I’m going somewhere

I’m going somewhere. Don’t know where, don’t feel like going to any New Year parties. Going to go find a small quite town and a hotel with a view of the ocean or lake and kick back in peace and quite and read my book about Einstein. One of the best New Years I’ve had in years was one year when I spent the night in a camper in the mountains.

I might find a beer church there and go in for a while and meet some new friends. Believe it or not, I make new friends easily. Being forever curious about others, what they do, where they have been, etc, it’s easy for me to get them talking about things.

I don’t treat myself very often, yeah, I’m going somewhere. Don’t know when I’ll be back, Tuesday or Wednesday I suppose.

New Year's eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, why won't they let a year die without bringing in a new one on the instant. The stupid years patter on with unrelenting feet, never stopping - rising to little monotonous peaks in our imaginations at festivals like New Year's and Easter and Christmas. But, goodness, why need they do it?

The picture is of the mountains in the park, taken from my place yesterday. Celebrate safely. Be careful around the monkeys.

See you in the New Year, hugs…. BBC

It’s Christmas day [Updated]

There won't be another post here until after the new year. Bill

Lets go back a few thousand years and take an honest look at this Jesus guy and what he would be doing on a day like this.

A: He was always bitching about greed and those fucking Romans.
B: He was always bitching about living under the government that ruled him.
C: Yes he swore, a lot at times.
D: He would be enjoying a meal with his friends.
E: He would be drinking plenty of wine.
F: If in fact he ever said that there was an omnipotent God in the sky somewhere he would now see that he was wrong, that God is just a spiritual consciousness.
G: He would be enjoying some great sex with Mary.
H: The Romans thought that he was a troublemaker.
I: Etc, etc.

Now lets get back to the present and the spirit that is still here but sees some things differently than back then.

A: Still bitching about greed and the fucking Romans, reborn in America.
B: Still bitching about the government he lives under.
C: Still swears a lot at times.
D: Parts of him/her won’t even get a meal today and that bothers me a lot. So if you have something to eat today I don’t want to hear you whining about other problems you think you have.
E: I’ll be drinking some beer I’m sure, and bitching because of the lack of peace on this planet.
F: See above.
G: No sex, not for 7 or 8 years now, I haven’t found her this time around since getting on this spiritual journey.
H: Fuck the Romans, this country needs a new government and political system.
I: Screw those bibles, every one I ever tried reading insulted my soul.

You are all a part of this spiritual consciousness but look at this mess. You are supposed to be enjoying and supporting each other and enjoying some great sex with each other instead of always trying to have more and better things and being over achievers and doing things that are so harmful to the planet that supports us. It isn’t hard to bounce around the web and see that there is a lot of sexual frustration out there when that is what you really want more than anything else.

But today Christians will kill Muslims, and even other Christians. Muslims will kill Christians, and even other Muslims. I swear, you are all insane and should be ashamed of yourselves. And there will be plenty of greed to go around today, never mind that many women and children are sitting under trees starving to death.

I’m so ashamed of mankind, evolve dammit, evolve, rise above it all. I’m tired of this so called human race full of monkeys. Tired of being a part of it and it being a part of me. Enjoy your presents, all I asked for was peace, but I see that I’m not going to get it, fuck it, I’m going to the beach while these monkeys use and kill each other.

And in the time it takes you to read this sentence a woman and child will die of starvation. Not that I think many care about that. Virgin Mary my butt. Why do people still believe that crap? Are they really that stupid?

Stay home, be peaceful, and get some good sex you stupid monkeys. And stop making a big deal out of one mans birthday, your birthday is the day that spirit was born in you, make your birthday important. Better yet, get off of spirits planet. Christmas, bah !!! BBC

A song [Updated]

Ho Ho fucking Ho… What a crock of shit… We all work for Santa Clause, we’ve had enough, we quit.
Because we do all the fuckin work while he stars in the show.
Stick your Christmas up your ass…. Ho Ho fucking Ho.

****

Joe was in the corner bar having a few when his friend Phil dropped in and joined him. It didn't take long for Phil to notice a string hanging out of the back of Joe's shirt collar that his friend kept tugging on.

Finally Phil couldn't contain his curiosity, and asked, "What the hell's that string for?" "Two weeks ago I had a date with that dish, Linda," Joe explained, "and when I got her into the sack, would you believe I couldn't get it up? Made me so mad that I tied this string to my dick, and every time I think of how it let me down, I pull the string and make it kiss my ass."

