Sunday, October 26, 2014


Sooo at this point when I decide toooo.....

You can fuck off,,,,,,,,,


Friday, October 24, 2014


"If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they have planned for you?


My parents taught me to be honest...

My teacher asked me what my favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken."
She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else laughed.

My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal.
I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.
He said they love animals very much.

I do, too, especially, chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.
I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.
The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.
She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again.
I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am.
Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most. I told her, "Colonel Sanders."

Guess where the f.... I am now...


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Embracing Ebola

Billy is a close friends daughters boyfriend, he graduated collage a couple years ago with a degree in aerospace engineering, Billy is a very bright young man with an incredibly calm demeanor for his age, the type of calmness, that I have uncomfortably embarrassed him a time or two by describing as having the "quiet confidence of a well hung man" you should see him and his girlfriend turn beet red with embarrassment.

I digress.

After Billy graduated he took a job, flying a corporate air plane for a gold mine in Guinea, Billy was making good money, experiencing parts of the world he may never have had a chance to without this job plus he was getting paid to rack up needed flight time.

When Billy returned home last year for a visit and never returned to his job, I was a little baffled, so when I saw him at the lake I ask him "WTF Dude?" He said the Ebola virus had gotten really bad in some of the areas he working in and it scared the shit out of him so he had quit the job and returned home. I told him that I was disappointed for him, but he had made the right discussion. That conversation happened last year, so I've been listening for the inevitable words Ebola and outbreak for sometime.

Those words started slipping into the U.S. media about 6 months ago.

I was confident the Ebola virus would have little effect on the United States as we have the CDC and those SOB's are bad ass and can contain and fight off any bat shit virus with their expertise and procedures. Well, I was obviously either ignorant or fucking delusional because it seems as if the CDC has gone the same way as other government agencies during the last 15 years and has become bloated and lead by egotistical assholes.

When a "leader" underestimates the disastrous effects of a national disaster or lets say the distinct possibility of an deadly bat shit viral epidemic being spread into the United States it should be seen quickly and the leadership that is lacking should be removed and replaced as in the case of director Dr. Tom Frieden this man may be a fantastic doctor and scientist and should continue in that position if so, but to allow him to continue as the spokes person for the CDC and especially in this Ebola situation is an unwise decision and needs to be re-thought. Dr. Frieden had his chance to instill confidence in the public and he blew it. At this point it does not matter what Dr. Frieden says, the CDC has been irresponsible with all of our lives. This is a matter of National Security and the CDC and our government has dropped the ball. 

One of my friends said "It's just the governments way of culling the herd." (Culling the herd involves separating the sickly or weaker animals from the stronger and healthier animals so as to increase the overall quality of the herd.)
As in less resources, less people, more resources, better life.  "I get it. I like those types of friends, they think outside of the box."

That intentional culling would be an intriguing possibility if the Ebola virus only killed the weak and sickly, however the virus does not discriminate and will kill all of us. Plus, one would have to believe our government has already produced the cure for the virus and has a stock pile of said cure for the elite. At this point I highly doubt that scenario.

I personally believe this is just another sign of a very arrogant and selfish generation of individuals in power (nothing to do with party lines) just leaders with an over all inability to see past their own narcissism, these individual leaders are for sale and increasingly responsive to special interests and not the public interest. This overall lacking in true ethical leaders and a health care industry that is more responsive to greed and personal bottom lines rather than "health care" is a recipe for disaster.

I also find it deeply disturbing that when a crew from NBC news went to Liberia to film within the effected infected areas that crew was allowed to return from Liberia to the U.S. as nonchalantly as if they were in Vermont covering the fall colors.

It is then discovered that the camera man was infected with Ebola while in Liberia so the entire crew including Dr. Nancy Snyderman agreed to a voluntary 21 day in home quarantine. Then within a few days Dr. Nancy Snyderman is seen breaking that quarantine at public restaurant picking up food.

Dr. Nancy Snyderman is the chief medical editor for NBC news, she is a doctor, a professional and a public spokes person for health care. She has failed her profession, ethics and the public with her irresponsible actions.

The New York Post. Washington Post, Huffington Post, CNN etc. have all done stories on Dr. Snydermans irresponsible actions and her lack luster apology. However, why has that story not been reported on any of the national news outlets, such as CBS, NBC or ABC ?   




Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Horatio Talbot

Just surfing along hanging ten and wham I slam into Horatio Talbot. My surfing has ended for today, I have found it the and I was...amazingly mesmerized for at least 20 minutes watching his numerous uploads.

