made it for me.
Quote: Religious fundamentalists are motivated by the sneaking suspicion that someone, somewhere, is having fun -- and that this must be stopped.
Right, they don’t want anyone but them having fun. BBC
Monday, August 07, 2006
Stop that shit
Stop talking about religions damn it. Stop reading about and studying them, stop teaching them to the children. If for thousands of years you idiots haven’t figured it out how do you except them too? Damn it, just knock that shit off. The next woman from a church that knocks on my door and wants to teach me about God, I’m going to ask her if she wants to have sex with God. I can smell the smoke from the tires already.
Love seat
I have an old love seat out in the yard, both sides recline. I like to go sit in it at times, drink some coffee or a beer, maybe take a nap, soak up some of the suns rays.
It was a beautiful morning yesterday so I went out to sit in it for a while at nine am. The sun was really nice and I decided that little Willie would like some of it, so I pulled him out through that pain in the butt flap in my Fruit of the Looms to let him enjoy some of it and he was really enjoying it. Maybe worshipping his creator and the sun that she also created.
Then I got to thinking about the insane chick and the next thing I know little Willie is big Willie. We had our own sundial effect going there. Anyway, we went into the house and had an out of body experience with the insane chick. The enjoyment without the bullshit ya know. The women on this planet sure cheat themselves out of a lot of good times with all their hang-ups.
Karma
I love karma, don’t you? Present karma that is. If these chicks are going to drive me nuts, I’m going to drive them nuts also. So I sent her some emails, here are some of the things I said being as I know it will make her squirm, especially talk about sex. Some things she said to me are in blocks and of course I felt obliged to reply. This is pretty personal, but hey, I’m a pretty open guy.
[You shouldn't feel hurt.] …. I’m a very intelligent and complex man and I’m entitled to my feelings, that you did in fact encourage even though you now deny it. Who gave you the right to decide what I think and what my emotions can be?
[The doors I opened to you did not include intimate relations] ….You where thinking of that also and if you deny it you are lying to yourself. But you are the queen of denial.
[YOU may have considered yourself a potential partner, but I never accepted or rejected you at that level.] …..Who are you? Are you the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society?
[Yes, you are lovable and kind, and you don't necessarily talk too much, but you don't listen about email boundaries.] ….You just keep yapping about that but you have never made it clear what the boundary is, ever think about that? If you have a frigging boundary you have to define it, don’t you think? It is not fair to me to just yap about it, define it !! What is acceptable? One, two, three a day, what? How many times a day can I send you something telling you that I would rather be brushing your hair? Or not, if you don’t want me brushing your hair just say so. I’m a big boy, I can deal with it.
[So you should not feel hurt.] You had better stop telling me what I can feel or cannot feel, or I will turn you over my knee and spank your cute little butt.
[The object of my suggestions is to get the women to pursue you, and then you can make your choice(s).] …..Women do that all the time, and I did make my choice (Why am I attracted to bubble heads?). So I was at this ladies place (your place as a matter of fact) doing some remodeling for her and minding my own business, other than being my warm self, when she called me one evening and asked me if I wanted to go do something with her. A few days later when I was done for the day she asked me if I wanted to stay and hang out some with her. I didn’t take her up on those offers at the time, then after working there longer I started really liking her, even though she is a bubble head in some ways. So I’m thinking I’m going to move her on my love scale from a one to a two, maybe we can take it up to a ten. Good thing I only moved you one notch, up to a four would have blown your mind. We went and did other things together, and when you wasn’t freaking out we had a lot of fun enjoying each other. You lead me on and encouraged me in other ways also. And I CAN point out all the ways. You are of course are going to deny all this aren’t you? What with you being the president of the Insane Chicks Society, apparently with the intention of driving me nuts. But you WERE chasing me. You WERE interested and trying to attract my interest, and it did work, you did get it.
Now she wants to get into a control thing because that is what insane chicks do.
[So, as to #1. Quit smoking] …..Why? Because after we make love the whole neighborhood will want a cigarette.
[or drinking – ] ….So yesterday afternoon I went over to Rick’s shop and had a wonderful time bullshitting with the guys, and I suppose I drank an extra beer or two. So what are you going to do about that? Are you going to spank me? Look, I didn’t judge you because you smoke pot, and I don’t appreciate you judging me because I drink some. We all have our Prozac of choice while dealing with this world. I lived with Marie for twelve years and she didn’t fuss about my smoking and drinking even though she didn’t smoke or drink. We never went to bars very often unless it was for dancing, or in Utah because the bar had the best steaks in town. But I did drink at home. I mostly prefer to drink at home because it’s cheaper and I’m mostly a homebody anyway. I do like to go to bars some now, for the company of others there that I know and like because I’m single and need company. And some of them see me as their minister as they don’t go to churches so I give them spiritual guidance. And sometimes I meet very interesting people and learn interesting things.
[and don't even think for a minute that you can cheat on these.] ….You know, you are starting to sound like a wife. I’m too honest and transparent to try to hide something, that just complicates things, if I’m doing something I’ll admit it. Are you lecturing me young lady? Because if you are I’m going to come over there and spank your cute little butt.
[Exercise every day. After six months, you WILL be a different person.] ….Where in the hell did this come from? What do you know about my exercise? I have a hundred dollar bill in my desk drawer and I’m willing to bet you that I get more exercise, can out work you, out hike you, and still have the energy to make love to you until you have climaxed two times, so why don’t you just get over yourself? Um, I think, I haven’t had sex with a woman for six years but I’m sure I’m still up to it. Well there was an attempt with that spoiled little brat Catholic bitch last year but it was a bust. I have a slow hand and a gentle touch and I’m not in any hurry but she was in a hurry, and demanding. Twenty years ago I could have got right into that but I’ve evolved above that (or maybe I’m just stupid). She didn’t want to hold my hand, didn’t get the spiritual part, just wanted me to screw her, I couldn’t get up. So I put my clothes back on and said "Ok, I’m done, was it good for you?" Pissed her off, she hasn’t spoken to me since. So maybe you don’t want to get in that contest with me, or accuse me of not having energy. And don’t you go whining because I talk about sex some, and use some humor, you can’t know how I am unless I do talk about it some. Everyone that knows me knows that I like to talk about sex, just like anyone else, but that I don’t do it even when I get offers as that is reserved for ‘her’.
[In my observation, you have maintained your health, but you don't present as having a healthy lifestyle. I have the impression that you have beaten yourself up one way or another for a long time.] …. In some ways I have beaten myself up, I have good genes and my body can take it pretty well. Sure, I’ve been down a lot of dirt roads. Has it ever occurred to you that those adventures gave me interesting experiences and perspectives and helped build my unique character? I think it’s safe to say that I’m seldom boring, and that I find many things interesting. Life is here to experience and live it and I have. Or do you prefer boring men? You’ve beaten yourself up in some ways also, we all do.
[That has to change. Women "get" that kind of thing immediately and react.] …. Not all women, you really shouldn’t generalize them like that.
