jalopathy

it's the old age setting in, the droopy ears, the turkey waddle, sagging butt cheeks, the man tits, south-bound teeth and the otherwise flaccid self chugging along into the sunrise with tincans crossing at 2k yards off the starboard bow dogging down the datum and dealing in clogged arteries to the end of one launch after another that gives it away.

jalopathy... the getting old part. the dysfunction junction story as told by the passing Interstate on it's way either way but away don't matter where just somewhere. else.

because aging has no plausible deniability, no excuse nor alibi and gravity's cold hearth is the death grip promised to us all at sunrise on the gunline just the same, aged or not, live it up then says I

and from what I can tell there's no getting out of this thing alive no matter how hard you scratch at the lid. they can't hear you and you're only using up all your oxygen. good night...

chili today, hot tamale

pot o red on the stove, weather posed and faucets bunkered in for the onslaught. the first bug killing freeze is hitting the red zone in 12 hours and carries the threat of brain lock side effects.

oh watch out

hatchday

Strike me pink! Happy Birthday to me to me Happy Birthday to me too yay!

Awwwwriiight...

...day five

never had a bacterial infection like this before and it has had me beat to shit... just a few days left on a thrice daily antibiotic and 10 more left a twice daily antibiotic. fever dreams at night have played out like passion plays about good vs bad in the context of bacteria vs anti-bacteria in human form and scaffolding climbing at great heights, bare foot on greasy surfaces in the rain and low lighting and being watched... all very weird but today I feel better. a couple of sinking spells and fades earlier but still better.

all because, in my opinion, of another recent gone south tooth extraction on top of the first one that's unleashed a murderous horde of bacteria into my blood stream. it gives one pause since the mouth is pretty much the bellwether of the overall health of the system. as a cautionary aside: pay attention to your mouth---

but on the other hand it was probably dirty water coming off my dog after a dip in the tank full of E. coli in the cold darkness.

dead calm, azure sky and 78 degrees

today has been an award for good behavior. am humble and grateful for the precious crumbs of pricelessness tossed my way perhaps as an afterthought we know not but i feel a father's love through the fog of death still these many years after the war and relish my opportunities some squandered some cashed none ever fully realized and appreciate what an unfulfilled life can be like when directed by a third party so to all God's chillen i say, "Man Up!" and do your own thing ding dong...

turn me on deadman, turn me on deadman...

it arrived, finally after waiting over 6 weeks it arrived: the complete works, digitally remastered by the best rock and roll band in the world ever: The Beatles. This is the Holy Grail of Western Music in the 20th century and their influence runs deep in everything we hear today. I am humbled.

...with the sound of music...

...yes am alive in the hills and feeling very different than a week ago in fact feeling better than I've felt in many months, several years in fact. Low grade infection been holding me back. EKG next month and a fluid check under the hood and whip it, whip it good.

antibiotics are kicking all kinds of ass including mine but the only easy day was yesterday and I'm in fierce hot pursuit of the bad guys and heading them off to save the world.

yay me

zombieland

...so I'm home today after some surgery and staying nauseated from antibiotics and can't hold down any solid food and generally feel half dead while having hot and cold flashes and dry heaves and loss of appetite. I need to shower and shave but don't feel up to it.

the one you never saw coming

...the sky is falling and bending my car and crushing me into the metal and foam rubber and crushing the metal and foam rubber into the asphalt and crushing me right into the dirt and metal and foam rubber and the ground and stuff and crushing some more into the ground again along with everything else I mean what are you going to do? there's no time time to ponder it's crushing me...

just never know about that well placed charge that comes strolling into your nightmare

obviousness (sp)

i just love this fucking bullshit nothing better to do but glean from surrounding atmosphere know what i mean jean things are not what they seem ding dong baybuh honey bunny butter say that five times fast---


I'm called upon to parent in my own dottage o noes me thinks what next

so I press on...

aaand dodge things @ the same time____* aaand...

the air around me is taut, the root hairs vibrating when I take to the surface because what's next is crisp and done and gone and so--

and

so I press on...

*&@^%$&+)(!!

"I have found solace in profanity unexcelled even by prayer."