Here is just one of the many wonderful masterpieces created by Mr. Talbot.

click here to view all of Horatio Talbot tube's


Monday, October 13, 2014



From the USA Today-

BAKERSFIELD, California (AP) — People dressed as clowns are causing a stir in California's San Joaquin Valley.
The latest after-dark sighting came Saturday, when police in Bakersfield responded around 8 p.m. to a report of a clown holding a firearm.
Officers searched but didn't find anyone.
The Bakersfield Californian reports that the latest sighting came after a week during which police received numerous calls about scary or mischievous clowns.

According to the newspaper, police said they have arrested one minor who acknowledged dressing up and chasing younger juveniles.

Ok funny, strange and why the fuck is this news ?
Yet the pictures I found on some other media sources on this story are




Mail One

Wasco Clown Facebook page

I've had more than a few friends who have issues with clowns (pussies).  However, one of them had a particularly horrible fear of midget clowns.

So at one of his birthday parties a few years ago I hired a midget stripper clown to entertain him and hang out with everyone, As an extra surprise I made a financial deal with her, I payed her extra every time she could sneak up on Rich and punch him in the balls.


I literally got a hernia from laughing so hard that night. Watching Rich while he tried to hide the fear in his eyes, plus his shock and pain from being scared and punched in the sack all evening by this midget stripper clown was Priceless. Well not really, it actually cost me a shit load of money.

I truly miss you my brother. RIP


Using your head ?


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Scatter them bombs like fairy dust.

Bomb Everyone

September 30, 2014

Humanitarian arguments, if consistently applied, could be used to flatten the entire Middle East

By George Monbiot, published in the Guardian 1st October 2014

Let’s bomb the Muslim world – all of it – to save the lives of its people. Surely this is the only consistent moral course? 

Why stop at blowing up Islamic State, when the Syrian government has murdered and tortured so many? This, after all, was last year’s moral imperative. What’s changed?

How about blasting the Shia militias in Iraq? One of them selected 40 people from the streets of Baghdad in June and murdered them for being Sunnis(1). Another massacred 68 people at a mosque in August(2). They now talk openly of “cleansing” and “erasure”(3), once Islamic State has been defeated. As a senior Shia politician warns, “we are in the process of creating Shia al-Qaida radical groups equal in their radicalisation to the Sunni Qaida.”(4)

What humanitarian principle instructs you to stop there? In Gaza this year, 2,100 Palestinians were massacred: including people taking shelter in schools and hospitals. Surely these atrocities demand an air war against Israel? And what’s the moral basis for refusing to liquidate Iran? Mohsen Amir-Aslani was hanged there last week for making “innovations in the religion” (suggesting that the story of Jonah in the Qu’ran was symbolic rather than literal)(5). Surely that should inspire humanitarian action from above? Pakistan is crying out for friendly bombs: an elderly British man, Mohammed Asghar, who suffers from paranoid schizophrenia, is, like other blasphemers, awaiting execution there after claiming to be a holy prophet(6). One of his prison guards has already shot him in the back.

Is there not an urgent duty to blow up Saudi Arabia? It has beheaded 59 people so far this year, for offences that include adultery, sorcery and witchcraft(7). It has long presented a far greater threat to the west than Isis now poses. In 2009 Hillary Clinton warned in a secret memo that “Saudi Arabia remains a critical financial support base for al-Qa’ida, the Taliban … and other terrorist groups.”(8) In July, the former head of MI6, Sir Richard Dearlove, revealed that Prince Bandar bin Sultan, until recently the head of Saudi intelligence, told him: “The time is not far off in the Middle East, Richard, when it will be literally ‘God help the Shia’. More than a billion Sunnis have simply had enough of them.”(9) Saudi support for extreme Sunni militias in Syria during Bandar’s tenure is widely blamed for the rapid rise of Isis(10,11). Why take out the subsidiary and spare the headquarters?

The humanitarian arguments aired in parliament last week(12), if consistently applied, could be used to flatten the entire Middle East and West Asia. By this means you could end all human suffering, liberating the people of these regions from the vale of tears in which they live.

Perhaps this is the plan: Barack Obama has now bombed seven largely-Muslim countries(13), in each case citing a moral imperative. The result, as you can see in Libya, Iraq, Pakistan, Afghanistan,Yemen, Somalia and Syria, has been the eradication of jihadi groups, of conflict, chaos, murder, oppression and torture. Evil has been driven from the face of the earth by the destroying angels of the west.

