Thursday, November 03, 2005
Watershed Acceptance
Here I am an English major and I couldn't get anything I've submitted accepted by the college literary magazine. This really sucks. Then came this semester. It's pretty funny that they accepted a photograph. Its not even from this century. Its from the 20th century, around 1983. I took it in London. The photo is a real slice of life. Three men on a London bus are seen looking at some event outside and ahead of the doubledecker bus they are riding. So, I'll have to put a copy up here for you.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Who's on the money?
In 1983 I went to Europe for 6 months. This is the Irish pound from that time. I don't know but I imagine they use the Euro by now.Wondering who was the lady on the bill, I decided to ask the man who ran a small shop in Cork Ireland. He was friendly enough but hadn't a clue. Hear for yourself how he handled this curious tourist.
Click on the Irish pound to hear his explanation.
Shapeshifter
Though I've only known the Tragic Prince a limited time, its hard to believe the changes in his appearance. I know people change but he is a shapeshifter!In a matter of months he can go from innocent looking lad to seriously stoic or appearing like a completely different person. Seldom do you meet somone so plastic in thier ability to change. Its fascinating. ...and a little creepy.
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
The Night that I saw Dead Can Dance
Dead can Dance at the paramount theatre in Oakland last wednesday night.
The beauty of it all is that I don't even know thier names! She has a magnificent voice, his is a wonder as well. The singing they do is beyond comprehension. She channels some strange lilting and ongoing spirit of a song several times during a concert. (once is enough fo rme) But he can hold your attention with ease. The audience was a mixed group of homosexual couples that were of varying shades of wierd. Leather seems popular with that crowd. Pete was amazed at the appearance of one concert goer. It was dressed in a long coat covering a short dress and multicolored tights. The shoes were at least 4 inch platforms, silver. The hair was afro'd and blue. We took bets on the gender and I was right, male, barely.
She sang "Wind in the Barley". He sang any number of songs, too many to mention. What a treat to be there in that place listening to one of my favorite bands ever. Never thought I'd see them. The crowd in and of itself was fun to experience. While eating at Boston Market I tried to avoid eye contact with a homeless fellow who meander'd in. He didn't look me in the eye till he was outside unlocking his bike. His eyes locked onto mine with an "I'm gonna kill you" look. Glad to get out of there.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Sayings You Can Live By
You will be found in a ditch wearing a monkey suit.
When you think things can only get worse, remember the Alamo.
Sometimes it seems as if Tarzan isn’t real.
It’s funny how you can be in the house and out of your mind at the same time.
If you aspire to greatness never forget the little people because no one likes a sad midget.
Happiness is a process not a result. Paychecks are a result not a process. Some cheese is processed too.
Never judge a man till you wear his socks for a mile and walk in someone else’s shoes.
Dyslexic people have troubling remember what to say next.
Keep your wits about you; pile them in nice stacks and not too high.
Try to imagine yourself in a house without chairs. Now what?
People in stone houses shouldn’t wear glasses.
Calm, cool and colitis, that’s you.
Ghandi was anorexic but covered it with ideals.
The lazy man uses a car, the smart man a calculator.
Give me liberty or give me some kind of warning.
In the house of pancakes everyone is equal.
When you think things can only get worse, remember the Alamo.
Sometimes it seems as if Tarzan isn’t real.
It’s funny how you can be in the house and out of your mind at the same time.
If you aspire to greatness never forget the little people because no one likes a sad midget.
Happiness is a process not a result. Paychecks are a result not a process. Some cheese is processed too.
Never judge a man till you wear his socks for a mile and walk in someone else’s shoes.
Dyslexic people have troubling remember what to say next.
Keep your wits about you; pile them in nice stacks and not too high.
Try to imagine yourself in a house without chairs. Now what?
People in stone houses shouldn’t wear glasses.
Calm, cool and colitis, that’s you.
Ghandi was anorexic but covered it with ideals.
The lazy man uses a car, the smart man a calculator.
Give me liberty or give me some kind of warning.
In the house of pancakes everyone is equal.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
This Is the New Blog
If you are here for the first time its because this is the new blog. The old one was not respected by some. I dumped the old addy so I could start clean. The old posts are here, only somewhat out of order. (I mean big time.) The videos are here, just scroll down. There is no archiving of the old posts, they were all added the same day. So, happy hunting.
Carfan and Foozle the Droid
The receiver in his headset crackled, “I thought you said it was locked?”