Mark Twain

...and further more

I will however scream at your dead momma about this stupid fucking war b' God!

If she aint around I'll scream at your dumbfuck asshole daddy fuck you dipshit!

and if that aint good enough for you well by fucking god

don't even get me started yelling @ you asshole motherfucker no good prick bitch sorry-ass cunt!

I'll fucking clean your plow. No doubt about it. I can reduce you you stupid bitch! Try me.



aarrgh




must be the war again...

again no complaints

I mean if I could talk to the animals and they go 'huh?' it would be a merkle.

Sometimes more often than not it don't mean doo doo

My dog loves me to death and likewiseacre and that's it mostly

She's a good dog that one

I'll cry over her corpse

one of these days

again real soon

got nothin to bitch about

so I'm headed into my 24th month sans a job other than looking alive and responsive to outside stimuli and as I was saying to myself a little while ago this not having to work for a living now and staying upright in the white water in spite of it and generally keeping an eye on my six, is alright as long as the health holds without any manufactured termination if you catch my drift...

... have found that the less I have to deal with sitting in traffic the lower level my metabolism has to work which keeps the ol' blood pressure running like a Rolex which in turn feels weird to not be uptight but easy to get used to and it's a good damn thing to slow down and relax more since I got shit to do and it aint going to do it by itself and really I don't need anybody's permission see, so...

...and so it goes, another quiet day for me and Bonny hanging out waiting for mommy to get home with some yummy. Me and girldoggy may head out to town again this week since the weather's starting to cool somewhat and check out the latest. I feel a yin coming on for some fried chicken and waffles.

backdrafting blame

blame it on the war. blame it on bush and cheney and obama and lbj and nixon and kennedy and roosevelt and de gaule and truman and franco and pinochet and ike and hitler and stalin and lenin and pol pot and mao and the little short fuck in charge of north korea and bin laden and that guy saddam hussein, blame everybody but the voters who put us here and watch where that goes.

we have no one to blame but ourselves.

hot tin roof

I been having this epiphany here lately from living in these latitudes and suffering from summer heat oppression, which is very bad this year and it's about all I can do to withstand it without going mad... an epiphany sired by the worse drought in my day sort of but not when it comes to solutions falling out of the air..

...problem is I don't have a solution except move up North Country and that ain't gonna happen because that's not a solution after I think about the snow and dirty ice build up, slick roads, tire chains, 4x4's dead batteries, broken pipes, sinusitis and heavy-ass coats. Not an option. Did I mention sub-zero wind chill factors and frozen lakes and frost bite?

Next best thing is to swim early, run the a/c like crazy and stay out of the sun. Come this winter I can break out the nylon wind breaker over my crocs to keep the rain off. yeah baby... we wear crocs year round.

That's my epiphany and I'm sticking to it.

it's the stupid, stupid...

all this carrying on I swear, we are on the best track I've seen in my short life and I don't understand why some people are screaming because yes you have to spend money sometimes to fix a problem when doing nothing sometimes is part of the problem and yep it's hurts and what are you going to do about it just sit there and fucking rot? pull the covers over your pointy little head and pretend it away? are you fucking out of your motherfucking mind crazy?

... just shut up all of you and go back to work and be glad.

4-2-4 Foxtrot

...watching my 6 for sure just in case.

http://www.stopabductions.com/

azimuth and elevation

so now what, I'm on a fast track data link bouncing off a satellite with increased operating chutzpa but it's flaky and unlike a hard wire connection nevertheless processing speeds are better and it's just a matter of getting used to the quirks of reflected RF energy interfacing with the atmosphere, how quickly I forgot, and overcoming operator error.

it's the dish

it's coming to my neighborhood near me... at last a fast window. a high speed connection right around the corner on the roof tied in to the constellation overhead oh my freakin gawd we're gonna zoom now

airops: stuffing her face like a musket

I recall a leak in the overhead in the middle of the coop and evertime it rained or they hosed off the roof it would leak into the well placed shitcan that was always in the way and we complained and complained bitterly of course because we were sleeping under the wires and that's where airplanes crash and we weren't getting enough sleep as it was and it sucked and waahh! and they went waahh! waahh! waahh! and said so what and after many months of such nonsense a bird finally came down hard one night and clipping his un-jettisoned belly tank on a swell burst into flames as the aircrew punched in unison splashing over the side to be picked up by our tin can and surprisingly no deaths occurred as the wreckage slid aboard and after that the leak got fixed right away.