[#2) Do your research, lot of observation and conversation BEFORE you make any moves, or state any intention at all. That's what the good women are doing -- lots of observation and interaction before they form an intention.] …. (She is telling me to do that but It’s actually what she is doing, insane chicks speak backwards)…. Are you saying that you are a good woman? Can I get the opinions of others before accepting that? I know that others have told you that I’m a good man. Blah, blah, blah, they where long emails, I won’t put it all in here, only enough to make my point that I have now driven her even more insane, turn about is fair play I always say. Hell, we kicked around for two months and she couldn’t even hold my hand yet? At that rate it would take ten years to get her in bed, life is too short to put up with that kind of woman. Boy, ya gotta love karma.
I haven’t seen or heard from her since, I’m guessing that she’s huddled down in a far corner of her closet, and afraid to come out into the world for fear that I might be there. Hi Hon….. Boo!! Actually, not hearing from her, that is a gift, maybe the best one she could ever give me. But it does irritate me when a woman is not considerate enough to say that she is not going to communicate with me anymore.
Another thing she said in an email was that she is emotionally cautious. Bullshit, she is a paranoid psychotic emotional train wreck that thinks all men are out to get her, and that all they want from her is sex. Well excuse me, but isn’t sex supposed to be part of the package? Otherwise there is no point in men and women having anything to do with each other.
I fully understand that there are things in her past that are unresolved, but I’m not the man that did them to her. She needs to learn how to let that all go and get over it or she isn’t going to be able to have a good relationship with any man. I offered to help her with it some but she thinks she needs help from no one, so be it.
The last time I bought a pack of shorts I got Hanes instead Fruit of the Loom. Obviously men shouldn’t shop for their own shorts because we are unrealistic idiots that don’t know shit about shopping for clothes. Maybe that’s why Einstein didn’t wear socks, too much trouble finding the right ones. Now I’m wondering if he wore shorts.
The Hanes size chart is different than the Fruit of the Loom one. When I buy Fruit of the Loom I buy the 32-34 size and they are always the right fit. So I grabbed a pack of Hanes 32. Now I understand what Phillis Diller, and I guess all women, go through to put on a girdle. I question why they even bother, when all they really want is for a man to take it off, maybe they are into pain and torture.
Love seat
I have an old love seat out in the yard, both sides recline. I like to go sit in it at times, drink some coffee or a beer, maybe take a nap, soak up some of the suns rays.
It was a beautiful morning yesterday so I went out to sit in it for a while at nine am. The sun was really nice and I decided that little Willie would like some of it, so I pulled him out through that pain in the butt flap in my Fruit of the Looms to let him enjoy some of it and he was really enjoying it. Maybe worshipping his creator and the sun that she also created.
Then I got to thinking about the insane chick and the next thing I know little Willie is big Willie. We had our own sundial effect going there. Anyway, we went into the house and had an out of body experience with the insane chick. The enjoyment without the bullshit ya know. The women on this planet sure cheat themselves out of a lot of good times with all their hang-ups.
Karma
I love karma, don’t you? Present karma that is. If these chicks are going to drive me nuts, I’m going to drive them nuts also. So I sent her some emails, here are some of the things I said being as I know it will make her squirm, especially talk about sex. Some things she said to me are in blocks and of course I felt obliged to reply. This is pretty personal, but hey, I’m a pretty open guy.
[You shouldn't feel hurt.] …. I’m a very intelligent and complex man and I’m entitled to my feelings, that you did in fact encourage even though you now deny it. Who gave you the right to decide what I think and what my emotions can be?
[The doors I opened to you did not include intimate relations] ….You where thinking of that also and if you deny it you are lying to yourself. But you are the queen of denial.
[YOU may have considered yourself a potential partner, but I never accepted or rejected you at that level.] …..Who are you? Are you the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society?
[Yes, you are lovable and kind, and you don't necessarily talk too much, but you don't listen about email boundaries.] ….You just keep yapping about that but you have never made it clear what the boundary is, ever think about that? If you have a frigging boundary you have to define it, don’t you think? It is not fair to me to just yap about it, define it !! What is acceptable? One, two, three a day, what? How many times a day can I send you something telling you that I would rather be brushing your hair? Or not, if you don’t want me brushing your hair just say so. I’m a big boy, I can deal with it.
[So you should not feel hurt.] You had better stop telling me what I can feel or cannot feel, or I will turn you over my knee and spank your cute little butt.
[The object of my suggestions is to get the women to pursue you, and then you can make your choice(s).] …..Women do that all the time, and I did make my choice (Why am I attracted to bubble heads?). So I was at this ladies place (your place as a matter of fact) doing some remodeling for her and minding my own business, other than being my warm self, when she called me one evening and asked me if I wanted to go do something with her. A few days later when I was done for the day she asked me if I wanted to stay and hang out some with her. I didn’t take her up on those offers at the time, then after working there longer I started really liking her, even though she is a bubble head in some ways. So I’m thinking I’m going to move her on my love scale from a one to a two, maybe we can take it up to a ten. Good thing I only moved you one notch, up to a four would have blown your mind. We went and did other things together, and when you wasn’t freaking out we had a lot of fun enjoying each other. You lead me on and encouraged me in other ways also. And I CAN point out all the ways. You are of course are going to deny all this aren’t you? What with you being the president of the Insane Chicks Society, apparently with the intention of driving me nuts. But you WERE chasing me. You WERE interested and trying to attract my interest, and it did work, you did get it.
Now she wants to get into a control thing because that is what insane chicks do.
[So, as to #1. Quit smoking] …..Why? Because after we make love the whole neighborhood will want a cigarette.
[or drinking – ] ….So yesterday afternoon I went over to Rick’s shop and had a wonderful time bullshitting with the guys, and I suppose I drank an extra beer or two. So what are you going to do about that? Are you going to spank me? Look, I didn’t judge you because you smoke pot, and I don’t appreciate you judging me because I drink some. We all have our Prozac of choice while dealing with this world. I lived with Marie for twelve years and she didn’t fuss about my smoking and drinking even though she didn’t smoke or drink. We never went to bars very often unless it was for dancing, or in Utah because the bar had the best steaks in town. But I did drink at home. I mostly prefer to drink at home because it’s cheaper and I’m mostly a homebody anyway. I do like to go to bars some now, for the company of others there that I know and like because I’m single and need company. And some of them see me as their minister as they don’t go to churches so I give them spiritual guidance. And sometimes I meet very interesting people and learn interesting things.
[and don't even think for a minute that you can cheat on these.] ….You know, you are starting to sound like a wife. I’m too honest and transparent to try to hide something, that just complicates things, if I’m doing something I’ll admit it. Are you lecturing me young lady? Because if you are I’m going to come over there and spank your cute little butt.
[Exercise every day. After six months, you WILL be a different person.] ….Where in the hell did this come from? What do you know about my exercise? I have a hundred dollar bill in my desk drawer and I’m willing to bet you that I get more exercise, can out work you, out hike you, and still have the energy to make love to you until you have climaxed two times, so why don’t you just get over yourself? Um, I think, I haven’t had sex with a woman for six years but I’m sure I’m still up to it. Well there was an attempt with that spoiled little brat Catholic bitch last year but it was a bust. I have a slow hand and a gentle touch and I’m not in any hurry but she was in a hurry, and demanding. Twenty years ago I could have got right into that but I’ve evolved above that (or maybe I’m just stupid). She didn’t want to hold my hand, didn’t get the spiritual part, just wanted me to screw her, I couldn’t get up. So I put my clothes back on and said "Ok, I’m done, was it good for you?" Pissed her off, she hasn’t spoken to me since. So maybe you don’t want to get in that contest with me, or accuse me of not having energy. And don’t you go whining because I talk about sex some, and use some humor, you can’t know how I am unless I do talk about it some. Everyone that knows me knows that I like to talk about sex, just like anyone else, but that I don’t do it even when I get offers as that is reserved for ‘her’.