Now we have a new target, and a new reason to dispense mercy from the sky, with similar prospects of success. Yes, the agenda and practices of Isis are disgusting. It murders and tortures, terrorises and threatens. As Obama says, it is a “network of death”(14). But it’s one of many networks of death. Worse still, a western crusade appears to be exactly what it wants(15).

Already Obama’s bombings have brought Isis and Jabhat al-Nusra, a rival militia affiliated to Al Qaeda, together(16). More than 6,000 fighters have joined Isis since the bombardment began(17). They dangled the heads of their victims in front of the cameras as bait for war planes. And our governments were stupid enough to take it.

And if the bombing succeeds? If – and it’s a big if – it manages to tilt the balance against Isis, what then? Then we’ll start hearing once more about Shia death squads and the moral imperative to destroy them too – and any civilians who happen to get in the way. The targets change; the policy doesn’t. Never mind the question, the answer is bombs. In the name of peace and the preservation of life, our governments wage perpetual war.

While the bombs fall, our states befriend and defend other networks of death. The US government still refuses – despite Obama’s promise – to release the 28 redacted pages from the Joint Congressional Inquiry into 9/11, which document Saudi Arabian complicity in the attack on America(18). In the UK, in 2004 the Serious Fraud Office began investigating allegations of massive bribes paid by the British weapons company BAE to Saudi ministers and middlemen. Just as the crucial evidence was about to be released, Tony Blair intervened to stop the investigation(19). The biggest alleged beneficiary was Prince Bandar, mentioned above. The Serious Fraud Office was investigating a claim that, with the approval of the British government, he received £1bn in secret payments from BAE(20).

And still it goes on. Last week’s Private Eye, drawing on a dossier of recordings and emails, alleges that a British company has paid £300m in bribes to facilitate weapons sales to the Saudi National Guard(21). When a whistleblower in the company reported these payments to the British ministry of defense, instead of taking action it alerted his bosses. He had to flee the country to avoid being thrown into a Saudi jail. Smirking, lying, two-faced bastards – this scarcely begins to touch it.
There are no good solutions that military intervention by the UK or the US can engineer. There are political solutions in which our governments could play a minor role: supporting the development of effective states that don’t rely on murder and militias, building civic institutions that don’t depend on terror, helping to create safe passage and aid for people at risk. Oh, and ceasing to protect and sponsor and arm selected networks of death. Whenever our armed forces have bombed or invaded Muslims nations, they have made life worse for those who live there. The regions in which our governments have intervened most are those which suffer most from terrorism and war. That is neither coincidental nor surprising.

Yet our politicians affect to learn nothing. Insisting that more killing will magically resolve deep-rooted conflicts, they scatter bombs like fairy dust.


Monday, September 22, 2014

Big loud fucking dog.

I'm awake way too early this morning, this seems to be an unfortunate pattern lately, well it’s not my pattern, it’s actually the pattern of the animals that live in my neighborhood.  I’m baffled as to how this has happened.  I live in a very suburban older neighborhood built in the early 70’s in a somewhat affluent area of town, I do not live in a farm community or next door to an animal shelter or in the hood, so why the fuck is there a roaster crowing across the street from my home every damn morning. "Hey neighbor !!"  I do not give a fuck if you want fresh eggs, straight out of the chickens butt... there is a Piggly Wiggly a few blocks away, buy your eggs like everyone else.

 Once that damn cock starts a crowing, two or three dogs start howling and barking in a type of unison, This all begins at 4:30 am and continues well past 5:00 am every god damn day…? It’s like a fucking animal opera outside my window.  It starts about a block away, with what I can only imagine is one big fucking dog, who’s owner has to be awake at 4:30 am and when his owners alarm goes off, this big loud fucking dog thinks this is also a good time to make his needs known, as in, "BARK,bark, bark hey owner you left me chained up outside all night, how about giving me some fucking food" " Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, bark, more barking and then more barking and then every dog in a two block radius feels the need to start barking, for fuck sake bark, bark, bark, bark , bark  barking for easily 30 straight minutes, then the cock starts a crowing,
(Do roasters taste like chicken?)