'tis the Season of the Ditch

and yep it's a belly flop a skidding to a halt a smackdown a wheels up feet wet entire tin bubble both engulfed and redeemed by the sheer power of immersion wrenching violence of 300 mph deafening silence at the end and the totality of it to the nth degree and everything that's what I'm talking about yep.

this is my brain on vacations

...as luck would have it, as of yesterday my deployed nephew's son that's less than a year old might not be his son after all and the rest is left to the imagination... why that cunting bitch...

...screeching sound of tires braking hard on hot pavement radios crackling...

A cruel twist in the saga yes very sad and needs a definitive test to determine the DNA source before we go all ape shit over it yes? and so we will or rather they will the parents I mean while we watch the proceedings from afar and sharpen our yoyo's in the meantime. Righto.

The both sides grandparents are struck dumb.

The family solar plexus is punched in and I'm getting an umbilical hernia from laughing too hard.

godammit...

frozen with salt

...whoever said retirement was all soft breezes and mojito's and not warm beer bad food and bladder infections on the beach was soft in the head because I'm busier now than when I was actually gasp! working for a living and I don't like the beach all that much anyway so I can live w/o that analogy but after a day of herding the momsurous through the maze I sometimes need a stiff concoction to balance the bilge and when tomorrow is scheduled for another UNREP hopefully it will rain and help lift the hides without a serious roll off roll up or otherwise and I'll pretend I'm at the beach for a minute more.

that high pitched whine...

that sad aire, that sad musyck and that fine futile brutality unmatched by despondency or despair renders my drained psyche to a dull pulped mass balanced as a bulb on a stem with sparkling eyelets on writhing stalks.

lost 2 old friends in the last several weeks- a cold reminder of the limited seating and high turn over in this awful swirl of electrons, radiation belts and undulating fields of bewildering negative buoyancy at the edge of the event horizon...

life is runway #9 left & tally ho for cross chop twosevenzero at 20...

as the universe curves away from human notions of God and those Motes in the Eye things and Intelligent Design delusions and follows its tail to the Other Side of this infernal infinity sneezing another white dwarf here and coughing up more incubating star nurseries there and zipping merrily somewhere else along the way

...and in the darkness behold the vast chamber of magic light speeding away and know it will be back... at you... on the flip side

then we be gone.

42

guerrillas in the mist

"Okay boys fuckin' revolution is over!" read the leaflets that floated down through the triple canopy humidity scattering amongst the dead fall everywhere 'till Tuesday landing lightly on my brow before then but only slightly. "That was so yesterday so today throw down your velvet muskets your damn denim sabers and your tin-foil hats for we're headed home to the land of bilk and money b'god! Huzzah! Huzzah!.." it continued on into the night but that was all it was: it sounded good to me and I went to sleep early to prove it. zzzzzzzzz...

All's swell that ends well I always sway.

Huzzah! exactly


Keep your powder dry and your balls at the ready troopers and don't shoot 'til you see the soft whites of their underbelly on the Plain of Jars or is it the soft white of their underbellies on the Pain of Mars? i forget

Schlock and Caw:
Palin reveals she was dropped on her head as a child.
Everybody yawns.
Frozen tundra fed Alaska blacked-out in the Land of the Midnight Sun and is still scratching it's collective head wondering along with fermented corn-fed Illinois who's still swishing and cringing as Rod Blogovithair spins yet another yarn kicking and screaming his way out the back door.

Who let these people in here anyway, Space Invaders from Space?
Fuck!
Who then took over for awhile and left?
Fuck!
Was W an alien life form?
Fuck!

What The Fuck?

I don't know but the troops are dying still, the debt is in the trillions and I'm losing faith in the system like I had any to lose to begin with and for all his statesmanship and dignity and Firstness, is Ears going to be able to pull off the biggest comeback in the history of like forever and make US feel good again or will he allow The Screecher to make a run for his pants in 2012 and appall the rest of us with her bloom & doom and heavy breathing?