[In my observation, you have maintained your health, but you don't present as having a healthy lifestyle. I have the impression that you have beaten yourself up one way or another for a long time.] …. In some ways I have beaten myself up, I have good genes and my body can take it pretty well. Sure, I’ve been down a lot of dirt roads. Has it ever occurred to you that those adventures gave me interesting experiences and perspectives and helped build my unique character? I think it’s safe to say that I’m seldom boring, and that I find many things interesting. Life is here to experience and live it and I have. Or do you prefer boring men? You’ve beaten yourself up in some ways also, we all do.
[That has to change. Women "get" that kind of thing immediately and react.] …. Not all women, you really shouldn’t generalize them like that.
[#2) Do your research, lot of observation and conversation BEFORE you make any moves, or state any intention at all. That's what the good women are doing -- lots of observation and interaction before they form an intention.] …. (She is telling me to do that but It’s actually what she is doing, insane chicks speak backwards)…. Are you saying that you are a good woman? Can I get the opinions of others before accepting that? I know that others have told you that I’m a good man. Blah, blah, blah, they where long emails, I won’t put it all in here, only enough to make my point that I have now driven her even more insane, turn about is fair play I always say. Hell, we kicked around for two months and she couldn’t even hold my hand yet? At that rate it would take ten years to get her in bed, life is too short to put up with that kind of woman. Boy, ya gotta love karma.
I haven’t seen or heard from her since, I’m guessing that she’s huddled down in a far corner of her closet, and afraid to come out into the world for fear that I might be there. Hi Hon….. Boo!! Actually, not hearing from her, that is a gift, maybe the best one she could ever give me. But it does irritate me when a woman is not considerate enough to say that she is not going to communicate with me anymore.
Another thing she said in an email was that she is emotionally cautious. Bullshit, she is a paranoid psychotic emotional train wreck that thinks all men are out to get her, and that all they want from her is sex. Well excuse me, but isn’t sex supposed to be part of the package? Otherwise there is no point in men and women having anything to do with each other.
I fully understand that there are things in her past that are unresolved, but I’m not the man that did them to her. She needs to learn how to let that all go and get over it or she isn’t going to be able to have a good relationship with any man. I offered to help her with it some but she thinks she needs help from no one, so be it.
The last time I bought a pack of shorts I got Hanes instead Fruit of the Loom. Obviously men shouldn’t shop for their own shorts because we are unrealistic idiots that don’t know shit about shopping for clothes. Maybe that’s why Einstein didn’t wear socks, too much trouble finding the right ones. Now I’m wondering if he wore shorts.
The Hanes size chart is different than the Fruit of the Loom one. When I buy Fruit of the Loom I buy the 32-34 size and they are always the right fit. So I grabbed a pack of Hanes 32. Now I understand what Phillis Diller, and I guess all women, go through to put on a girdle. I question why they even bother, when all they really want is for a man to take it off, maybe they are into pain and torture.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Celibate ?
LONDON - Paris Hilton says she is sick of boyfriends and is celibate.
And in behalf of all the men of this planet, I want to thank her for that. God forbid that she would add to the gene pool. But I’m sure that won’t last long.
In Jerusalem, a female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time, so she went to check it out.
She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was. She watched him pray, and after about 45 minutes when he turned to leave, she approached him for an interview.
"I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. Sir, how long have you been coming to the wall and praying?"
"For about 60 years."
"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"
"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship."
"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"
"Like I'm talking to a fuckin' wall."
niCk (Mem Beth) said in a comment to me. "Religion is a problem because it tries to define what God is by using the limited words and ideas of the human mind. We know something exists. When we try to define God using human language, we lose its meaning or change it into something that is unnatural. Not everything in reality can be put into the limited languages of humans."
I disagree, there are more than enough words. But I’m not talking about religion, I’m talking about what we are, God in evolution. See how few words that took? Not that anyone will listen to me.
Advice to men
Avoid the Judith’s and Vicki’s in this world. They are the ones that are not at all comfortable talking about sex, in the first person anyway. I was minding my own business when the president of the of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society started chasing me. She chased me down like the dirty dog I am, and then when I stopped to lick her it freaked her out. I suppose she loved me with all she had though, she just didn't have much.
A very wise lady that used to have articles in the local rag said that the first and most important thing to consider if going out with someone, or trying a new relationship is to ask the question "Does he/she turn my crank." Because that can’t be manufactured. If I’m lucky, the next woman that chases me will chase me into the street and a city bus will nail me, it’ll save us both a lot of trouble.
This is a test, repeat, this is a test, of the National Bullshit Network. If you are here leave a turd (in the comments section) BBC
And in behalf of all the men of this planet, I want to thank her for that. God forbid that she would add to the gene pool. But I’m sure that won’t last long.
In Jerusalem, a female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time, so she went to check it out.
She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was. She watched him pray, and after about 45 minutes when he turned to leave, she approached him for an interview.
"I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. Sir, how long have you been coming to the wall and praying?"
"For about 60 years."
"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"
"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship."
"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"
"Like I'm talking to a fuckin' wall."
niCk (Mem Beth) said in a comment to me. "Religion is a problem because it tries to define what God is by using the limited words and ideas of the human mind. We know something exists. When we try to define God using human language, we lose its meaning or change it into something that is unnatural. Not everything in reality can be put into the limited languages of humans."
I disagree, there are more than enough words. But I’m not talking about religion, I’m talking about what we are, God in evolution. See how few words that took? Not that anyone will listen to me.
Advice to men
Avoid the Judith’s and Vicki’s in this world. They are the ones that are not at all comfortable talking about sex, in the first person anyway. I was minding my own business when the president of the of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society started chasing me. She chased me down like the dirty dog I am, and then when I stopped to lick her it freaked her out. I suppose she loved me with all she had though, she just didn't have much.
A very wise lady that used to have articles in the local rag said that the first and most important thing to consider if going out with someone, or trying a new relationship is to ask the question "Does he/she turn my crank." Because that can’t be manufactured. If I’m lucky, the next woman that chases me will chase me into the street and a city bus will nail me, it’ll save us both a lot of trouble.
This is a test, repeat, this is a test, of the National Bullshit Network. If you are here leave a turd (in the comments section) BBC
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Searching for the truth
First something funny, posted on the Dilbert blog because Scott is screwing off and not doing any posting. "To Whom It May Concern: The Dilbert Blog is hereby cancelled. Mr Adams has found religion and no longer has anything interesting to say….Posted by: Mr Adams' Lawyers
Something else posted on one of the Dilbert blog a while ago when discussing God. It was something like "Oh, I so believe in God, and I hate the son of a bitch." Geez, what did I ever do to him? He must mean that Christian God though.
What good are the Bibles and Koran’s if they just keep things here messed up? Dear Mrs. Bush, you are not playing with George's dick enough or he wouldn't have so much time to screw other things up. And you should take his damn Bible and Rapture books and burn them, they have put an insanity in him. Buy him a Playboy and some good nature books. Or just tell him you have a new game to play with him and put a plastic bag over his head, be a compassionate Goddess and put him and us out of his delusion that he is doing Gods work.