I looked at a number of reflective posts this morning, won't mention all of them, but think that you should look at this one.
Cruel Virgin

Mucking around in a Saturday

Yup, it’s Saturday morning here, and mucking around in a Saturday is pretty much what I will be doing today. Golly, I got a sort of Christmas card in the mail yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a card, I’ve broke most folks of sending me cards and gifts. Actually it’s an anti-christmas card fussing about Christmas, and it came from a lady I least expected to get a card from. My Internet sweetie-pie who gets me spiritually but who’s thinking about other things I sometimes challenge too much. Wasn’t that sweet of her to send me a card from the other side of the world? Interesting that just before I woke up yesterday I was dreaming of kissing her boobs and then I get a card from her. And no, I’m still not going to tell you her name.

We get a lot of emails about Christmas miracles this time of year. If I believed in Christmas miracles I would believe I'm getting screwed this Christmas. I can get pretty delusional at times but I’m not delusional enough to think that is going to happen. :-)

High-speed? Maybe, the cable company is supposed to send an installer over this morning so maybe I’ll get high-speed Internet today. Then I can speed through the Internet Insane Asylum faster. LOL … I’ve been on the Internet for years, and looked at many types of blogs for the last two years. If this is our collective consciousness we are in deep shit. I’m not sure how I feel about getting faster Internet, the extra cost means that I can’t help others as much. But I will try it for a while.

So I have to shut down this computer in a bit, clean off this messy desk, and move my new computer over here as it is the one that is able to accept cable. Then I will have a lot of things to get organized on it to get it to my liking. Will have to request an email address, as I will cancel the ISP service I’ve had for years. So will be giving the new one to the people I feel I can trust with it. And transfer some files from this computer that I have added since the computer shop transferred most of my files. Mostly just emails and links to blogs, but it may be a few days before I have a chance to visit some of you again.

Helen’s hairdresser is on the West side of town so while I was in that area I went over to visit with a lady I’ve known since moving here. She is just the sweetest thing and used to sing with some of the bands around here and came into beer church a lot. But she is failing and mostly home bound so I stop in to visit with her at times. The poor girl is like a living skeleton, just skin and bones. I mentioned her in an old post. She hasn’t got much money and I crawled under her home and through a billion spider webs over a half dozen times to replace a bad wire to the baseboard heater she sits by most of the time. And sneezed and blew out black shit for three days.

I also stopped at a lumberyard in that area just to see what specials they might have. I got a barbecue grill light. Don’t need it for that but it’s a neat light that runs off of 3 AA batteries and has 16 led lights in it. Will sit on any flat surface and has a clamp to clamp it to something, and 3 magnets in the base to attach to a metal surface. It can be used when camping or if the power goes out. After I picked Helen up we went to the buffet for lunch.

I trust science to sooner or later find the answers explaining this universe and creation. I’m damn sure not trusting any bogeyman God in the sky to explain it. As I have been saying all along, God is a scientist. But at this point in time it’s more important to save this planet and it unique life. In general I think that mankind doesn’t want to accept the responsibility of being God because then he won’t have a bogeyman in the sky to blame things on. Speaking of science, take a look at the link, then tell me that you shouldn’t be worried.

Top 10

And in other news: Nuns Leave Their Brains to Science…. Why? I’m not interested in what the brainwashed have in their brains. But as I’ve said before, my mother loved being a Catholic, she would screw some men, get a pardon and go screw some more of them. Frankly, I never have figured that any God gave a shit who was screwing who as long as everyone was getting screwed.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Friday already?

Let’s see, Helen asked me to take her to the hairdresser today so that will take a while. I’ll go for a walk around the area while her hair is being prettied up again. I’ve talked about Helen in old posts. New readers don’t know that she is the old lady next door that I look after. That when I met her she was just like a New York bag lady, dirty, smelly, things like that, and had very few friends and never went anywhere. But she is just the sweetest lady, and I made her clean up (I can be a bossy fucker at times if I think I know what is best for someone) and now she is pretty popular. And always grateful that I saw in her what she and others didn’t.

She has the greatest sense of humor also and likes risque jokes, and talking about sex. Sometimes when I’m out in the yard and need to take a leak I just whip it out, if she is looking out her window and watching me I shake it at her a few times, she gets a big kick out of that.

My friends vary a lot, from a few very smart folks to some pretty dumb ones. My dumb ass dipshit friend Rick put his little pickup in the ditch the other evening. He really isn’t dumb, but he drinks until he gets stupid. His pet drunk wife is always driving when drunk also, I think it’s a toss up as to which one of them will end up in jail again next. Some people just never learn that there is a drinking line that they shouldn’t cross because it makes them make bad decisions and do stupid things.