I wonder...
I stutter...
I shudder...

oh fuck

...and now from the Why Didn't I Think of That? Department...

"Pompeii is also an acronym for sentient death in it's most tormented form."

...a fucking brilliant observation methinks.

bwaahhhaahhhaahaaaahhhaaaaaaa

it's a hundrednhell out

how hot fucking hot so hot it's too hot to be fucking hotter hot is how hot

molecules that are hot

...this shit is driving me fucking crazy because it's 105 outside can't go anywhere or leave the truck in the light shade is sparse air like a blast of jet exhaust w/o the fuel particles unless you count the ozone layer sinking low over the furniture on the curb...

still life

... and they say it's all mental but i have my doubts what with the technology and all available today and it seems you don't have to be there to make it so so going there is like the next best thing to being there in command of pred-18 dirt dauber while caressing the ends of sensory limits like her inner thigh maybe wrapped in the clear warm waters off the grid more than 5 parsecs away and that's a long vast way away indeed. for example. stay tuned.

i would suppose that during the virtual speaking speed spool of delight there would be a pause for hydraulics to prime before the hut 2 buckle my shoe spin up shut in close out mark down drag out inventory tree 4 shut the door reduction ignition commenced without a twitch to distract the operator.

i mean you would think...

right?...

fasidi tuzdetu

So the worm turns and on and on we all go merrily along some fighting some kicking some screaming get along but we still all go merrily because the alternative is not so much one of those "failure is not an option" comments delivered and received under duress but one of those characters that stroll up in the dark bums a light and then takes your face comments that eats your guts keeps you up nights and it's coming from your own demonic brooding rhetorical apprehension and drifty wonderment self and that's just the weird part. (fuck...)

...world we live on is failing nuclear exchange is inevitable and madmen running amok will kill us all in the dark as well as in the light and... my Gawd! we're all gonna die and it's my parent's fault. noooooooooooooooooooo...

Had a good day today didn't fly into any rage anywhere and that shit is like everywhere hard to miss it's quiet mostly and will steal your youth right from under you like a cheap rug make you old while every day without rage is for the most part mostly perfect dessert for breakfast all day every day and in a good way too like flying naked through warm moonlit canyons low and fast over shimmering river beds shiny creeks running nap o the earth's flawless breathless calm with outstretched arms like wings with hands like flaps with feet like rudders careening careening into the ink towards dawn.

bandwidth blues

it takes just a little too long this dial-up nonsense wastin my time boring me to tears and what all. the fucking banjo player's walkin...

high-speed connectivity is in the breech, in my future and coming on strong by the end of the summer gonna be sizzle de dizzle and gonna have me some of that.

been slave to this dial-up modem for years. back at work in the day, i could see clearly now the rain has gone but get back home lowretta it's like buried under piles of spastic data twisting in an unbearably full sack of broken bits and bent cardboard heroes.

wha taut meh

... my reality thrives like a fungus on a sharp stump so when I peer into the abyss I remain firmly rooted in the reality of the moment while sugar plum fairies flit about and call out my name. I'm like Ulysses resisting the Sirens of yore; lashed to the mast and screaming for more.

bleak diplos biting my shorts

... and here we go again and it's really more of the same old bullshit of meeahhh vs. blllyyyppp all the damn day long plus it's not all that practical as the sib is a dippo imho anyway and not worth quibble imho...

... been told to get over it by sources close @ hand as unspeakable anger washes over me and the fact i can't control everthing speaks volumes in my walk about for the true shit realization.

dizzle driz

man what a Monday.

absolutely nothing that keeps the fixation level fixed came around today in spite of my best efforts to scare some up. been off the road for a few days and had resettled into the root system @ the house for awhile and when reintegration occurred during the reawakening hours early today it soon became clearer once again there's nothing new under that bad ol' sun.

who was it said that..?