“It is. I don’t know how they’re getting in.”
“Damn you Foozle, you were to secure the hatch before even one of them could get so much as a toe, whatever they have, inside. Where’s your head fool?”
“You know my head is in my ass. That’s how you engineered me. Do you wish for me to repeat my specifications? I am a class 2g …”
“Shut up Foozle, we have work to do. Get that hatch secured. I’ll try to fend off the few that have made their way to the galley.”
“I shall pull my head out and secure the hatch, sir.”
With that, Foozle strode down the hall to the hatch leading to the loading dock. Scurrying on the ceiling were two of the creatures he was sure he had blocked entrance to. His radio spoke, “Fooz, any sign of them?”
“Yes captain, there are two in the hall here.”
“Kill them, now.”“How, sir”“Tell them a bad joke, you know the drill.”
“Yes sir.”
He called out to the menacing duo creeping in his direction, “you two, what do you call a droid in a blender?”They stopped and looked at each other, sensing their fate.“Scrap metal”. They exploded on the spot. Foozle tapped his communicator and called to Carfan, “they’ve been dispatched sir. How are you doing?”
There was static for a few seconds before he heard the captain yelling, “to get to the other side!” followed by an explosion.“What is it Foozle?”
“I have eliminated the two here in the hall and am proceeding to check the hatch. It is secure sir. There is no way they could have entered with the door in this position.”
“You’re sure that’s how you left it?”
“Yes sir”.
“Alright, run a scan on the ship and see if we’ve missed any.”
Green lights traced across the small screen in Foozles’ hand. “No sign of them sir. I think the ship is clean.”
“It is. I don’t know how they’re getting in.”
“Damn you Foozle, you were to secure the hatch before even one of them could get so much as a toe, whatever they have, inside. Where’s your head fool?”
“You know my head is in my ass. That’s how you engineered me. Do you wish for me to repeat my specifications? I am a class 2g …”
“Shut up Foozle, we have work to do. Get that hatch secured. I’ll try to fend off the few that have made their way to the galley.”
“I shall pull my head out and secure the hatch, sir.”
With that, Foozle strode down the hall to the hatch leading to the loading dock. Scurrying on the ceiling were two of the creatures he was sure he had blocked entrance to. His radio spoke, “Fooz, any sign of them?”
“Yes captain, there are two in the hall here.”
“Kill them, now.”“How, sir”“Tell them a bad joke, you know the drill.”
“Yes sir.”
He called out to the menacing duo creeping in his direction, “you two, what do you call a droid in a blender?”They stopped and looked at each other, sensing their fate.“Scrap metal”. They exploded on the spot. Foozle tapped his communicator and called to Carfan, “they’ve been dispatched sir. How are you doing?”
There was static for a few seconds before he heard the captain yelling, “to get to the other side!” followed by an explosion.“What is it Foozle?”
“I have eliminated the two here in the hall and am proceeding to check the hatch. It is secure sir. There is no way they could have entered with the door in this position.”
“You’re sure that’s how you left it?”
“Yes sir”.
“Alright, run a scan on the ship and see if we’ve missed any.”
Green lights traced across the small screen in Foozles’ hand. “No sign of them sir. I think the ship is clean.”
January 20th 2004 12:30'ish
It is over one year now
And home movies once filled with recent faces
become resurrections,
from Valhalla
carrying stories from a thousand viewings
but cheer me no more.
How many times he popped that cork,
And she rode that pony at the picnic
I cannot venture to say.
The pumpkin man will scare Frankie forever.
And the young mother will always
Smile from behind the sugar frosted flakes
with that cigarette in her hand.
Its just that soon no one will know their names
And the passion so embedded in the Moments
becomes too bright to look upon.
And home movies once filled with recent faces
become resurrections,
from Valhalla
carrying stories from a thousand viewings
but cheer me no more.
How many times he popped that cork,
And she rode that pony at the picnic
I cannot venture to say.
The pumpkin man will scare Frankie forever.
And the young mother will always
Smile from behind the sugar frosted flakes
with that cigarette in her hand.
Its just that soon no one will know their names
And the passion so embedded in the Moments
becomes too bright to look upon.
Going Home After a Long Day
the Tragic Prince, on his white horse, sped off to the land of Gold seeking rest and recuperation from the battles of the day. No dragons sought his breath. No ogres desired his death. He fought sounds that came soft or not at all; sleep, the only respite from the barrage of unintelligible sounds. He rushes to sleep and sweet relief. All I can do is look at the dust from the hooves and think how good that sleep must be.