It ruins relationships and they often end up in bed with people they really shouldn’t be in bed with. I didn’t care that my wife drank, but she would often drink until she got ugly. I don’t get very drunk very often, but when I do I’m still a friendly drunk. And I have a firm rule to not go home with women when I’m out drinking and one invites me to. It has nothing to do with morals or what others think they should be, if people want to have sex with each other that is fine with me. It’s just knowing what I need and I know that what I need isn’t there.

As for religions, the brainwashed always refuse to admit that they are brainwashed. But fundamentalist Christians and fundamentalist Muslims, I think that there is something you should know. I butt fucked your fictional God and Allah, and the Devil and his wife and sisters. And your fucking Easter Bunny. And Snow White and the seven dorks. *giggles* Hey, I can butt fuck any fictional thing I like.

I wish that in their profiles that others would say if they are married or have mates or are gay.

It’s a shame that people escape into fiction because they don’t like facing reality.

Some humor…. My children have succeeded in driving their mother crazy. So complete is their success that I found myself uttering these once unthinkable words: "Honey, you need to get out. Go ahead, call a friend and escape for a while. I'll take care of these---things."

With that, she's out the door in 2.5 minutes. She called me from her cell shortly thereafter, "Hi, Honey. What time would you like me home?" "Anytime," I said. "Just have fun." "OK," she said excitedly. "See you Sunday."

The rest of this is a little heavy if you would like to stop reading now.

Anti.... We are "The All". And a work in progress. But that doesn't mean it is going to go in the right direction. Not with all the silly religious beliefs on this rock. Big money and power in all that for them. Even in a lot of the so-called new age stuff.

If mankind does not come to a collective belief and as much as become a collective consciousness that he/she is god in evolution and is responsible for this earth and it's ability to support our physical life forms I think that mankind is pretty much screwed. Maybe in your grand children's lifetime. But many on this planet don’t really care about their grand children, as they don’t see their own omnipresent spirit in them. Well, they do care about their grand children but not in the right ways of looking at things. Some native peoples had it pretty well figured out when they considered the impact of seven generations, but then the so called christians came along and messed things all up. But the thing is, if your grand children can no longer survive here because of over population and all the stupid things done here, neither will your/our omnipresent spirit. Other than in bugs and other critters that is. The problem with trying to explain and fix things wrong with this world with blogs is that blogs do not read like books.

When a new reader starts reading a blog they are just reading the most current posts and not reading from page one like they would a book, following me? I used to think that blogs would become the collective consciousness of mankind, now I’m questioning that.

It was pretty nice here yesterday, got up to around fifty degrees and we had lots of sun.

To steal someone else’s lines because like Helen Keller I’m not sure I’ve had an original thought for like fucking ever. Have a fuckity, fuckity, fucking nice day. :-) Hugs…. BBC

Reminiscing

I guess I’m like many other bloggers, just can’t shut up. Some good news, I'm always so stressed out about all the greed and wars on this planet that it's good to see a bit of good news at times.

Cheaper solar panels

I wonder if the Devil has a blog, if I ever stumble onto it I will have to pop in to inform him that I screwed his wife. *giggles* I’m sure that won’t surprise him, hell, everyone has screwed that slut, and his daughter, Paris Hilton. *more giggles*

I bought an air powered brad nailer that was on sale the other day. So I can nail "I'm a fucking idiot" signs on monkeys foreheads.

I think that men make more sacrifices than women often give them credit for. I did anyway. I was lucky in a way, my wife wasn’t needy and greedy for a lot of things. She wasn’t a fashion and jewelry hound, she didn’t expect expensive meals and dates when I started dating her. But she did have some loose wiring, one of the first things she did was wreck my car. I had traded cars with her for a few days so that I could fix a few little things on her car.

After we got married she wrecked every car we ever owned. I never did get angry or chew her out about it, just accepted it as a fact of life I guess. It got pretty expensive at times though. It was important to me to own a home so we bought one early in our marriage. That didn’t leave room for new cars and fancy things, thankfully she didn’t care.

She did dress pretty nice (sometimes pretty sexy and I liked that) but was a very careful shopper and I never did feel that she was being extravagant. For the first years I was the only one that worked so we didn’t have a lot of extra money. And not being one that cares about a lot of things I didn’t care much about what I wore, she did my clothes shopping and made sure I always had some pants, shirts, underwear and such so I was okay with that. I seldom bought myself anything other than my work shoes that I ordered from Mason shoes.

She always got the nicest car to drive and I drove cheap clunkers. My only extravagance in those years was to build and drive a couple of racecars. But because of my trade and some good sponsors it didn’t cost me much to do that.