Searching for the truth.
The influence of religions and do they have too much was the topic at our Conversation Café meeting Thursday. As a new age spiritualist I contend that we should get rid of all religions and be spiritual only be as God and Goddess. Those words will never go away so they should be put in proper context. They should even stop talking about them and teaching them to the children of the world. Here is what I had to say at the meeting.
I contend that God is a spirituality only, and not an omnipotent being or entity. If there was such a God this world would not be the way it is because such a God would be our parent and make everyone mind and treat each other right. As a spirituality only, and being in evolution like everything else, it’s clear that this spirit is only about three years old. We all know that three year olds are a mixture of love, hate, greed, goodness, needs, has a screwed up evolving ego, and things like that.
I also contend that this God in evolution is us, and thanks to our ancestors screwing up their minds, our own screwed up egos, it’s clear to see why we can’t see that. If you look at God as the all then you must see yourself as part of the all, therefore you are the all. I have to believe in God even though for many years I didn’t. If I didn’t believe in God I couldn’t believe in any of you because I see you as God and Goddess.
Touch the person on both sides of you….. You just touched God and Goddess, it’s as simple as that. (End of what I said, the first time)
Betty said that what the world needs is for a very charismatic person to show up to fix things. I agree with that, I can be, but more often than not I’m like a pit bull because I’m always pissed off at how this world is. Of course, I’m also changing a bit at a time so who knows. Scott Adam’s might be a candidate, he’s been on his own strange journey and I’m sure that he is working on a great book about it all now. In any event, this person will be convincing everyone that we just have to get over ourselves and all those religions, stop talking about them, stop studying them, stop trying to make money off of them, and think spiritually only, and stop teaching them to our children, or it will never end. At least that is what the cosmos is telling me.
I also note that spiritual growth often is a result of dealing with the women on this planet, have you ever noticed that? Women and their needs and greed’s cause a lot of problems and I think that they should just get over themselves if they really want the world to be a better place, and start making it a better place.
Sent to me in an email….. In line at the bookstore, I couldn't help noticing the two bestsellers the person in front of me was prepared to purchase: "Conversations With God" and "How to Argue and Win Everytime." (Doesn’t anyone ever talk to Mrs. God? I’ve never won an argument with the cosmos so I won’t bother reading How to Argue)
http://badtux.net/ Is an interesting blog if you are seeking the truth about spirituality. You really should check out this site, read the subject post of ‘A penguin's guide to comparative religion’. & "Civil War in Iraq."
And I spotted interesting comments by readers. "Historical note: The three Invisible Sky Demon sub-sects all come from where the most potent hashish in the world is made. Just sayin'." … "Outstanding! Can't wait for polytheism!" (Multiple Gods, yup, almost seven billion of them now, all we have to do is accept it and treat each other accordingly)
If you go to www.beliefnet.com, you can take a little online quiz that will match your answers against the beliefs of about 20 religions. (A thought, why in the hell would I care how my answers matched up to 20 religions when I don’t believe in any of them?)
So lets sing a couple of songs.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord.
He comes squealing around the corner in his pink and yeller Ford.
He hath loose the terrible swift lightning of his terrible swift mill.
His rod is rolling on.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to go.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to go.
His rod is rolling on.
He comes squealing around the corner where the grapes for wine is stored.
(Hum, I need suggestions for adding to this, put them in the comments section)
On a hill far away stands an old Chevrolet.
All rusted and worn from the rain.
And someday I’ll trade that old Chevrolet
In on a brand new Ford.
I love these kittens. Four of them came into my place last night and spent the night with me. Okay, they were having so much fun that they damn near tore the place apart. My only boundary is my computer station desk, get on it and they will be Chinese food.
BBC, the pissed off part of God
Something else posted on one of the Dilbert blog a while ago when discussing God. It was something like "Oh, I so believe in God, and I hate the son of a bitch." Geez, what did I ever do to him? He must mean that Christian God though.
What good are the Bibles and Koran’s if they just keep things here messed up? Dear Mrs. Bush, you are not playing with George's dick enough or he wouldn't have so much time to screw other things up. And you should take his damn Bible and Rapture books and burn them, they have put an insanity in him. Buy him a Playboy and some good nature books. Or just tell him you have a new game to play with him and put a plastic bag over his head, be a compassionate Goddess and put him and us out of his delusion that he is doing Gods work.
Searching for the truth.
The influence of religions and do they have too much was the topic at our Conversation Café meeting Thursday. As a new age spiritualist I contend that we should get rid of all religions and be spiritual only be as God and Goddess. Those words will never go away so they should be put in proper context. They should even stop talking about them and teaching them to the children of the world. Here is what I had to say at the meeting.
I contend that God is a spirituality only, and not an omnipotent being or entity. If there was such a God this world would not be the way it is because such a God would be our parent and make everyone mind and treat each other right. As a spirituality only, and being in evolution like everything else, it’s clear that this spirit is only about three years old. We all know that three year olds are a mixture of love, hate, greed, goodness, needs, has a screwed up evolving ego, and things like that.
I also contend that this God in evolution is us, and thanks to our ancestors screwing up their minds, our own screwed up egos, it’s clear to see why we can’t see that. If you look at God as the all then you must see yourself as part of the all, therefore you are the all. I have to believe in God even though for many years I didn’t. If I didn’t believe in God I couldn’t believe in any of you because I see you as God and Goddess.
Touch the person on both sides of you….. You just touched God and Goddess, it’s as simple as that. (End of what I said, the first time)
Betty said that what the world needs is for a very charismatic person to show up to fix things. I agree with that, I can be, but more often than not I’m like a pit bull because I’m always pissed off at how this world is. Of course, I’m also changing a bit at a time so who knows. Scott Adam’s might be a candidate, he’s been on his own strange journey and I’m sure that he is working on a great book about it all now. In any event, this person will be convincing everyone that we just have to get over ourselves and all those religions, stop talking about them, stop studying them, stop trying to make money off of them, and think spiritually only, and stop teaching them to our children, or it will never end. At least that is what the cosmos is telling me.
I also note that spiritual growth often is a result of dealing with the women on this planet, have you ever noticed that? Women and their needs and greed’s cause a lot of problems and I think that they should just get over themselves if they really want the world to be a better place, and start making it a better place.
Sent to me in an email….. In line at the bookstore, I couldn't help noticing the two bestsellers the person in front of me was prepared to purchase: "Conversations With God" and "How to Argue and Win Everytime." (Doesn’t anyone ever talk to Mrs. God? I’ve never won an argument with the cosmos so I won’t bother reading How to Argue)
http://badtux.net/ Is an interesting blog if you are seeking the truth about spirituality. You really should check out this site, read the subject post of ‘A penguin's guide to comparative religion’. & "Civil War in Iraq."
And I spotted interesting comments by readers. "Historical note: The three Invisible Sky Demon sub-sects all come from where the most potent hashish in the world is made. Just sayin'." … "Outstanding! Can't wait for polytheism!" (Multiple Gods, yup, almost seven billion of them now, all we have to do is accept it and treat each other accordingly)
If you go to www.beliefnet.com, you can take a little online quiz that will match your answers against the beliefs of about 20 religions. (A thought, why in the hell would I care how my answers matched up to 20 religions when I don’t believe in any of them?)