 I have experienced the exact time it takes a grown adult to wake up, take a shower, get ready for work and retrieve some kibble and stroll outside to feed the dog before leaving for work, and it is awful close to that time frame. However I don’t think this pencil dick has a clue that the whole time he is in the shower his fucking big ass dog is barking it’s fucking head off and has started a dog revolt in the neighborhood. This one lonely big ass loud dog is not only disturbing the peace of the whole damn neighborhood but has me thinking in a passive aggressive manner.  

I’m thinking about having a block party for my neighbors and their pets, Maybe, I'll serve "chicken wings." I’ll make up flyers and stable them to the power poles plus hand them out on my morning walk.
It will be so much fun to meet all my neighbors and their lovely pets and when that big loud fucking dog and his pencil dick owner show up at my party, I will be kicking both of them in the balls, Bastards.

“Curmudgeon, curmudgeon.”


Sunday, September 21, 2014

Man Crush

So, I watched, the band, The 1975 on guitar center sessions last night,  I kept talking about this song and the grove of the lead singer, now Alicia is teasing me, she keeps saying, that I have a man crush on Matty Healy.

I've been trying to tell her, it's the mathematical approach to their pop music that caught my attention, just like the music back in the 80's you know that kind of brainless pop with no real redeemable value.....I think all she hears me say is  blah blah blah
And she just keeps saying....."bro'mance you got a crush on Matty...crush on Matty...." I'm starting to remember why, I was a bachelor for so long....

However, she might be right,  he is"OmGz hAwT" kind of like Kasey Kahne.


Friday, September 19, 2014


Alicia and I are making our way, out of Dillard's, frikin 40% off sale or some bull shit, she had to go, So, I had to go, I'll never understand that crap, anyway, as we walked past the lady's dressing rooms we both spotted the 20 something year old hipster, literally hanging on one of the changing room doors, talking to his 20 something year girl friend we can all see her, over the door ledge,
And what words do we hear coming from his lips?

 "Damn it Lizzie, You can’t start a fire, worrying about your little world, falling apart !!"

I busted out, laughing my ass off, I started laughing so hard I dropped two of my girlfriends bags, I stopped walking to regain my composure and pick up her bags, while I was stopped and stooped, she just kept walking, like she didn't know who the crazy old man was, laughing his ass off between the Ralph Lauren and the Antonio Melani. She says I embarrass her. She's right, I do.

 But not as embarrassed as that hipster was, when I started laughing my ass off at what he said, especially, while I was stopped and stooped,  I looked him right in the eyes, winked and said " You go, Bruce" and strolled after my girlfriend.


The captains list

I Love Lucy (television)
Moon Landing
Berlin Wall (Up & Down)
Steve Jobs (Apple)
Thai Food
Star Wars/Trek
Nirvana (Band)
Rocky (Rocky II?)

Marvin Gaye's 1972 album, Trouble Man.


Thursday, September 18, 2014

cognitive map


Shit circus

Isn't it amazing, even with all the warnings, like these from 38 years ago, from the movie "Network"

We still allowed it to happen, and it is worse than ever today.


Thursday, September 4, 2014

Friday, August 29, 2014

Wisdom of Marx

I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

-Groucho Marx


Monday, August 11, 2014

Slim is the new orange


I'd always thought a sedentary lifestyle was the goal and I must admit, it was wonderful while it lasted. However, some of us are just built for activity and work for those of us that find this to be true, the result is a longer happier life.

I've lost 26 lbs of jolly fat and trimmed the beard and I feel great, the beard may have to make a come back this winter, the chicks dig it.


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Thursday Incident


  I'd eaten late, really late, just finishing an albacore tuna sandwich, crackers and cheese around 11:30 pm, 10 minutes later the dirty plate was still sitting on the end table next to me, unfortunately, glancing at that plate with my disapproving attitude was not solving the problem, it had worn out its welcome, but that damn plate would not be ignored, just sitting there. 
So I got up and took the annoying right wing republican tea partyish plate into my kitchen and ran water over it. 

That little self-imposed drama over.  I headed back toward my living room chair, suddenly changing directions, I walked thru my home office and out the front door onto the porch, craning my neck upward staring toward the cloudless sky, the stars were shimmering with the grand intensity only seen during these bitterly cold winter nights, it was a breathtakingly beautiful sight, the lyrics to Moondance ran through my head, Van Morrison what a fucking stud. Then my brain and skin objected to the temperature and inside seemed better than out of side, so in I went.

 Back inside my warm cozy house, every time I think those words “warm cozy house” it reminds me of a Hobbit Hole "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole and that meant comfort."