...so I bought a paper drank some coffee and spent 3 hours working the bonster, dawdled over a late lunch reading walked it off grabbed the wife and went home. what else?
fuck. it was just an ordinary day a plain old ordinary day.

man what a Monday.

retirement's tough but hell some body's gotta do it so if I can do it anybody can do it and I would advise you to do it too before it's too late for you to do it unless of course you just love your job so fucking much in which case I would somewhat gently suggest to you that you should work your silly fucking ass off until you drop into your grave and if you should retire first and then die right away without that vacation you saved for, don't fucking blame me and say I didn't warn you.

no shirt, no shoes, no service, no shit.

jogging jiggy joggies

Got the dog gones and felt like robbing a bank so we headed south. It was a fine day in the Hill Country oh yes. The Subject of the raid is now distraught and unaware of the nature of the op...

...ate some BBQ in a small town along the way and visited some dear old friends over cold beverage and more burnt meat later that day... and I must say... it was all good.

...drove nearly 300 miles out and back just to take a shower and a 3 hour repose after 20 hours of dog kidnappings and other serious happiness pursuits. The Guilt follows me the whole time as I wait for the burnout and relocation process to kick in but I know better than to feel that way so it's cool.

Is this a great country or what?

tanks for the mammaries

oh! the Memorial Day weekend. oh so glad to be here all day minding the ranch and my own business.

CNN don't help much at all in fact they make it much worse with all the veteran-centric material going on today, it's easy to kick back and bask in it and let the 7 year old tune up the Toyota since she can reach the top drawer of the tool chest now.

My time at sea was the best time of my life. I walked away from it none the worse for wear and secure in the knowledge that I had just experienced some priceless profundity in my young life that provided a solid base for future projects and further constructs and escapades to be flawlessly executed based on my accumulated experience and education and it did.

I'd rather not dwell on it much since it damn near killed me.

locomojo

okay it's the fucking weekend okay? yeah baby and it's memorial day weekend even better and the better half is off next week and this is just plain old alright and the bonster graduated from training last week and is getting more refined in her actions and attitude this week and i'm glad but next week i have to remove mi madre's dog from her because well, she can't take care of it anymore and i'm really tired and retired and need a vacation ha! not enough naps i think. maybe more naps would help. my brother's kid is going into a war zone (sort of ) in august and the kid's grandmother has lost her mind and his parents are nervous wrecks. wheee...

i'm rather, um, meh...

this week i'm spending too much time on the road for a retired highway sign. the pay sucks and the risks are high now but it's better than a dust filled HVAC system blowing on me every 10 minutes for 15 in duration, fueling allergies and dust and bad tude not to mention the abject boredom but next week me an other haf are lake bound

i got when the getting was good and i'm glad

mutha

had a dream the other night me and my brother were sitting around talking in some cave somewhere with this lantern hanging from the overhead and i realized at some point what we were discussing... and then i woke up.

dogday afterdawn

so I'm watching the bonster go through her paces just the way she's supposed to. hand the controls over to better half and oops, bonster doesn't play nice. constantly challenging authority, she lashes out and forgets her role in the hierarchy. better half cops an attitude, bonster feeds off that and it's game over. better half is pissed. bonster is all ready to go.

better half needs more training

MUFO motherfucker

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

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.

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.

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.

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...

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

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...

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.

Bontner Lives

wow this here dog training is a lot like working for a living with a kid strapped to my chest in one of those sling dealies that native peoples everywhere wears while working.

she's becoming an expo star at the instruction thing and her English skills are improving as are the intuitive fuzzies complimenting her mighty fine good looks to boot.

on the focused side of the sandwich during the day when wife is working her career to a whittling until she can hang it up and says been real, been fun but not real fun yo, the Bontner lives.

play like you own it

Somebody once said that we should play like we practice meaning we should always beat shit out of the taxi squad all week before the big gig or practice like we play and get shit beat out of us under the lights.

I just read a paper by some shrink in a tree house proclaiming the power of playing in a post-playing sense of rest is an important factor in delaying death by deader than shit from stress. The power of playing and having fun has shown to improve one's odds in the slot and by having a really good healthy day, salad or not, improves the substantial guilt-factor coping scale to a manageable level while jubilantly getting away with it.

