got dinkalink?

so we batten down, hunker down, buckle under, press on facing harsh gales of pending global implosion and financial collapse and take stock of our gots while the bulging hatch at the top of the ladder shrieks, piercing our every nerve.

... but being on the bright side of recession proofness: 1) our vehicles are paid for. 2) our property is paid for. 3) the note on the house is less than a car payment and the house has a new metal roof. 4) gas is cheaper. 5) we're eating well and with good health... what more do you want? and even though i'm sorta-retired at my tender age, 6) we still have double income, no kids
so...
it. could. be. a. lot. worse.

not a gloat to be grateful in the extreme i always say.

eeeeeeeeeeeooodddddd

practical trumps all sometimes. hearing instruments for the mom are canceled and she's none the wiser. would have been too complicated for her at her life stage.

now it's back to plain old fire tending and waiting on the buffalo to cross the walking river in the rising rain.

whiskey tango foxtrot

I must need my head examined. My demented moms is being fitted with hearing aids next week and I will give them, oh six hours or so max before they disappear into the black hole of memory loss and confusion. In the spirit of trying to ease my mother's burden of being both demented and deaf as a dead poet, I'm thinking if she can hear better maybe she would be less confused but maybe no, maybe I'm confused to think it will make any difference to a person who's at odds with everything disagreeable anyway but all I can do is try and in my spare time scream into the void at my dead father for leaving me this fucking mess to clean up. When she asked me how long does she have to live there, where she's currently residing, I couldn't answer without my inflicting gallows humor she wouldn't get so I said nothing, changed the subject lamenting to myself the fact she's become a bipolar, overweight clothes rack without a clue who can't function properly on her own if she doesn't feel sorry for herself enough or have something or someone to hate or at least have an intense, unreasonable dislike for...

...if she could just remember what the fuck it was.

the Bonster

okay so what we have here is my handler in the background handling a resting but growth factored 36 pounds of insane coiled sinew tightly wrapped inside a semi-feral hybrid high speed all terrain air dam that can tag a greyhound, wrestle a cow, box a horse, sass a swan sideways or hop your ass and hand it back and all before breakfast and she's only 8 months old in the foreground of a picture posing as my pal the friendly pirate queen, Bonny the Bloody.

disruptive to the bone

Well yes I suppose, it's sorta like a flying down the streets of San Francisco or maybe Oakland naked silently atop a 10 speed bike in the dark because that's all you need to die kind of a disruption thing probably. Or maybe not. I dunno. Always to the edge of the event horizon I say. Sometimes all I have to do is turn around and there I am and sometimes I have to sleep it off with eyes wide open. Depends. I usually only do what the voices tell me to do but sometimes my attention span just wanders off and a search ensues out back in the dumpster before my a.span is found again on some unheard of frequency telling me never mind. Uncanny innet?

JFK was warned by the French not to engage the Viet Minh. Too anti-colonial, too embedded, too tribal, too localized a struggle against Imperialist Dogs they said, never work Jack you can't just send in the Marines and the 1st Air Cav but in the name of all that's blue-blooded, apple pied and PT-Boat motherfuckered, he did it anyway by god and thus what was born into fire but every other covert gun boat diplomacy clone since. The father of modern Special Operations he was and frogmen and snipers everywhere can thank him and today the pinko culture of Vietnam is thriving thank you very much Yankee pig bubbasan.

...and I must say to hell with Krugman, I just thought he made sense in spite of himself. I don't really care. The national debt deflates me. I want Obama to win this but the thing might get him dead. How much more can you take of gimme gimme? For us, too late. The kids, mmm, if they fight tooth and nail might squeak by before the final curtain otherwise the end is near in 10 convenient installments of just $29.95 all of which go to tax deductible charity organizations engaged in the serious work of finding a cure for what ails you.

http://www.truthout.org/011709Z

and don't EVEN get me started about the Alaska governor oh god no please no-

Can you say stay tuned...
for this plainly oppositional freedom business of Obama's that's grinding into our contemporary culture and conscience like a comic book hero? Tell me now if this is all too good to be true. Is this shit for real really?
Me and Peter Parker and I predict there will be a Hollywood movie about this incredible event one way or another and there will be a great gnashing of teeth and rending of hair and eyeballs and many tears shed and a great many silver dollars struck for this oddly American occasion that is so fragile and yet so stalwart a human endeavor in the modern world and will have it's praises sung from now on however short lived this American dream might be, this flash of brilliance in the void of eternity.

Windwalking

Ok I admit it, I'm getting caught up in this Obama Moment. I feel like I just woke up from a coma for the last 8 years and now there's actually hope left in the world and maybe Americans aren't as stupid or brutish as they appear. We have elected a Black Guy and he reports to work Tuesday morning. What... in this country?... the white bread capital of the world? I'm dreaming. No wait, Martin said that. This is reality and I'm not dreaming. The Human Condition just improved by a factor of 10 on a scale of 1-5. Can we really see a world hug coming our way? The Principles of Humanity as seen by our Forefathers, who resisted a tyrant as well, is the foundation of our Condition and it will be restored and thrive and we will improve the world condition by proxy because it will be cool to be from here.