So lets sing a couple of songs.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord.
He comes squealing around the corner in his pink and yeller Ford.
He hath loose the terrible swift lightning of his terrible swift mill.
His rod is rolling on.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to go.
Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to go.
His rod is rolling on.
He comes squealing around the corner where the grapes for wine is stored.
(Hum, I need suggestions for adding to this, put them in the comments section)
On a hill far away stands an old Chevrolet.
All rusted and worn from the rain.
And someday I’ll trade that old Chevrolet
In on a brand new Ford.
I love these kittens. Four of them came into my place last night and spent the night with me. Okay, they were having so much fun that they damn near tore the place apart. My only boundary is my computer station desk, get on it and they will be Chinese food.
BBC, the pissed off part of God
Friday, August 04, 2006
Scott Adam's
So I came across some of Scott Adam’s quotes.
Men live in a fantasy world. I know this because I am one, and I actually receive my mail there. - Scott Adams
If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions? - Scott Adams
Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge. - Scott Adams
The creator of the universe works in mysterious ways. But he uses a base ten counting system and likes round numbers. - Scott Adams
You can never underestimate the stupidity of the general public. - Scott Adams
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. - Scott Adams
Men want sex. If men ruled the world, they could get sex anywhere, anytime. Restaurants would give you sex instead of breath mints on the way out. Gas stations would give sex with every fill-up. Banks would give sex to anyone who opened a checking account. - Scott Adams
And a few quotes by others.
If we did all the things that we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves. - Thomas Edison
Everyone has problems, some are just better at hiding them. - Unknown
Only by going too far can one possibly find out how far one can go. - Jon dyer
It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
Men live in a fantasy world. I know this because I am one, and I actually receive my mail there. - Scott Adams
If there are no stupid questions, then what kind of questions do stupid people ask? Do they get smart just in time to ask questions? - Scott Adams
Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge. - Scott Adams
The creator of the universe works in mysterious ways. But he uses a base ten counting system and likes round numbers. - Scott Adams
You can never underestimate the stupidity of the general public. - Scott Adams
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. - Scott Adams
Men want sex. If men ruled the world, they could get sex anywhere, anytime. Restaurants would give you sex instead of breath mints on the way out. Gas stations would give sex with every fill-up. Banks would give sex to anyone who opened a checking account. - Scott Adams
And a few quotes by others.
If we did all the things that we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves. - Thomas Edison
Everyone has problems, some are just better at hiding them. - Unknown
Only by going too far can one possibly find out how far one can go. - Jon dyer
It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Too Funny
That Get Fuzzy cartoon guy is just too funny sometimes. Hold on, stuff is occurring to me, ha, ha, ha. What a hoot. He’s even more funny than Dilbert.
Speaking of Dilbert, Scott Adam’s could at least have the decency to tell us that he will not be blogging for a while instead of leaving everyone in suspense. Some folks will wander off and find other blogs and get interested in them lose interest in even checking his blog to see if he is back.
Gerald Gordon Harris…. If you think that almost seven billion people on this planet doing what they do isn’t contributing to global warming, you sir are a frigging idiot. Sure, go ahead and drive all you want, you selfish bastard.
So I was at a Landmark Education presentation meeting the other night, a meeting to get you to put out a bunch of bucks to take their course. The host is a nice lady, I’ve known her for a few years now, she is crazy but I love her anyway. The lady doing the presentation is over weight and out of shape and she just carried on and on about that, a woman that talked about and admitted that she was over weight and has a room full of exercise equipment that she doesn't use, and is not willing to do much about it other than be okay with it, she hasn't got a thing to teach me. I didn’t stay for the second half of the presentation so they didn’t get to give me a sales pitch. The free pizza was good though.
There was an interesting lady there though, a cute little blonde, I could tell that she is warm and fuzzy, her comfort zone was very small, I tested it and she let me stand right next to her and was okay with it. She is very friendly and intelligent and I’ll bet she is a hand holder. She is single and looking for a mate according to the host, as when I got home I sent an email asking about her. In fact what she said was.
"She is single, into Zen and looking for a partner. She is looking for a man that has money to travel though; as she wants to live half the year in Switzerland where she spent many years growing up-- in Zurich. Her family has a home there or condo there. She is a great woman and has lived in Brazil also. Her husband died of a heart attack at 53? I think, quite a while ago. She has two grown sons and lives in P.A. She is very much into Landmark and their programs."
I knew that she lived in PA (that’s Port Angeles’s) as I looked to see if her name was in the phone book. Well, she may be a great woman, for some man, but not for me, so I’m not going to bother to contact her.
My world does not revolve around money and travel and spoiling a woman, not in those ways anyway. I've done my share of damage to this mother planet and I couldn't call myself an ecologist if I was to continue to keep stomping all over it like it doesn't make any difference.
I'm looking for my spiritual soul mate and she clearly isn't if money and travel is what she cares about when thirty thousand people a day die of starvation. I prefer to spend my money helping them instead of traveling and harming mother earth more. She may think that she is spiritual, but I don’t see it, truly spiritual people are as easy on the planet as they can be. And they are not into being spoiled.
Have a good day everyone, be kind to the earth. BBC
Speaking of Dilbert, Scott Adam’s could at least have the decency to tell us that he will not be blogging for a while instead of leaving everyone in suspense. Some folks will wander off and find other blogs and get interested in them lose interest in even checking his blog to see if he is back.
Gerald Gordon Harris…. If you think that almost seven billion people on this planet doing what they do isn’t contributing to global warming, you sir are a frigging idiot. Sure, go ahead and drive all you want, you selfish bastard.
So I was at a Landmark Education presentation meeting the other night, a meeting to get you to put out a bunch of bucks to take their course. The host is a nice lady, I’ve known her for a few years now, she is crazy but I love her anyway. The lady doing the presentation is over weight and out of shape and she just carried on and on about that, a woman that talked about and admitted that she was over weight and has a room full of exercise equipment that she doesn't use, and is not willing to do much about it other than be okay with it, she hasn't got a thing to teach me. I didn’t stay for the second half of the presentation so they didn’t get to give me a sales pitch. The free pizza was good though.
There was an interesting lady there though, a cute little blonde, I could tell that she is warm and fuzzy, her comfort zone was very small, I tested it and she let me stand right next to her and was okay with it. She is very friendly and intelligent and I’ll bet she is a hand holder. She is single and looking for a mate according to the host, as when I got home I sent an email asking about her. In fact what she said was.
"She is single, into Zen and looking for a partner. She is looking for a man that has money to travel though; as she wants to live half the year in Switzerland where she spent many years growing up-- in Zurich. Her family has a home there or condo there. She is a great woman and has lived in Brazil also. Her husband died of a heart attack at 53? I think, quite a while ago. She has two grown sons and lives in P.A. She is very much into Landmark and their programs."
I knew that she lived in PA (that’s Port Angeles’s) as I looked to see if her name was in the phone book. Well, she may be a great woman, for some man, but not for me, so I’m not going to bother to contact her.