One year my ex father in law gave me an old 16 foot boat, we had enjoyed boating as a family, the kids where teenagers by then and I had gotten rid of the old wood boat that we once had. It was old, but it was fiberglass and I was okay with it, but it had a bad motor on it, we had just bought a nicer house and didn’t have the money for a new motor so for a few years it just sat there.

Then I worked a few years for a good man that owned a tire company and he always gave us a good bonus just before Christmas. The first year I used most of it to have a nice custom made mothers ring made for her, and some nice gifts for the kids. I think that ring was the most meaningful gift I ever gave her, she was speechless when she opened the package and was always messing with it.

Anyway, the next year I got an even bigger bonus, and for the first time in my life I bought me something nice. It took some looking to find a good deal but that bonus was enough for a brand new 60 horse power Johnson outboard motor. We really enjoyed that boat, except for the day she damn near killed me when I fell over a ski rig I had made and got stuck to as she was towing me and didn’t back off the throttle soon enough because she didn’t have enough sense to, or something like that.

That was at a summer picnic party that her employer was giving on a lake. I’m telling you, that woman had some loose wiring, she sure had a nice pussy though. When we got home it was still early evening, and she decided that she wanted to ride the gas scooter I had bought for my son. I should have known better than to let her try, yup, she wrecked it and I had to take her to the hospital so they could patch her up. Luckily nothing was broken, but it took them about an hour to pick the lace blouse she was wearing out of her arm and shoulder. Later we was able to laugh about it, there wasn’t any point in getting mad at her, she was always doing things like that, I would have spent all my time being angry but I choose to accept that something wasn’t quite right with her.

I think that the only times I ever got upset with her was when she would get mad at me and try to beat me up, I don’t like it when someone tries to beat me up. I was beat a lot as a kid and I hated that. I didn’t hit her and the kids but when she did that I would defend myself, as she didn’t have sense enough to stop. Trying to get away from her didn’t work because she would follow me. A woman like that is fast and surprising strong.

After I left her she tried it with the kids and they ended up leaving her also and my daughter came to live with me. She did patch it up with our son and he was back living with her when she died. She was the only woman that has ever done that to me, tired to beat me. Well, the last lady I lived with for 12 years did throw something at me once, and was promptly told that if she ever did anything like that again that I would be out of there, and she didn’t, I have little tolerance for angry women. It’s fine to scream and holler at me, I don’t mind that, sometimes tensions flare, but I don’t like anyone hitting me. I had to take it from my parents but as an adult if someone tries beating on me (other than in fun) something in me snaps and they are going to find out that I don’t like that crap. Don’t pay any attention to me, I’m just reminiscing.

Six days until Getmus and world peace. There I go, being delusional again. Can’t have peace with all those monkeys fighting each other. I wonder if my good Christian friend Dr. John will be popping by to wish me a Merry Getmus. He claims that his God loves us very much, I guess that explains why he is always fucking with us

I didn’t have time to visit many blogs yesterday. It was laundry day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse and I had other things to do also. It’s almost spooky sometimes, I’ll go to bed thinking that there isn’t any cats in here but in the morning I often wake up to one on the bed with me, and one on top of the wardrobe closet looking down at me. Um, mutter, mutter.

Have a peaceful day…. BBC

Aware

I'm well aware that I live on a planet of chaos and unknowns. There is not even any assurance that I will be here tomorrow. It could be an act of God, or Goddamn idiots that takes me out. And God is a goddamn idiot and the universe clearly runs on chaos. You know, that Christian and Muslim God motherfucker must be autistic. But I say that he doesn’t exist at all. (That statement will make some readers laugh, and piss others off, so be it) :-)

So you all should know that I love you (mankind) even though many of you irritate the fuck out of me.

I like to be prepared as I can for things just in case I am still here tomorrow, or next year. There may be a big earth quake, war, the electricity may be out for a month, who knows what may happen.

So yesterday I bought myself a batch of new underwear and socks. I suppose I have enough clothes to last the rest of my life, but if hard times come I don't want to be caught without enough underwear.

Bumper sticker seen on the back of a car: "I wish my wife was this dirty!"

A man complained about having had two unhappy marriages. His first wife divorced him and his second wife wouldn't.

Have a great day you monkeys, hugs…. BBC

New post on my other blog

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Only two

Apparently there are only two women on this planet that fully understand me. One of course is Helen, the lady next door that I help. She tells me at least once a day how much she appreciates me and she hasn’t got any problem with my beliefs and views. But she is a very wise old lady.