Onions
When you say you have no opinionI
doubt you mean what you say.
and when I peel your onion
I wonder at the way your minions
remain to this very day.
For if you mean what you say to me
I will not be here for that much longer.
and if you tell me again the words
I long to hear will I believe them?
I could never have been so wrong dear.
doubt you mean what you say.
and when I peel your onion
I wonder at the way your minions
remain to this very day.
For if you mean what you say to me
I will not be here for that much longer.
and if you tell me again the words
I long to hear will I believe them?
I could never have been so wrong dear.
Nice To Be Noticed
As I walked along the campus eating a hotdog I felt a hand tap my shoulder. It was a long haired fellow holding a napkin. He said, "You dropped your napkin." I thanked him and he said, "I've seen you eat, your'e gonna need it." He smiled and walked on ahead. Nice to be noticed.
Engine on Order
The Tragic Prince came for a week. He ordered the engine for the Mach 5 and needed refuge from the high mountain cabin fever he was undergoing. Once in a while you need to come down from the mountain and take a nice shower and eat some brocolli. Thus he did. He painted with me the portch undergoing a makeover. It is closer to being finished than at anytime in the past or present. I'm proud of his willing work efforts. Few can make me laugh like the Prince.
There is peace now and reconcilliation's sweet sleep to be had. I know now that all is well in the kingdom.
Except of course the death of my computer. UGH.
They're all gonna laugh at you!
Not if I can help it.
There is peace now and reconcilliation's sweet sleep to be had. I know now that all is well in the kingdom.
Except of course the death of my computer. UGH.
They're all gonna laugh at you!
Not if I can help it.
The Week From Auto Hell
Every once in a while things get outta hand. I will freely admit that this was the case in the week just past. To keep it simple this past week was complicated. On Monday the Tragic Prince called to ask if I would send a rescue party for him if he didn't get to my house by 8pm. He was driving from Clearlake. I said, "OK". When it became 8:15 with no sign of him I went to pick up a friend and set out on a search. Fortunately my cell rang with news that he'd arrived. I turned around and went home. He spent the night expecting to go home the next day. It turned out that his registration on the car had expired. We went to the DMV and waited forever where we had to pay fines and such. He needed a smog check so we made an appointment for the next day. We drove to the college to tie up some loose ends for his start of college on monday of next week. That day was long. We went to the smog guy and the machine was down for most of the day. We had time to kill. While driving in Yuba City we heard a noise of epic proportions from the right rear tire. We took it across the street and found that the back plate on the brakes was loose. They tightened it for us and $25.00 later we were on our way. We returned to the smog guy and found that it wasnt going to happen that day. We returned home with the new pulley and removed the alternator. We returned to Yuba city with the pulley and the alternator. Bill put the pulley on and noticed that the alternator had a bad connection. We called NAPA parts for an exchange as the alternator was under warranty and they said it wouldn't be in till the next day. We took the pulley off and went home. The next day when the alternator arrived we exchanged it and had Bill put the pulley on. When we returned home and installed it the car started. The Tragic Prince took it for a test drive. When he returned he tried to start it. NO GO! We inspected the ignition and charging system to find that the module, cap and rotor were bad. So we replaced them. The car started. We went to bed confident that the next day we would take it to smog and he'd be on his way. The next day it wouldn't start. So we bought a coil and installed it. The car started and we left to Yuba City for a 4:30 pm smog check. ON the way there the battery was reading a discharge, light on, needle in the negative! So we stopped the car to inspect the cables. We abandoned the trip to the smog but unfortunately the Tragic Prince lost the key to the engine compartment. We couldn't work on it until we found the key. It was late by then so we waited till morning to work on it.On Saturday morning we drove to his brother's place to get an extra key. Sadly he had every other one but the one to the trunk! We bought a new lock and drilled out the old one. We took off the alternator and removed the battery. We had both checked at Kragens. BOTH WERE BAD! Even though they were new. At this point we bought an alternator at Kragens, drove to Yuba City and returned the 7th alternator from NAPA, and exchanged the battery on warranty at WalMart. We got home and installed them. We at last solved the problem! That baby purred. After a long and tense week the Tragic Prince is home. Now Monday he can start college with a car that runs reliably. Let's hope some other part doesn't crap out. If so I know I'll get a call.Did I say School monday? Here we go again.