My world does not revolve around money and travel and spoiling a woman, not in those ways anyway. I've done my share of damage to this mother planet and I couldn't call myself an ecologist if I was to continue to keep stomping all over it like it doesn't make any difference.
I'm looking for my spiritual soul mate and she clearly isn't if money and travel is what she cares about when thirty thousand people a day die of starvation. I prefer to spend my money helping them instead of traveling and harming mother earth more. She may think that she is spiritual, but I don’t see it, truly spiritual people are as easy on the planet as they can be. And they are not into being spoiled.
Have a good day everyone, be kind to the earth. BBC
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Two posts today
So Scott Adams hasn’t put a new post on his blog for a few days, that is not like him as he is so devoted to it. And all of us that are devoted to his most interesting blog can’t help but wonder what is going on.
Here is my best guess. He is so full of thoughts and words for his next book that he is lost in writing. Or, something pretty bad has happened, maybe to him or someone in his family. Any of you have any information or guess’s? BBC
http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/
Here is my best guess. He is so full of thoughts and words for his next book that he is lost in writing. Or, something pretty bad has happened, maybe to him or someone in his family. Any of you have any information or guess’s? BBC
http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/
You light up my life
Reminder, comments are now allowed and not moderated, feel free to say anything you like.
So I get tired of buying batteries, not to mention that they are nasty things, making them causes a lot of pollution and disposing them causes a lot of pollution. I was in a Walmart store recently and noticed an LED flashlight that you can turn the crank on for thirty seconds and it will give you an hour or more of light. For only nineteen bucks, so I bought it. LED flashlights don’t put out a powerhouse of light but they are good enough to see to get around in the dark with, or to read a book by if out camping.
It’s a pretty neat light sold by Safety Cross at http://www.safetycross.com/
They also have other interesting lights on their website. It has four light configurations, a siren, a pretty good FM radio that sounds decent, and a cell phone adapter to charge the battery on your phone. Also a compass, but it’s a piece of shit, the compass. I’m pretty pleased with it, I would buy another one, and I may buy their camp light.
Now I know quite a few people that won’t shop at a Walmart, seeing them as evil. And I won’t argue that point, but I don’t have a lot of shopping choices in this smaller town and I have friends that work there and are happy to have the work and seem pleased with their jobs and how they are treated. Walmart makes it so that we can buy products at affordable prices and make our money go farther and it improves the lives of people in China and other places. No matter where I bought that light, it was likely made in some foreign country and I have no problem with that, they have to eat also.
Like everything else, Walmart is an evolution and will change, die, or improve employee standards in time, as there are people working on getting them to improve employee standards. Or not, but people in this country should be happy to have a job of any kind that pays something, it’s better than sitting under a tree dying of starvation, and thirty thousand people a day do just that.
So yesterday I got an email from the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society and she said "As I re-read some of your emails, I do believe you are truly looking for a life partner." So I shot right back with "And you didn't pick up on that the first week you knew me?" And blah, blah, blah. But let’s qualify that. I’m looking for my spiritual, romantic hand holding mate that has been on her own strange and confusing journey and is ready to join me on mine. She will get me. But my current interest, she is nuts and has too many issues that she won’t admit too. She is a good woman, but she’s still nuts and has too many issues with herself and men, ah, I repeat myself. It’s okay, I’m moving on, I’ve learned that it’s a waste of time to invest too much time in something that isn’t going to work out and two months was enough. If a woman isn’t holding your hand by then it’s time to move on. Life is about lessons you know.
Like I said, I know the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society.
Quote: How do you move in a world of fog that's always changing things?
George replied. Feel your way. It can be fun in mixed gender situations.
Have a good day everyone, ask yourself "How would we live if we were more spiritually advanced?" BBC
So I get tired of buying batteries, not to mention that they are nasty things, making them causes a lot of pollution and disposing them causes a lot of pollution. I was in a Walmart store recently and noticed an LED flashlight that you can turn the crank on for thirty seconds and it will give you an hour or more of light. For only nineteen bucks, so I bought it. LED flashlights don’t put out a powerhouse of light but they are good enough to see to get around in the dark with, or to read a book by if out camping.
It’s a pretty neat light sold by Safety Cross at http://www.safetycross.com/
They also have other interesting lights on their website. It has four light configurations, a siren, a pretty good FM radio that sounds decent, and a cell phone adapter to charge the battery on your phone. Also a compass, but it’s a piece of shit, the compass. I’m pretty pleased with it, I would buy another one, and I may buy their camp light.
Now I know quite a few people that won’t shop at a Walmart, seeing them as evil. And I won’t argue that point, but I don’t have a lot of shopping choices in this smaller town and I have friends that work there and are happy to have the work and seem pleased with their jobs and how they are treated. Walmart makes it so that we can buy products at affordable prices and make our money go farther and it improves the lives of people in China and other places. No matter where I bought that light, it was likely made in some foreign country and I have no problem with that, they have to eat also.
Like everything else, Walmart is an evolution and will change, die, or improve employee standards in time, as there are people working on getting them to improve employee standards. Or not, but people in this country should be happy to have a job of any kind that pays something, it’s better than sitting under a tree dying of starvation, and thirty thousand people a day do just that.
So yesterday I got an email from the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society and she said "As I re-read some of your emails, I do believe you are truly looking for a life partner." So I shot right back with "And you didn't pick up on that the first week you knew me?" And blah, blah, blah. But let’s qualify that. I’m looking for my spiritual, romantic hand holding mate that has been on her own strange and confusing journey and is ready to join me on mine. She will get me. But my current interest, she is nuts and has too many issues that she won’t admit too. She is a good woman, but she’s still nuts and has too many issues with herself and men, ah, I repeat myself. It’s okay, I’m moving on, I’ve learned that it’s a waste of time to invest too much time in something that isn’t going to work out and two months was enough. If a woman isn’t holding your hand by then it’s time to move on. Life is about lessons you know.
Like I said, I know the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chicks Society.
Quote: How do you move in a world of fog that's always changing things?
George replied. Feel your way. It can be fun in mixed gender situations.
Have a good day everyone, ask yourself "How would we live if we were more spiritually advanced?" BBC
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I’m conspiring
Reminder, comments are now allowed and not moderated. But if you are going to insult me make it real good or I will just call you an ignorant pecker head that should have saved the typing. Besides, I’ve already heard it all, so why waste your fingers, go do a good deed instead.
I think that if I where to start a Philosophers club, and I have thought of that, I would put up a sign that said.
WE ARE ON A JOURNEY OF DISCOVERY HERE, IF YOUR EGO CAN'T TAKE SOME CRAP YOU DON'T BELONG HERE.
I’ve been having some very interesting and entertaining email exchanges with a great new friend. He sent me some Buddhist stuff and asked what I thought of it. My reply was that Buddhists are more weird than I am. He replies with "Is this a contest? Are you competing? How do you keep score? Should I give you some weird lessons? I shot right back with "Do I sound like I need lessons? You're asking the teacher if he needs lessons, now that's funny." LOL. So I’m weird, so was Jesus, get over it.
I’m conspiring the taking over of the world and ruling it as a Benevolent Monarchy. I know some pretty smart people that can help me with that. One man in this town, a weird and troubled little shit, has some pretty interesting plans on defining countries by the water sources and mankind’s needs and sharing it all properly. They still need some work but they make more sense than fighting over it all. Forget oil, water will be the next big fight.