I know that may be an odd thought, as I live in a house not a Hobbit Hole, it’s just one of those strange thoughts that come from my strange brain and a childhood of reading and imagining wonderful adventures.

 I strode back inside cutting my eyes at the thermostat to see if it was maintaining the correct temp, it was within a degree or two of my desired coziness, so I continued toward my lazy boy chair, “the big brown chair” as it was named by a close friend and the name stuck, now everyone calls it “the big brown chair” I have spent the last few years in intense reflection and healing and this chair has been a major part of that healing. I’m grateful for the comfort and peace that has been found in it.

So, once again I was attempting to place my newly fat ass back in the big brown chair and was already reaching for a book attempting to continue the self-imposed  book reading marathon that had become an evening habit during the last couple months, tonight’s book was “The Evolving Self” by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi.  I like to read a few pages while digesting my food with a little soft jazz and then wake early and do a little writing before my day of intense fog horn whistling begins, damn, I really do enjoy being a fucking pretentious asshole at times.

Anyway, while sitting down into my chair, I suddenly felt both of my shoulders get heavy, it felt like a huge weight was being applied directly on top of them, then a tingling sensation started from my shoulder blades and ran down my arms toward my fingers, this was followed by nausea and dizziness, I felt like I was going to pass out, it was very unsettling and uncomfortable, I got really scared, I began to sit forward in my chair lowering my head and reaching for my cell phone, thinking, if I'm going to fall out, I will roll onto the floor and dial 911.

I was just sitting there on the edge of my chair thinking “Damn it !!!... I’m having a heart attack or a stroke, I’m gonna to die right here, right now, Die, right here, right now” “This just sucks; I’m not ready to die…..” Not like this, 49 years old... fading away like this… Hell, I've been fading away for the last 3 years, this sucks. I’m not ready…"holy shit I've never really taken care of myself…. I always believed I would die young and knew this shit would happen one day… but as I've aged I thought it would be cancer or liver failure maybe a stroke.. but this feels like a heart attack, Fuck this just sucks.

The feeling of hopelessness was overwhelming, I had no control over what my body was doing, that feeling passed, then, this feeling and understanding came over me, a feeling of acceptance, oh yeah,  I have no control over this event, if I die, I die…"

The cognitive process being somewhat complete.  I now understood, I was completely at the mercy of the events that were happening to my body. I was dying,  impotent and helpless, I had no control over this situation and was literary alone at this moment and in this world and would be leaving it sooner than I had thought.

Then the cold sweats hit me, it’s an odd feeling to be clammy cold and sweaty at the same time, I laid my head back in my chair and at that second the nausea and dizziness started to subside.

This life changing event only lasted about 2 to 3 min, it felt much longer.

 I've never felt that degree of helplessness and powerlessness.
There was no coming to god moment for me, nor did my life flash before my eyes.  I thought about my children and loved ones, I felt regret at being an overall disappointment to most of them.  But somehow I've always known they would all be OK without me. Mostly, I felt anger at dying alone, sitting in a lazy boy chair, fading away…that just seemed really fucking lame and sad to me. (Narcissism, everyone is good at something.)

 I grew up during the 60’s and 70’s; I’m supposed to go out in a blaze of glory. Nope not me, I’m just going to fade the fuck away sitting in a lounge chair with tuna crumbs falling down my shirt.

 I did not call 911 nor go to the hospital. As scary as this event was, I made the decision based on monetary reasoning; Honestly, I can’t afford to go to the hospital. That is truly fucking sad.
(These years will go down as the 2nd dark ages in medicine; greed has become more important than a healthy life in America.)

The next morning, I went to my local grocery store and sat down in one of those blood pressure machines (cool machine) my blood pressure was 147/101. I ask the pharmacists if I should be concerned with those numbers as I didn't have a clue and was guessing those numbers were not very good. She said I should go directly to the hospital emergency room. I smiled and thanked her and went home and Goggled high blood pressure.

A few days later I called a doctors office and made an appointment for a complete physical and blood work. When I arrived at the doctor's office it quickly became a fucking fiasco, you see, I made the unholy mistake of asking how much the physical and blood work would cost me up front before the services? Unfortunately, not a single one of the sixteen people behind the counter had ever meet me before, so they all acted as if I had spoken some ancient dialect from some far away planet and everyone of them made the unwise choice to ignore me. 

So... I politely ask again, I got the same response, no response, that always makes me, just a little bit more stubborn.

