oh fuck. there they go again the Nazis win after all. the flying saucers are made in Germany. who knew?? man, am i glad that's solved. whew...
and now they're terrorizing the Free World from South American jungles omigod and fueling wingnut mentality on purpose omigod...
and have been for years fuck me to tears...
at least according to sources omigod
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
oh those retched excesses
...too much fun under the sun, too much done like a rib-eye of a hurricane, too much spreading cheer, beer and wherewithal hither and yon... much too much like no pain no gain no brain oh the humanity on the Plain and all...
...who in their sane mind thinks chasing the Rat racing is an enlightening and healthy alternate endeavor to living like you mean it balls out everyday like it's your last I ask?
...spent enough time on the track to understand the miserable and fallible refugees I encounter trudging along their way to their personal Eastern shore sharing their perplexed expressions and in that time I learned that my track is my track in the Historical context of that moment in Time, captured on my retina, imprinted on my soul and where it leads, rack & row I go, oh wretched excesses or not, that is the Footprint of Passage and best be grateful for that still while it wanders as usual amongst the gathered ratty tatters, dead-enders, flat-enders, flat-outers and other related auspiciousness's so known in oblique circles as the Any o' Where Bent Parallax Venting Syndrome: living in 2 dimensions simultaneously, making Time speed up or slow down depending and looking damn good while doing it.
...who in their sane mind thinks chasing the Rat racing is an enlightening and healthy alternate endeavor to living like you mean it balls out everyday like it's your last I ask?
...spent enough time on the track to understand the miserable and fallible refugees I encounter trudging along their way to their personal Eastern shore sharing their perplexed expressions and in that time I learned that my track is my track in the Historical context of that moment in Time, captured on my retina, imprinted on my soul and where it leads, rack & row I go, oh wretched excesses or not, that is the Footprint of Passage and best be grateful for that still while it wanders as usual amongst the gathered ratty tatters, dead-enders, flat-enders, flat-outers and other related auspiciousness's so known in oblique circles as the Any o' Where Bent Parallax Venting Syndrome: living in 2 dimensions simultaneously, making Time speed up or slow down depending and looking damn good while doing it.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
and/or what
A long weekend for sure. Heavy weather and flooding prevented any outside activity. 8-10 inches of rain around the house is sobering and clearly reminds us how fragile we are.
Interesting to hear the talking heads on CNN bashing Obama for extending friendship to Chavez and/or accusing him of grandstanding and/or taking too long to rescue the merchant seaman and/or the killing of the teenage desperadoes and/or he's cocky and/or ad nauseum...
At least, we have a White House sharp and pointed enough to eviscerate pre-conceived notions of piety and is attempting to save our battered image and make living in 'merica worthwhile again and/or not.
I want to see whirled peas before my last ride. I want to see every son and daughter safe and the Navy standing by, deployed in place, honed to a razor and I want to see a rotting Dick Cheney under a sweltering sky twist in the wind. Or not.
Interesting to hear the talking heads on CNN bashing Obama for extending friendship to Chavez and/or accusing him of grandstanding and/or taking too long to rescue the merchant seaman and/or the killing of the teenage desperadoes and/or he's cocky and/or ad nauseum...
At least, we have a White House sharp and pointed enough to eviscerate pre-conceived notions of piety and is attempting to save our battered image and make living in 'merica worthwhile again and/or not.
I want to see whirled peas before my last ride. I want to see every son and daughter safe and the Navy standing by, deployed in place, honed to a razor and I want to see a rotting Dick Cheney under a sweltering sky twist in the wind. Or not.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
ribbet
Okay they parachuted in. So they say. In the dark. They can do that. But did they? Who knows? Flying in might be fast to get them on scene but there are SEAL equipped submarines around that can deliver and that might even be faster. However they got on board Bainbridge is and will be a mystery until it's not and either way the boneheads on the lifeboat didn't know what hit them.
Imagine if you will that you are sitting there all tied up in that stinking little boat with a gun to your back and you know the Navy is out there somewhere doing something something quiet like when the 3 pirates standing around suddenly spout blood at the same time and drop dead before you hear the shots. 2 minutes later some scary looking Americans with veins in their teeth emerge from the sea and are standing there dripping wet helping you up and grinning like madmen.