I have a new reason to love my country and it's not out of some sense of superiority or jingoism but what it is that makes this country so great a place to live. We are a country of the People, by the People and for the People. That is the nature of Democracy and for far too long in this country the Democratic Ideals have been the Tyranny of the Minority. Too much apathy has allowed the kind of criminality to occur that has tarnished all we stand for; equality, compassion and freedom. The tyrants are being run down. The Constitution is being reborn and put back in place. The Rule of Law is coming to town and it's checking it's list and checking it twice. Criminal misbehavior in government WILL NOT be tolerated and a War on a Whim will not be allowed. Impeach and prosecute Bush for High Crimes against Humanity so this won't happen again. We are not Fascists and we need to show the world that we really are pretty nice folks and given the chance we can enforce Democracy and make you pretty nice folks too.

scrubs in tights

"Osteomyelitis Treatment with Nanometer-sized Hydroxyapatite Particles as a Delivery Vehicle for a Ciprofloxacin-bisphosphonate Conjugate; New Fluoroquinolone-bisphosphonate Derivatives Show Similar Binding Affinity to Hydroxyapatite and Improved Antibacterial Activity Against Drug-resistant Pathogens."

hmmmmmmmmmmmm

...for the hopelessly scientifically challenged, this means that they are using tiny particles of the mineral that makes up most of the hard part of the bone to deliver cipro to infections of the bone.
well duh... you say.

meanwhile the war plays on. what doesn't kill you will make you stronger.

http://www.truthout.org/011509E

Rupert aka 'Bumpy Bugger' Bumpers R.I.P.

on a number of levels this graphic both works for me and offends me and if you got a minute i'll tell you whatfor.

graphic on the left has a perceived terrorperson with a white AK47 and ski mask fighting for their reason from behind a rubber baby buggy bumper shooting at graphic on the right where you have a perceived terrorperson with a black M16 and hard hat fighting for their reason from in front of a rubber baby buggy bumper shooting at the graphic on the left la la la ad nauseum...

this is an unfair justification to shoot at rubber baby buggy bumpers.

i GET IT already. painfully so.
and so do all the other rubber baby buggy bumpers.

to put a stop to it just wiggle your nose three times, click your heels together and you're there. see how easy that is now what's for supper?

i scream for ice cream.

yaaayyy!!!

ming's meow?

...a top drawer example of excellence and fastidiousness routinely fashioned and groomed to a fine cutting edge...

"Man this shit is the ming's meow."

tried to post this on urbandictionary.com and they decided i've done enough for one year. see zingpow for the skinny. don't know why they claim my email address is invalid when they sent the notice of publication to that address.
think the public needs to know just what the hell the ming's meow actually is because all blade managers know that a fine edge will cut with just a breath of air.

Little Cauliflower

baby's back dressed in black no longer intact and that's a fact. today she's home from the horsepistol with a sore gut, fuzzy thinking and bad breath. she's my baby girl.

anthropomorphised

with misplaced sadness and heavy heart the light of my day and the night of my dark will be presented for surgery posthaste in the morning

mope I will for my leetle Bon Bon

and

will not I rest till the deed is done



i said that...

grueling for naught

Go ahead stop okay enough now bite my shorts please we're even so go pick on somebody smaller than you somewhere else or better yet go pick on somebody bigger than you as usual and as usual get your brain handed to you on a bun see where that gets you so go ahead stop already okay?
I mean that's all I'm sayin just why is itit just won't stop? when these fucking tribal dissonances sanding out stains in the carpets...? over and over for the sake of it since it's part of the fabric of foreverwar and like it or not my god's better than your god so fuck you bang you're dead if you don't like it for the last twenty hundred something daftillion years or so like when Yellowstone blows her top after the National Geo Special last Tuesday and we're bathing in searing hot ash laden rain that closely resembles searing hot flash laden mud is that when? Huh? I don't know either but I'm keeping my flashlight loaded too just in case just in case and resign myself to reality once again.

there's always yesterday supposedly

well hell yeah it's the fucking new year and a big whoop goes up and happy as a pig in shit to be here again one never knows when that damn bell tolls just ask around thems that dont know so might as well be here for it am i right no?


on the other foot there's always days after yesterdays to sort this sort of thing out and if that dont work for you then you dont need my dog since she can fix most anything as well as take it apart right in front of you so she knows where my graycells grows and it's so tomorrow so she knows where not to look as if that's important today except what you need now is likely not what she has in mind in the mean time.

my dog is a good dog