The other one is Terri, she fully understands me and is the only woman in blog land that I haven’t sooner or later tested too much. Mostly because we are in such close agreement on things. I’m thankful that these women are in my life and I’m done looking for my soul mate. I’m just going to give up on that. If she was ever here she must have died.

The only reason I’m posting that graphic is because I like it. Think of the big dog as humanity. Spirit has decided that in general he doesn’t like humanity very much. BBC

Nothing more to say

Most of you don’t understand someone as complex as myself anyway, and this blog has been a waste of time. Go away, leave me alone, you don’t know me because you don’t know and understand yourself, go shopping. Go do whatever it is that you are going to do today to screw the planet up even more.

And I won’t get world peace for Christmas on this sick planet. This blog is on a retreat. I’m going to just sit back and watch things go to hell…. BBC

One of my life’s experiences

A visitor to this blog lives in San Antonio, Texas, and that reminded me of an experience there so that is what this post is about. Sorry about it being a bit long.

After my wife died back in the 80’s I was married to a good ol’ country gal from Missouri for a few years. Her son on drugs screwed up our marriage but this post is about an adventure we had before she left. I met her in Richland, Washington. Had been there for about a year, was getting tired of the place, had bought a camp trailer and was going to wander around the country for a while.

Dropped into the VFW club on a Saturday night to say goodbye to everyone and enjoy a last evening of dancing and live music. Sally had a good day job in the Hanford Atomic Area and also shagged drinks at the club on the weekends during the music. I ended up staying until closing time and asked her if she would like to go out for breakfast.

I don’t recall if we made it to breakfast, but we made it over into my grandmothers bed and making each other. Ha, ha, ha. My grandmother wasn’t home, she was away visiting relatives. We really liked each other so I ended up staying there. She lived in a small apartment with two teenage sons and I hate apartments so I found us a bigger nicer place with a garage that I could repair automobiles in. Back then I was a crack mechanic that never had trouble finding work and I was soon busy just by word of mouth.

After about six months we bought 20 acres of undeveloped property just south of Colville, Washington. Moved up there (with her problem son, the other son was older and stayed in Richland) and I set up a temporary campsite shelter compound with materials I bought at local auctions. Then I started building a small house on the bluff with a beautiful view of the valley.

We hadn’t been there but a few months, neither of us had went looking for jobs yet as we still had money and being as I was from here I was getting some little jobs working on cars for folks that knew me, mostly we was just trying to get settled in and get a home built. When one day an older friend came to visit and asked me if I knew anyone that wanted to go to Florida for him. Turns out that he had a son in Mesa, Arizona that owned a lot that sold pickup canopies. The canopies were made in Florida and he had a one ton Chevy flatbed and a long special trailer that he used to go get them with. That is, he would send the man that worked for him.

The man had headed for Florida but the truck broke down in Fort Stockton, Texas. He decided to quit, rented a car from them and went back to Mesa. My friends son called my friend to see if he would help him and go get the load. But my friend was getting old and just didn’t feel up to it and was looking for someone that would. Back then I was a pretty adventuresome person always ready for new experiences. Still am, just closer to home.

I asked Sally if she wanted to go and she was up to it so Marion gave us his Ford Courier pickup, some money for gas and meals and off we went on a grand adventure. Took turns driving to Mesa and picked up the rental car and drove on to Fort Stockton, pretty much nonstop. Traded for the truck and drove pretty nonstop to some small town east of Milton, Florida, don’t recall the name of it.

Got there in the late afternoon and called the factory, nice folks, had us come right out, took us back to town and we got a good southern catfish meal in a café and a hotel room and got a good nights sleep while they ran a night shift loading the canopies. By the time we got up in the morning and took a good shower together they had the load ready to go, so we headed west again.

Sally had a sister that lived in San Antonio, Texas so we stopped there to visit her. The only problem was that she lived right downtown. Being the idiot I am that didn’t faze me a bit, I drove that truck and trailer (sixty-five feet long) right into the heart of town, and parked in a public parking lot, boy I had to pay for a lot of parking spaces. LOL

But we was only a few blocks from where her sister lived and we walked over there. She lived not far from the ‘River walk’ as I recall they call it, so we went down there and it was a lovely place with lots of quaint shops and bars and such and we took a ride on one of the river barges that cruised the river. It was an interesting afternoon and evening. We also saw the Alamo when we was there, I was a bit surprised that it was right in town.