At this point I calmly insisted, that I believed it was a reasonable request of information, I went on to explain that when any customer wants to know what a service costs, before receiving the service, they are entitled to be given that information. And I'm a little confused on why it is not posted up on the wall like McDonald's. 

 I felt a wave of awe and support from the other patients in the waiting room, they all really wanted to stand up and support me, but they were far to fearful of what could happen, you see, they could see the deep levels of contempt that had begun to form behind the counter all 16 of those paper pushers were either overtly ignoring my request or consulting each other with bewilderment while they all were cutting their judgmental eyes directly at me, did this patient really think he could challenge them? holy shit, I even got a little scared, I had disturbed the hive, but I realized quickly their plan was in keeping us all ignorant and in awe of the magic they performed behind those computers while clad in those pristine white lab coats wearing those fancy neon pen necklaces, NO it is all a distraction to keep us all blinded to the extreme greed that has overtaken health care. I fought off the fear and pressed forward.. I spoke a little louder and theatrically enunciated every word "HOW MUCH WILL THIS PHYSICAL AND BLOOD WORK COST?" 

They called for the office manager and she and I went into a small cubicle, amazingly we had reasonable intelligent adult conversation she quoted me a price for the services that I felt was fair and I quietly returned to the waiting room receiving mental high fives from all of my fellow sickos. 

Both my doctor and nurse are woman, I like dealing with educated professional woman they are smarter than men and men in the medical field are just to damn arrogant. My doctor said my overall health was good, but the fat around my belly was going to kill me, I had gained over 25 pounds during the last 2 years and I was proud of that fact, I wanted to get fat and eating was the way to do that, I had grown out my grey beard and looked more or less like Santa Claus, I liked the way the weight felt on me and was going to get fatter.

I had stopped chasing women and drinking beer and fallen head over heals in love with good tasting food. And now my doctor tells me I have to lose weight exercise and eat healthy... are you fucking kidding me? all those years of bad behavior and your telling me FOOD is going to kill me. OH Heeeell no, I was pissed.  But I'm not stupid so as of today, I’m on high blood pressure medication, I exercise everyday and eat less of the good tasting (wrong foods) and eat more rabbit food (good foods).

I feel better already.

It did feel a little strange when the doctor asked me,  "Do you have a lot of stress in your life?"

I never know how to answer that question. so while looking directly into her eyes I smiled and quietly said "Doc, I guess some people would say my life has been a little stressful at times, but I guess we all learn to cope, don't we?”


Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Monday Night Football

While watching Monday Night Football last evening,  I became frustrated and some what baffled as I could not locate the Jon Gruden mute button on my remote control, after failing to locate such button I finally concluded that my remote control was either defective or I was ignorant to the location of said button. So I called DIRECTV and requested further instructions on the exact location on my remote control.

Well, color me embarrassed, DIRECTV does not offer the Jon Gruden Mute button on my remote control model or on any of their other models, as of this writing.

That does not in any way make the need for such button any less desirable and I have sent this request to my entertainment provider (DIRECTV).

 Please feel free to copy and send it to your entertainment provider.

I respectfully request, a Jon Gruden Mute button be installed on any future designs of any remote control for any and all entertainment providers and or TV devices produced after January 1 2014 and please offer at least 10 commercials free TV channels on or about the same date. (As some of us, will never buy any of the shit you try to stuff down our throats, no matter how many times you shove it in our faces.)

Respectfully yours,
Your name here.


P.S. I took a break from the interwebs for the last 2 months and I must say, what a relief, the whole interwebs thingy is not, as interesting as one may have first thought, the world and it's people are much more enjoyable and interesting, your choice, enjoy !!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Bukowski.... fuckin genius.

“This is very important -- to take leisure time. Pace is the essence. Without stopping entirely and doing nothing at all for great periods, you're gonna lose everything...just to do nothing at all, very, very important. And how many people do this in modern society? Very few. That's why they're all totally mad, frustrated, angry and hateful.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”
― Charles Bukowski,

“those who escape hell
never talk about
and nothing much
bothers them
― Charles Bukowski

“We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”
― Charles Bukowski

“That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”
― Charles Bukowski,

“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.”
― Charles Bukowski,

“I wanted the whole world or nothing.”
― Charles Bukowski,

“Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.”
― Charles Bukowski


Monday, October 14, 2013

Another one of those damn days !! I needed a little Even Flow and to Flyyyyyy.

He could've tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

He's.. flying
High.. wide, oh

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly

High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He's flying
Oh, oh


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