Link to Upload Site (as required)
Here is a place where you can upload files for viewing on your log. I have to put this link, so here it is": http://www.putfile.com
Driving and Screaming are a Strange Combo
Driving to Yuba City the other day I experienced something quite unusual. Though it has been some time since my mind has thrown me unexpectedly into the hospital room with my dying mother, it is nonetheless vivid when it happens. This time I didn't rationalize it away. I refused not to react in pure terror. While driving down the highway I began screaming. My screams must have been very loud because my throat hurt afterwards and still does three days later. At first it was a primal scream void of words. Then it became, "Dont Die!" It was as if it were out of my control though I knew I could stop it if I wanted. I didn't want to. Some part of me decided that this had to happen as if vomiting emotionally. There was no recalling this escaping burst of pain. I was exhausted and weeping afterwards but satisfied in a way I haven't known since her death. I needed to do it and am glad it happened. The mind is powerful. Night Mom.
Thanks William
Sonnet 121
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
For why should others false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling but by others' seeing:
For why should others false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight, though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad, and in their badness reign.
Run They are on Thier Way!
War of the Worlds;
In this war there are worlds. The worlds are at war. The warriors are worldly and from space. They shoot people and fight a war against this world. Tom Cruise runs around a lot and cant believe that anyone would attack our world. Neat lightening and asphalt lifting up beneath people’s feet is awesome. I would see it again just to look at it. Many will hate it for being simplistic. I care not. It's fun and funny and peopled with people who run around waiting to become potter's ash.
Go see the remake and say to yourself, “I never thought I’d see Worlds at War.”
In this war there are worlds. The worlds are at war. The warriors are worldly and from space. They shoot people and fight a war against this world. Tom Cruise runs around a lot and cant believe that anyone would attack our world. Neat lightening and asphalt lifting up beneath people’s feet is awesome. I would see it again just to look at it. Many will hate it for being simplistic. I care not. It's fun and funny and peopled with people who run around waiting to become potter's ash.
Go see the remake and say to yourself, “I never thought I’d see Worlds at War.”
The Laggard Self
“I suppose it is the nature of things that, as one ages, one is obliged
to witness the gradual loss of all that one has ever cared for until the laggard self slips into what is, at the end, an altogether commonplace
and so common darkness.”
to witness the gradual loss of all that one has ever cared for until the laggard self slips into what is, at the end, an altogether commonplace
and so common darkness.”
General Sissyneck
This is one of those days when you wonder how you were born. There is a semblence of order but it is only for fast food. I got a little Star Wars wind up thing at BK yesterday. I don't know what I'll do with it. Some Korean kid probably made it in a sweat shop in Seoul. Austin will like it I'd imagine. You wind up the dirty little guy and he swings two light sabers in circles... Its the bad robot guy in the Sith movie. General Sissyneck or something.
Remember when you were young? You shone bright like the Sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Remember when you were young? You shone bright like the Sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
A Limerick too long
There once was a genius named Shamus
about this he never was squeemish
Just to be rude
He did math in the nude
His parents exclaimed, what Genius? You shame us!
about this he never was squeemish
Just to be rude
He did math in the nude
His parents exclaimed, what Genius? You shame us!
Please orgive me
There will be a birth among the bushmen this day and I'll remember where I put my keys. Did you ever lose something? I often misplace my letter "F".
ortunately it worked that time. I've never had this problem beore, but within the last month my keyboard reuses to accept an "". Oh, here and there it works fine, see?
Imagine there's no hunger
it isn't hard to do
Kentucky Fried and Big Macs
Destroy your liver too.
You may say I'm a glutton
but I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
and the world will swell as one.
ortunately it worked that time. I've never had this problem beore, but within the last month my keyboard reuses to accept an "". Oh, here and there it works fine, see?
Imagine there's no hunger
it isn't hard to do
Kentucky Fried and Big Macs
Destroy your liver too.
You may say I'm a glutton
but I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
and the world will swell as one.
Caboosie Films Presentation
Today was a day of toxic waste. Me father and I loaded the puck ip full of old pain cans and varicous other forms of toxic substantialces. When we arivaled at the dump station the man told us we were not bringing the right stuff and take it back. So we drove it all home again. I unloaded it until next friday where they will take it at the hazardous dump site.