I know a weird little fuzz nut in Sequim, but he’s a lovable little fart, that is pretty bright that I think would be great on my board of planners and directors. And another man that knows the judicial system in this country pretty well, and how fucked up it is. And I’m sure he has views on how to fix it. And with a blog I have access to the thoughts of people from all around the world about how things should be done on this stupid planet. I know some pretty good women that would be great on the board also.
Now all I need to do is recruit an army, of men and women from all over the world that are tired of governments and boarders and the capitalists that control us all. We don’t have any weapons so what we are going to do is refuse to do things their way, mock them, and pelt them with marshmallow’s, and not support them in any way. If we have to we will pack hug bombs and hug them to death, if that doesn’t work we will assume that they are the evil ones and just stab them in the gut. Oh, and I need a whole bunch of horney women to service my army and keep it happy, themselves also. Not to mention a hell of a lot of booze and pot. Sign up in the comment section, and state what country you are in.
In the news: "Scientist thinks invisibility possible in future." Hell, I think I must be invisible at times now, like when I want service in a bar or café. Or when I’m in a room full of people that I weird out and they want to pretend that I’m not there. Hey you….. BOO!!!
I think I know the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chick Society, and the vice president, and in fact all of the members around here. They say that they want a man but they all have so many issues with themselves and men that it’s almost impossible to get close to them. American women, bah. I love them all but all the good ones where snatched up years ago and the rest just don’t get it.
I have a new girlfriend it seems, she just walked in the door, looked around some, made herself comfortable and sat there looking at me like "Well here I am buddy, and I’m not leaving so you had better get used to it." It must be because I’m such a loveable old bastard. LOL. So I guess I had better set up a litter box to keep her from shitting on the carpet. And take her to the vet and get her fixed and all that, maybe some nipple rings?
Speaking of idiots, there is a shop not far from me that has a drag car in it. Every so often they take it out on the street to test it. I’m hoping that a cop nails them one day, a public street is no place for that.
Interesting quotes
To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity. - Oscar Wilde
To disagree with three-fourths of the American public is also one of the first requisites of sanity. – Billy B Cook (I exclude G.W. Bush and his band of idiots though, because he is just a fucking idiot)
Here is an interesting link to the insight of America.
http://quotationspage.com/subjects/America/htm
Since the general civilization of mankind, I believe there are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people, by gradual and silent encroachments of those in power, than by violent and sudden usurpations. - James Madison
Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men. - Martin Luther King Jr.
Only those are fit to live who are not afraid of dying. - Douglas MacArthur
It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.' - Sam Levenson
Old, but what the hell.
The Boss was in a quandary. He had to fire somebody. He had it narrowed down to one of two people, Debra or Jack. It was an impossible decision, they were both super workers. Rather than flip a coin, he decided he would fire the first one who used the water cooler the next morning.
Debra came in the next morning with a horrible hangover after partying all night. She went to the cooler to take an aspirin.
The Boss approached her and said: " Debra, I've never done this before, but I have to lay you or Jack off."
"Could you jack off?" she says. "I feel like shit."
I think that if I where to start a Philosophers club, and I have thought of that, I would put up a sign that said.
WE ARE ON A JOURNEY OF DISCOVERY HERE, IF YOUR EGO CAN'T TAKE SOME CRAP YOU DON'T BELONG HERE.
I’ve been having some very interesting and entertaining email exchanges with a great new friend. He sent me some Buddhist stuff and asked what I thought of it. My reply was that Buddhists are more weird than I am. He replies with "Is this a contest? Are you competing? How do you keep score? Should I give you some weird lessons? I shot right back with "Do I sound like I need lessons? You're asking the teacher if he needs lessons, now that's funny." LOL. So I’m weird, so was Jesus, get over it.
I’m conspiring the taking over of the world and ruling it as a Benevolent Monarchy. I know some pretty smart people that can help me with that. One man in this town, a weird and troubled little shit, has some pretty interesting plans on defining countries by the water sources and mankind’s needs and sharing it all properly. They still need some work but they make more sense than fighting over it all. Forget oil, water will be the next big fight.
I know a weird little fuzz nut in Sequim, but he’s a lovable little fart, that is pretty bright that I think would be great on my board of planners and directors. And another man that knows the judicial system in this country pretty well, and how fucked up it is. And I’m sure he has views on how to fix it. And with a blog I have access to the thoughts of people from all around the world about how things should be done on this stupid planet. I know some pretty good women that would be great on the board also.
Now all I need to do is recruit an army, of men and women from all over the world that are tired of governments and boarders and the capitalists that control us all. We don’t have any weapons so what we are going to do is refuse to do things their way, mock them, and pelt them with marshmallow’s, and not support them in any way. If we have to we will pack hug bombs and hug them to death, if that doesn’t work we will assume that they are the evil ones and just stab them in the gut. Oh, and I need a whole bunch of horney women to service my army and keep it happy, themselves also. Not to mention a hell of a lot of booze and pot. Sign up in the comment section, and state what country you are in.
In the news: "Scientist thinks invisibility possible in future." Hell, I think I must be invisible at times now, like when I want service in a bar or café. Or when I’m in a room full of people that I weird out and they want to pretend that I’m not there. Hey you….. BOO!!!
I think I know the president of the local chapter of The Insane Chick Society, and the vice president, and in fact all of the members around here. They say that they want a man but they all have so many issues with themselves and men that it’s almost impossible to get close to them. American women, bah. I love them all but all the good ones where snatched up years ago and the rest just don’t get it.
I have a new girlfriend it seems, she just walked in the door, looked around some, made herself comfortable and sat there looking at me like "Well here I am buddy, and I’m not leaving so you had better get used to it." It must be because I’m such a loveable old bastard. LOL. So I guess I had better set up a litter box to keep her from shitting on the carpet. And take her to the vet and get her fixed and all that, maybe some nipple rings?
Speaking of idiots, there is a shop not far from me that has a drag car in it. Every so often they take it out on the street to test it. I’m hoping that a cop nails them one day, a public street is no place for that.
Interesting quotes
To disagree with three-fourths of the British public is one of the first requisites of sanity. - Oscar Wilde
To disagree with three-fourths of the American public is also one of the first requisites of sanity. – Billy B Cook (I exclude G.W. Bush and his band of idiots though, because he is just a fucking idiot)
Here is an interesting link to the insight of America.
http://quotationspage.com/subjects/America/htm
Since the general civilization of mankind, I believe there are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people, by gradual and silent encroachments of those in power, than by violent and sudden usurpations. - James Madison
Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men. - Martin Luther King Jr.
Only those are fit to live who are not afraid of dying. - Douglas MacArthur
It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.' - Sam Levenson
Old, but what the hell.
The Boss was in a quandary. He had to fire somebody. He had it narrowed down to one of two people, Debra or Jack. It was an impossible decision, they were both super workers. Rather than flip a coin, he decided he would fire the first one who used the water cooler the next morning.
Debra came in the next morning with a horrible hangover after partying all night. She went to the cooler to take an aspirin.
The Boss approached her and said: " Debra, I've never done this before, but I have to lay you or Jack off."
"Could you jack off?" she says. "I feel like shit."
Monday, July 31, 2006
A little rain stopped them?