Imagine if you will that you are sitting there all tied up in that stinking little boat with a gun to your back and you know the Navy is out there somewhere doing something something quiet like when the 3 pirates standing around suddenly spout blood at the same time and drop dead before you hear the shots. 2 minutes later some scary looking Americans with veins in their teeth emerge from the sea and are standing there dripping wet helping you up and grinning like madmen.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I
...was thinking recently and decided after frying a can of corned beef hash under a couple of eggs for Easter I would write and say hey yup it's a wunnerful life no kidding so what's up Up East?...
...saw a guy the other day looked just like the Jimmy Gerhardt that I knew from my misguided youth. We got into trouble together in the 8th grade and laughed about it for years and then he moved to Houston and I never saw him again. Only problem was I was asleep at this point and he's probably pretty dead by now but he was right there visiting and still looked 16. I haven't thought about him in years but I talked to him and shook his hand like we were still best friends...
...gave me pause when I opened my eyes to the alarm clock a short time later and realized I was dreaming...
...am all like what's he doing here? Am I fixing to run into his dead self or was he just visiting on his way by? Or was this just a weird ass dream steeped in madness and peering beyond The Realm and I don't know it yet?
WTF!
...would if I were but 40 years younger and back in the zone try out for the SEAL teams in order to fight brigands and the other bad Tripoli guys everywhere and verily it would be the cool and righteous way in hindsight and retrospect:=== gilling birates...
but uh...
...as I digress Internationally dead or alive, am too lazy and not too crazy to work underwater or in midair actually leaving only beach ops which is okay I guess as long as it's dry and not too noisy which is at most,
unlikely...
...saw a guy the other day looked just like the Jimmy Gerhardt that I knew from my misguided youth. We got into trouble together in the 8th grade and laughed about it for years and then he moved to Houston and I never saw him again. Only problem was I was asleep at this point and he's probably pretty dead by now but he was right there visiting and still looked 16. I haven't thought about him in years but I talked to him and shook his hand like we were still best friends...
...gave me pause when I opened my eyes to the alarm clock a short time later and realized I was dreaming...
...am all like what's he doing here? Am I fixing to run into his dead self or was he just visiting on his way by? Or was this just a weird ass dream steeped in madness and peering beyond The Realm and I don't know it yet?
WTF!
...would if I were but 40 years younger and back in the zone try out for the SEAL teams in order to fight brigands and the other bad Tripoli guys everywhere and verily it would be the cool and righteous way in hindsight and retrospect:=== gilling birates...
but uh...
...as I digress Internationally dead or alive, am too lazy and not too crazy to work underwater or in midair actually leaving only beach ops which is okay I guess as long as it's dry and not too noisy which is at most,
unlikely...
Saturday, April 11, 2009
wondergirlie
man o man the thing is just so amazing this Bons is Nhia hoo ha almost every day she awakens a new compartment and puts more head space out there and it's good for us; this self-imposed therapy of the same canine kind kind o yes very fine version.
the dog is the great equalizer the counter balance in the packola the 4 legged stone
the dog is the great equalizer the counter balance in the packola the 4 legged stone
Sunday, April 5, 2009
log fragment...
1800-Clearing the roads outbound Le Carte...Hitting rhumb line to south x...
Watch set...
Mr. Clysets has the conn...
1900-Light quartering breeze to starboard & sheets thrumming...
Lady chews a bad bone...
M/A reports all secure below...
Leadsman reporting channel bottom falling away...
All hands piped to splice the main brace...
The smoking lamp is lit... oh yeah.
2000-Breeze still airy but steady on transitionals...
2100-Deep rollers above the Trench while coasting downhill under full Moonrise...
2103-Time takes over as dolphin escort arrives on station Bristol Style smiles all around...
Sea pulsing with luminosity...
Glass holding steadily...
Promises to be fair run...
2200-Fantail is open...
Lookouts reporting uncluttered horizon to the Farside...
2300-Dark Ship...
Smoking lamp is out fantail is closed...
2400-A's/w steady full n by...
Midwatch set Condition Silent...
0100-A's/w steady full n by...
Mr. Jznwck has the conn...
Thursday, April 2, 2009
oven dreamboat
...the perfect sandwich is a fine slab o' meatloaf bedded between 2 aggressively fresh & nubile slices of a revisited baked good smathered with mayo and sprinked w/ ground pepper from Malaysia to here abouts and nurtured like a bleeding scab in filthy hands.
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