Nice time spent with Austin and Miles. In and Out Burgers all'round. Brought Austin copies of the Caboosie Films Presentation logo.
Words of wisdom: "Give me liberty or give me some of those pop rocks things."
Nice time spent with Austin and Miles. In and Out Burgers all'round. Brought Austin copies of the Caboosie Films Presentation logo.
Words of wisdom: "Give me liberty or give me some of those pop rocks things."
Something's Fishy
Before the rains I had to lash the boat to the dock. We knew it was coming by the red in the sky and the yellow in my uncle's eye. He was a drinker of great fame. I saw there was no point in leaving the tarp piled next to the boat and so I covered as much of the contents as I could before the first drops began to land on shoulders.
The farthest thing from my mind was that there would be any form of sea life watching. They were though. Two perch were just below the water looking at my hurried motions. They laughed and then turned tail and dove beneath the boat. I felt violated. I wanted to throw a car battery at them. I wanted to fry them for dinner and without warning. I cant say any more its too hard to talk about it right now.
The farthest thing from my mind was that there would be any form of sea life watching. They were though. Two perch were just below the water looking at my hurried motions. They laughed and then turned tail and dove beneath the boat. I felt violated. I wanted to throw a car battery at them. I wanted to fry them for dinner and without warning. I cant say any more its too hard to talk about it right now.
Flattery Will Get You Noseware
When I came to this morning after a long nap of a night, I found that I was better looking than every before. What a release that was! Some people spend thier whole life imagining that they look better, but I dont have to either.
My dream; I'm in a bookstore where there are books. Good so far, eh? Then I see they have reprints of Grapefruit
My dream; I'm in a bookstore where there are books. Good so far, eh? Then I see they have reprints of Grapefruit
Driving Along Time is a lot of Driving
Driving along time is a lot of driving. In a car small as mine, driving can seem longer time than normally it seems. We yesterday driving to Davis in California too. Chinese food so tatsy had eating we both with his relatives Granny and Aunt. Me? Just a showfur and a long time driving to enjoyablement for me. How do you spell road triplet?
Some once upon a time capsule we conveyed our selves to the point of exit. Each exit is an entrance as you know. Already. Then came the trip back stabber. Home again home again once only but twice repeated is confusing and not helping, agree? I thought I lost my front wheel but found it was only turning in circles. I loved the trip and both of the directions I traveled. Here and there and inbetween they were all places I'll never forget to remember.How's your day?
Some once upon a time capsule we conveyed our selves to the point of exit. Each exit is an entrance as you know. Already. Then came the trip back stabber. Home again home again once only but twice repeated is confusing and not helping, agree? I thought I lost my front wheel but found it was only turning in circles. I loved the trip and both of the directions I traveled. Here and there and inbetween they were all places I'll never forget to remember.How's your day?
No Other Riders Today Thank You
Last night he came through my room. I felt the air change and heard the blinds rattle. The cold feel of the back of his hand across my cheek stirred me from my sleep. I looked to see his cowl from behind as he went through the door. I mean he went through the door. Unfortunately his scythe wasn't so nimble and it hit the top of the doorway and was violently jarred from his hand. It hit the floor and thumped on the rug. Kinda got a bonus there.
Long drive today, I hope he isn't looking for a ride.
Long drive today, I hope he isn't looking for a ride.
The Revenge of the Stiff or, Star Wars Returns!
So, Star Wars fans may once again stand in line weilding plastic weapons that make noise just like George used to make. Ah yes, the sound of John Williams music so well pounded into our ears by the first three classics is once again whittling away at our attention span. These days young Jedi's sit crossed legged in line for the show as they play the game on thier laptop. The ending is no secret, if they beat the game.For this reason I am hereby giving fair warning that this movie is a throwback to the kind of movie that you can eat popcorn too and wish you had milkduds. It wasn't dissapointing at all, it's just that the years have not been kind to tall men in hairy bigfoot outfits flying a spaceshit, er, ship. I thought it was "Harry and the Hendersons" go to Tatooie. Perhaps it is old eyes that are overwhelped by the images on the screen that are multiplied so many times by cgi that they look like mirrors in front of mirrors in front of mirrors in front of mirrors in front of Wookies!I am so pleased I have wheatable crackers here in front of me. If only the Cream Cheese were here instead of the main house, life would be complete. Hey, how about another action figure of Darth Zit or whatever?To bed and no, I have no Star Wars sheets.
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