First a note that comments have been turned on at my (this) blog. And they don’t even need my approval first. Feel free to pick on me all you want if you wish, but expect me to pick back telling you that you are an idiot if I wish. BBC
So I went to the OUUF website yesterday morning to see if there was any info posted about the annual OUUF (Olympic Universalist Unitarian Fellowship) picnic, but there wasn’t any information posted there. I had heard from two ladies that it would be this Sunday and that made sense as it was about this time last year that it was held.
So I wandered out there just to see who would be there that I might want to say Hi to and visit with. There was no OUUF gathering there so I came back to town and after a nap worked on polishing up a wedding document that I will be performing on August 12th. Later in the evening I received an email from one of the ladies and her statement was "Salt Creek was cancelled for fear of rain." My reply to her was "What a bunch of pussy's, where do they think they live? Haven't you ever just sat and enjoyed the life giving rain? They should be thankful for the rain and the life it supports here in this special place. Maybe next year they should have it in Baghdad. Not being prepared for a little rain is just poor planning by spoiled people, there are all sorts of covers available, no wonder I stopped going to OUUF. Bad leadership. Hugs. BBC"
I did run into a few rain showers on the way to Salt Creek but it was nice out there and there was a lot of other groups having a wonderful day out there. I now pronounce the OUUF group to be a bunch of spoiled pussy’s. A little rain is a way of life here, most of us deal with it and work and play in it, it’s not like they are heavy showers.
I did spot two interesting things in the newsletter on the OUUF website.
Why are we so afraid of living?
I’m not, I face each day head on. And I’m not afraid of dying either. But I don’t know when I will, so I tell people I love them, other wise how would they have known? Besides, they need to hear it. To really live you can't be afraid of dying.
Why are we so afraid of loving?
Hey, don’t look at me, I think I do reasonably well at it, I just want to be loved in return. BBC
So I went to the OUUF website yesterday morning to see if there was any info posted about the annual OUUF (Olympic Universalist Unitarian Fellowship) picnic, but there wasn’t any information posted there. I had heard from two ladies that it would be this Sunday and that made sense as it was about this time last year that it was held.
So I wandered out there just to see who would be there that I might want to say Hi to and visit with. There was no OUUF gathering there so I came back to town and after a nap worked on polishing up a wedding document that I will be performing on August 12th. Later in the evening I received an email from one of the ladies and her statement was "Salt Creek was cancelled for fear of rain." My reply to her was "What a bunch of pussy's, where do they think they live? Haven't you ever just sat and enjoyed the life giving rain? They should be thankful for the rain and the life it supports here in this special place. Maybe next year they should have it in Baghdad. Not being prepared for a little rain is just poor planning by spoiled people, there are all sorts of covers available, no wonder I stopped going to OUUF. Bad leadership. Hugs. BBC"
I did run into a few rain showers on the way to Salt Creek but it was nice out there and there was a lot of other groups having a wonderful day out there. I now pronounce the OUUF group to be a bunch of spoiled pussy’s. A little rain is a way of life here, most of us deal with it and work and play in it, it’s not like they are heavy showers.
I did spot two interesting things in the newsletter on the OUUF website.
Why are we so afraid of living?
I’m not, I face each day head on. And I’m not afraid of dying either. But I don’t know when I will, so I tell people I love them, other wise how would they have known? Besides, they need to hear it. To really live you can't be afraid of dying.
Why are we so afraid of loving?
Hey, don’t look at me, I think I do reasonably well at it, I just want to be loved in return. BBC
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Hot Springs
I hiked up to the Hot Springs Friday to get right with the cosmos, it's a very spiritual place to me. I brought back a few stones Here are a few notes about my day.
I am at peace with the cosmos, God, Mrs. God, now if I could just be at peace with the idiots on this planet. First I stopped and checked on Darlene and Darla, Darlene can't be more than eighty pounds but she is in good spirits and has a loving soul.
I took my time going up the mountain, maybe the next time I go I will stay in one of the campgrounds overnight and then go to the springs the next morning, it's so peaceful up there. And spiritual, to me anyway, a place I get right with the cosmos and learn things.
Just as I got near the pools I came upon three deer by the side of the trail. A doe and fawn on one side and a doe on the other. I slowed down and sent them thoughts of love and walked right between them. The fawn took a couple of steps toward me and then changed it's mind. Good thing, I might have had it for dinner. LOL
My favorite pool was available so I spent and hour in it. Got a container of mud for Donna's skin condition, and a bottle of water. While I was in the pool a deer came up beside it, but she didn't stop to talk. Thought of a rock for Angela so I started looking around for something that spoke to me. Most of the rocks there are pretty plain, mostly black, but I found one that has some white in it. It's very interesting, it's clear to see what I call a spiritual being/image in it. Like the white part is a hooded robe around a face. I don't know of course if she is spiritual, but I would like her to have it. The other two I picked out are pretty plain, but hey, they still came from a special place so they are still blessed with that.
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.'
A little further on I came upon two grouse on the trail, I walked right between them. Well, it all has spiritual meaning to me even if it doesn't to anyone else.
This morning I went out at five am to get the Sunday paper and decided to walk around a couple of blocks while I was at it. Thankfully, in this smaller town it’s peaceful at five am, even on highway 101, there was a few boats being towed toward the marina, must be some fishing season on. As for all the crap in the paper, I see that I’m still surrounded by idiots. BBC
I am at peace with the cosmos, God, Mrs. God, now if I could just be at peace with the idiots on this planet. First I stopped and checked on Darlene and Darla, Darlene can't be more than eighty pounds but she is in good spirits and has a loving soul.
I took my time going up the mountain, maybe the next time I go I will stay in one of the campgrounds overnight and then go to the springs the next morning, it's so peaceful up there. And spiritual, to me anyway, a place I get right with the cosmos and learn things.
Just as I got near the pools I came upon three deer by the side of the trail. A doe and fawn on one side and a doe on the other. I slowed down and sent them thoughts of love and walked right between them. The fawn took a couple of steps toward me and then changed it's mind. Good thing, I might have had it for dinner. LOL
My favorite pool was available so I spent and hour in it. Got a container of mud for Donna's skin condition, and a bottle of water. While I was in the pool a deer came up beside it, but she didn't stop to talk. Thought of a rock for Angela so I started looking around for something that spoke to me. Most of the rocks there are pretty plain, mostly black, but I found one that has some white in it. It's very interesting, it's clear to see what I call a spiritual being/image in it. Like the white part is a hooded robe around a face. I don't know of course if she is spiritual, but I would like her to have it. The other two I picked out are pretty plain, but hey, they still came from a special place so they are still blessed with that.
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.'
A little further on I came upon two grouse on the trail, I walked right between them. Well, it all has spiritual meaning to me even if it doesn't to anyone else.
This morning I went out at five am to get the Sunday paper and decided to walk around a couple of blocks while I was at it. Thankfully, in this smaller town it’s peaceful at five am, even on highway 101, there was a few boats being towed toward the marina, must be some fishing season on. As for all the crap in the paper, I see that I’m still surrounded by idiots. BBC
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Portrait of a friend
"Portrait of a Friend"
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are, but I can help you find yourself.
I can only love you, hold your hand, and be your friend.
I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are, but I can help you find yourself.
I can only love you, hold your hand, and be your friend.
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