I've always sorta known that in my own juvenile immature way. I knew playing football and playing hookie was fun and running with my dog was sublime and coupled up meant just plain live wire sublime fun and at my age today, except for the football part, what the fuck. I find fun wherever I find it. Having fun is the whole reason to breathe whether you like it or not so having fun to spare suits me fine as the Bon realizes I got the time. To have fun.

The cube farm is a termini of soul devouring tedium converging on the complacent idleness of Whatever and becoming the Dead By Death Syndrome so familiar to the retirees.

You have been warned.

sprungs

Scoot the chair and the dog jumps over it's dead self as you listen to the junebugs pelting your bonnet, wary as usual.

Nothing there. Dog resigns.

zzzzzzz

sand casting

I had the pleasure of listening to Dick Cheney this morning justify his life and his policies during his tenure in the White House all the while disagreeing with Obama claiming his policy is exposing the US to more terror attacks and of course displaying the usual brand of arrogance even when shown the GOP short comings across the board in the last 8 years. He even praised Rush Limbaugh calling him a good man. And the question was posed to him, why should anybody listen to you?

As Dick began to spin I left the room. It was Cheney's first interview since the change at the White House and I hope to never hear from him again. He can't lie good. I feel like washing my hands or taking a cold shower every time I hear Dick or his ex-boss pontificate. They're oily and smell like dead fish. I'm giving Obama all the rope he needs and a good dose of benefit of the doubt.

...on a lighter note, it seems that I'm doing a bang up job these days in my cluster sector and apparently my own self esteem refuses to acknowledge it even to my self but the results show that my efforts are producing the desired expectations and I should stop beating myself up just because some things are not readily visible. Need to look into that. When I examine all aspects of my actions I'm left with one conclusion; I'm doing the right thing. So why do I have these doubts? Because I'm operating without any true feed back other than mine thus there is a small splinter of doubt lingering in the back of my mind plus operating without a net over terrible waters? Who cares, I generally have to ignore this shit and write it off as a silly insecurity bullshit flea because I know I'm doing the right thing. I know and that's all that matters because I am Sparticus Marticus of The Welbious-On-The Tibious-Of-The Fibious! and don't forget it.

That's how I know.

highway revisited 61 times

bonny bonny boo bonny banana bana boo bonny bee bi boe bonny boo...


As the Path was well kept and navigable, my Zen kicked in and the Princess Bin nyot Pu will have to do as she plucks the pebble from my hand muhmuhring "yesssgrazzhoppah such chutzpa you has..." smiling through this side of moonlight and speeding on.

woa... The Path lives.

beware the Snides of March

I hate windy weather. It's the constantly roiling molecules wafting through my magnetic fields, the dust, the pollen, the aggravated ions all and it interferes with my electrical systems and makes my eyes itch and my damn nose run too woo woo that bothers me. It annoys me dammit janet for no apparent reason to you and yet it's so obvious to me. They's too many discharges and misfires in my circuits creating this this... this whatever when I stand in the teeth of cold wind that's been beating on my windows and doors for days & days and forcing a primordial response to aggressive weather and feeling hostile towards a drought on a windy day because of all the implications it has plus it gives me that crappy cooped up feeling I get staying out of the wind after I get home and I hate windy weather ashore more often than not because it's not as fun as windy weather offshore but still I would prefer quietude on demand going on a minute ago.

*note to self: must learn better coping skills.

all stupids over in that line... no dogs allowed

what a week and now the moron next door is cutting her trees down to make her taxes. she's got enough stupid for at least 3 people and I certainly see why she's divorced not the least of which is a nose that resembles a GPS antenna on a van. don't think I've ever disliked anybody as much as her in my entire life and I like a lot of people. I have zero tolerance for idiocy and chainsaws at 7 in the morning on a saturday 100 feet away just shows the depth of her mania because when it's all over, she will still be broke and her property ruined. everything she touches turns to shit and the problem is there's no law against being stupid plus the local constabulary couldn't care less but just wait until her hybrids kill something and then maybe they will get involved. I've exhausted all my legal avenues. only options left for me are against the law and she aint worth going to jail over, the bitch.