We was going to spend the night at her sisters place but I was a bit worried about that load in that parking lot so I called the police to see if it was okay to leave it there. They as much as said “Only if you want it stolen or vandalized”. I didn’t want that so we hit the road again. We made it to Mesa in good shape and stayed overnight at Marion’s son’s place and headed back home the next day. I don’t recall what we got paid for the trip, not much, but it wasn’t about money, it was about adventure and helping friends and at that time in our lives we could do that.

Sally had never been to Las Vegas (Lost Wages) so I went a bit out of the way and took that route back. We got there in the evening and if you have ever been there in the evening your first time there it is pretty damn impressive driving in there and seeing all the lights. I think it just sort of overwhelmed her. We went into a casino and I got us each a roll of quarters, after they were gone she wanted me to get more as she figured that one of us would hit a big jackpot, but I’m not that bad at math and refused to invest more money, if your not winning it’s best just to stop, and we headed out of town.

Boy, was she steamed, I had never seen her like that. About twenty miles out of town she was still steamed and demanding to be out of the Courier, but no way in hell was I going to stop and let her out alone on a Nevada highway in the middle of the night. At the next fair sized town I did stop and told her that if she still wanted to get out she could, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t. I didn’t think that she had much money so I offered her some and she refused it. Women can sure be stubborn sometimes.

So I went on home alone. A few days after getting home my friend came out to tell me that Sally had called so I went to town to call her. It turned out that she had hitchhiked to Richland where she had family. She wanted to know if everything was still okay with us. It sure was with me because I didn’t understand her blowup in the first place, and I asked her if she was coming home, and she did a few days later.

She ended up leaving again, to be with her son on drugs, but at least that time she let me give her some money and a car. It surprised her that I cried when she left, well what in the fuck did she expect? A happy fucking ending because she was leaving? After a year I saw that she wasn’t coming back to I wrote to her and asked about a divorce. She agreed, so I paid her the reasonable amount of money she asked for and tossed in another car.

We stayed in touch some, when I was long haul trucking and going through her town I would stop if I could and we would get together for a meal and visit. But after moving here I lost contact with her. So I looked her phone number on the Internet and tried to call her last night just to say hi and see how she is doing. But I just kept getting stupid recorded messages that I was doing it wrong. Phone company’s these days are a pain in the butt, give me back Ma Bell where I could get the help I needed without a lot of bullshit.

Oh, wait, the capitalists took our good phone systems from us and now we have all this confusion. Listen to me you idiots, I’ve owned two of your cell phones, and I will never own another one. I want a phone to make a phone call with, get on the Internet with, that is all, take all your other features and your big fancy homes and shove them up your ass. I just want to make a fucking phone call, you morons. What in the hell is a five digit access code? Hell, I’ll just buy a phone card, I don’t have a long distance provider and I guess she must be out of my local long distance calling area.

I was sure that I had a picture of that load of canopies on this computer but I can’t find it, sorry.

Damn, now I’m cranky, have a happy fucking day. LOL…. Hugs…. BBC

I don’t care

I know that I’m not going to get what I want for Christmas, so I don’t care if anyone else gets what they want for Christmas. That is how I’m feeling about that today.

I note that there have been more than what seems normal electrical shortages around this country. You can thank the capitalists for that, they talked the government into taking over our electrical grids. Downed trees cause a lot of those shortages, by now all the lines should have been underground but the capitalists are too busy putting the money in their pockets. Basic services should always be controlled by governments.

COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo. - The deadly shooting sprees at a megachurch and a missionary training school were believed to have been carried out by the same person — a 24-year-old suburban Denver man who "hated Christians," a law enforcement official told The Associated Press.

I’m not fond of them (and their religions) myself, but I’m not about to go around killing them.

35 degrees this morning, not to bad.

Even though I haven’t found my Paint Shop Pro graphics program yet I can still use it on the new computer being as they put a copy of this hard drive on it. I just located the program in that file and made a shortcut on the desktop to it.

People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use properly.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Being creative

Helen was given a box of Cheesy Scalloped Potatoes. Dried potato chips more or less, with a pack of powdered sauce mix. Helen’s idea of cooking is to heat up water for instant oatmeal or soup. So it’s up to me to be creative and figure out to make up meals and dishes based on what food I have around here.

So I mixed it up and added a half-pound of sausage, a bunch of real shredded cheese, and put a layer of made from scratch biscuit mix on it. Baked it in the oven at 450 for a half-hour and it was super good.

Here is a link to some of the web cams in the area. One is mounted on the roof of a hotel and points toward the waterfront. The building on the right with a sign on the side of it is Zak’s tavern. Across the street, but not seen by the web cam is the Family Shoe Store. There used to be a whorehouse in the top story and it’s pretty much the same as it was back then. One of the tourist attractions I guess, maybe I should go have a look someday.
LOCAL WEB CAMS

Some 18,000 pilgrims attend mass, 07 December 2007. Catholics began marking Saturday 150 years since a young shepherdess saw visions of the Virgin Mary, with thousands of pilgrims expected at her shrine at Lourdes over the next year, including Pope Benedict XVI…*Rolls eyes*

I was over to Helen’s for a while listening to the old time music played on the radio every Sunday evening. Remember this song? “Take good care of yourself, you belong to me”. Well, don’t we all belong to each other? We are after all a part of each other. And if all of this mess didn’t bother me so much at times I wouldn’t have an extra two or three beers some nights.

And how about Doris Day and “Singing in the rain and ready for love again”? So I’m in a pretty good mood and dancing around Helen’s kitchen while playing an air piano or guitar and acting like the idiot I sometimes am and her knees are so bad that she can’t get up and join me so she amuses herself with my antics. Well, that’s not really being an idiot, it’s more like being ‘pagan’ (Not acknowledging the God of Christianity and Judaism and Islam). Opps, we just wandered over to the deep end of my brain pool, did you have your life preserver on?

(CNN) - A gunman attacked worshippers at a Colorado Springs, Colorado, megachurch Sunday afternoon, killing one person and wounding four others before being killed by a security staff member, the city's police chief said.

I’m not fond of mega churches, or organized religions, they are so stupid and cause so many problems on this planet. But it is so stupid to be going into them and killing others. I swear, I’m surrounded by frigging idiots.

I will now post this and it will become registered ® and recorded mumbling added to all the other mumbling out there. Until mankind gets it together, if he/she/it, ever does everything is chaos. It’s a lot like “What the fuck, run amok”.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

A short Sunday post

After attending the war protest yesterday I stopped into beer church as I haven’t been there for about a week. Rod and Char go there every Saturday and I like to visit with them for a while. Judy took the picture of us. My years are starting to show on me, I’ve been down a lot of roads and not all of them were paved. That’s okay, I wouldn’t change anything in the past if I lived it again. I’m not concerned with the past, just the future.

If you want to see if I’m in jail you can check our online jail roster. Of course if I was in jail I couldn’t do this post. Our Jail Roster

Hey, have a great day, hugs… BBC

Saturday stuff

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, the lamb turned out to be a ram and Mary had a little lamb.

What is your larger self? The planet and all that is on it. Any questions?

Geez, when ya wander around just being honest and truthful it causes some women to get their knockers all knotted up. *Here hon, let me help you with those* (fiddle, fiddle) Well, I am a man and most of us like to fiddle with knobs. LOL

I’ve almost got my new computer all tweaked and fine tuned the way I want it. But won’t start using it until after the first of the year when my broadband service starts. I hate to pay the extra money for broadband but I’m tired of using a modem.

Any extra money I spend on myself means that I can’t help these ladies as much.
These ladies
They are local ladies, I know some of them, and I trust them to use the money properly. I’m not a rich man, I want what I can give to be effective. And the site has a blog link on it in case you want to leave a comment.

When sending money to large organizations (and I’m not saying we shouldn’t do that) a lot of the money is often filtered off. There is plenty of greed in that system, or in the people they often hand it over to.

Why am I losing faith in humanity one person at a time? Janis wants you to go over to have a look at her new goodies, you be the judge on that. I have no idea what a woman and child sitting under a tree starving to death would think of them, but you might enjoy them. I walk a lot, for some silly reason I thought my ten-dollar shoes were just fine, silly me.
Janis

A lot of women just don’t seem to get it that men are starting to get sick and tired of them always wanting so much. They can have it of course, but they will have to work to get it on their own. I guess I won’t be visiting that blog much, seeing things like that bothers me too much.

Remember now, there is an email link in my profile if anyone wants to send me love letters or hate mail. Put something in the subject line that makes sense or I may not read it, just dump it with the spam there that I don’t look at.

Have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Beans

Beans, beans, the musical food, the more you eat the more you toot. The more you toot the better you feel, so why not eat beans for every meal?

Are you done Christmas shopping? I haven’t even started yet. Well, I’m not doing any Christmas shopping other than buying a few candy bars for Helen, neither of us are into all that.

Don’t tell Helen (the lady next door that I fix meals for) that I put Kahlua in the pizza crust mix. *smirks*

When I get up in the morning and look around the world at what is going on I think to myself “Boy, these monkeys are sure a bunch of Bozo’s”. I get so worked up about some things that I just have to come here and be goofy sometimes to keep some sort of sanity. To honor all that I am.

What programs do you use most on your computer? My two most used ones are the Email program and my word processing program. So I have it set up so that when I power up the computer in the mornings those two programs automatically open, along with my Internet connection window. After I get the bed made and coffee started all I have to do is sit down and hit the log on icon.

Metrosexual: An urban-living, fashion-conscious man; a heterosexual with many attributes commonly attributed to gay men….. According to my word web dictionary. Well, I’m a country boy, I’ll always be a country boy, if I have to dress up fancy all the time to empress someone I don’t need them in my life because all that is just so vain.

Navy Chaplain Gets 2 Years for Sex Crime. Lt. Cmdr. John Thomas Lee, 42, of Burke, Va., pleaded guilty to forcible sodomy with the midshipman, aggravated assault on the officer and other crimes after reaching a plea agreement with prosecutors at a court-martial at Quantico Marine Corps Base, south of Washington. Lee, a Catholic priest, was assigned to the academy from 2003 to 2006 and later to Quantico. He was relieved of his duties in June.

I knew as soon as I saw the headline that it would be a Catholic priest. That religion is so sick. I know that because I was sort of brought up as a Catholic as my mother was one. What a brainwashing religion. Anyone that claims to be a Catholic should hang their head in shame for the problems that religion has caused on this planet.

Terrorist: George Bush included: Little dicked bug fucker.

I sit here and worry about the world going to pot and so many others are out shopping helping it go to pot. Will blogs help fix the world? I don’t see that right now, it’s all so fragmented. I could even say autistic like, not focused. But maybe dyslectic would be a better word. I should just sit outside and blow soap bubbles.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

A nice day yesterday

It was pretty nice here yesterday, no rain, warm enough, the sun came out at times. I picked some more apples off the tree, that tree sure makes a lot of apples. Split some of Helen’s firewood, started reading my XP for dummies book and tweaking my new computer, and went to Rick’s shop in the evening for a few beers and some bullshit. So it was a pretty okay day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse.

Back when I got my first multimedia computer and got on the Internet I discovered online chat and often visited a chat site that I don’t recall the name of. WSB I think, it shut down years ago. I got an email from an old chat friend yesterday, the only one that has stayed in contact with me over the years, she only sends me a few emails a year but it’s always nice to hear from her. She sent me some Calvin snowman cartoons, one is posted here.

Here is an interesting tip I spotted yesterday for those that have DSL service and maybe can’t get on the Internet. Please do not press the reset button on your modem or router; however, if you are unable to connect, it will be necessary to unplug your modem or router for 10 seconds and then plug the power back in. Then restart your PC to restore your internet service.

No one has ever been able to domesticate the African elephant. Only the Indian elephant can be trained by man. (I don’t know if that is true, I just throw shit on the wall to see what sticks)

A bear and a rabbit are in the woods. The bear asks the rabbit, "Do you have trouble with shit sticking to your fur?" The rabbit replies, "No, I don't." So the bear grabs the rabbit and wipes his ass with him.

Hey, have a great day, hugs… BBC

Not much to say today

Blogs are pretty much just a wasted of time anyway. Even though parts of the country got hit with some nasty storms and floods the area I'm in is in what is called a 'rain shadow' and a lot of the really nasty storms often miss us, go over us.

It rained for three days, but just west of here they got hit hard with high winds and the roads to them are blocked with down trees and such.

We didn't even lose our electricity here so that is good. It has stopped raining and is supposed to be nice for a few days so things will dry out some. In fact it was pretty warm yesterday for this time of year even though it rained a fair amount.

Hey, have a great day, hope that all is well with everyone, hugs... BBC

Welcome child

You were just born in America, your share of the national debt, what you owe the government, is over thirty thousand dollars. And it will be much more by the time you reach your working years. How do you feel about that? Will you think that your parents and leaders were fools?

Parts of the country got some big winter storms, and some people died because they didn’t have sense enough to stay home, or be extra careful if they really did have to venture out, like to a job. Or shopping, how sensible is it to just go shopping during a nasty storm? I hardly think that the risk to ones life is worth it, but what do I know. Maybe some people don’t value their lives all that much considering all I see them doing.

It started snowing here and then warmed up and turned to rain, and more rain, and even more rain, it is still raining.. It sure is plenty wet around here, but hopefully the snow pack is building up in the mountains for use next summer.

I removed the hard drive from this computer yesterday and took it and the new computer to the shop and they transferred most of the files I wanted transferred, plus put a copy of the whole drive on the new unit so if they missed something I can easily fetch it. And they installed a Firefox browser for me.

Hey, have a great day, be careful out there, hugs…. BBC