on the lighter side, the Bonster starts formal training next week for 3 days followed by another regiment of 6 weeks at the end of the month. don't think I've ever met a smarter dog and we've had a few others of the breed. she's problematic, hard headed and very bright which translates to a bunch of work for us but what the fuck, I'm retired.

explicating ganglia

The fact still remains this country is involved in pointless and morally corrupt adventurism, profiteering and mercenary endeavors that is eating our young and bankrupting the rest of us. The World Court is looking at us askance wondering where our good intentions went. We can't win in the high passes along the Afghan border with Pakistan or the oil sands of Iraq because it's impossible. There's much too much tribal warfare there and a modern military force just cannot prevail at altitude carrying 140lbs. or more on their backs in the cold or the other guys dropping munitions in the dark from 20,000 feet. The covert on the ground 'hot pursuit' operations accomplish little and turn the local population against us well duh, all part of the plan, have we learned nothing since 1975 after losing over 55,000 +/- American kids alone during a 10 year occupation in Vietnam? A whole generation gone. Committing more troops to fighting will solve nothing, further erode our already rusty visage and create yet another generation of broken war wounded on both sides of the shoe. Obama should rethink this troop commitment while he has time. There's no good coming out of constant warfare. Just look at our economy. You think Forever War is good? Good for what again exactly? Who you think.

I'm not opposed to an open hand, as opposed to an RPG, to the Taliban maniacs if they stop killing and form up Boy Scout troops for the next generation of extreme tourist of war-torn Aphfuckingstan in the springtime serving as tour guides and ambassadors of good will and grace.

I have a young family member slated to deploy in country with a Navy Construction Battalion. Prior to his leaving he will receive advanced weapons training in addition to his assigned duties. He will live in his Kevlar. He has a son on the way. His father is a bundle of nerves, his mother is scared to death and he's too stupid to be scared. So far.
My nephew has a lot to learn. I wish he had gone to sea instead where life is symmetrical and black and white, where the weather takes the guess work out of survival and where he can reap the benefits from being there when he comes home for good.

He will need counseling when he comes home and indeed he will come home. Yes he will.

Sigh...

Such a waste.

The Taliban and their cousins al-Qaeda are medieval bastards whose parents are motherfuckers. They are inbred morons that live in dirt, eat and wipe with the same hand, prostitute their sheep to the highest bidder on the uphill slope and sell their daughters to the downhill side.

Taliban

will self-destruct.

al-Qaeda

will self-destruct.

They are merely small vermin that will turn on themselves when their teeth get too long.

It will happen.

This I know because the voices tell me so. There is no way there will be a world wide Islamic Revolution. Bah! The odds, historically, are against zealotry and Murder Inc. These are pathogens that fade as they use up their energy like a hurricane coming ashore over a deserted landscape. Look at any pandemic in history. They all go away someday leaving behind a trail of dead and lessons both learned and unlearned. We must leave our occupation and allow the healing to begin on the one hand, continue our vigilance against terror on the other, plant trees and then kisses on the bloated faces of the dead to absolve our trespass upon the innocent.

There's no future in dying. There's not Paradise waiting for psychopathic suicide killers. They are megalomaniacs and they are stupid and their god will punish them for their crimes against Nature. They are thugs and the world is better off without them and I wish I could help send them on their way remotely without invading their country if they would just stop blowing their intestines all over the crowded market godammit it ruins the fucking vegetables...

So I send pulses through the network and it responds with reactive force dependant on the amplitude of the original pulse and it is good for I will kill them to death like the virus they are before they can ping me back.

Dumbling

tumbling tumbling is how i feel not stumble stumbling shit that's real across the frozen steppes of buzzard's bight against the icy cut of arctic night fuck i traverse on without my sight knowing knowing i'm in the light.


Canine behavior modification in practice is much more complicated than the written version as espoused by the expert we hired to train us to train The Bonster. We are working on garden variety aggression and dominance issues here and improper chewing, barking and a whole myriad of other items to deal with not the least of which is a highly intelligent dog that willfully challenges us for the top slot. There is however progress being made in glacial increments which is far better than nothing. I refuse to let her overpower and take control of the cockpit and for this due diligence we will be rewarded with a companionable canine worthy of the right-hand seat of somedaysoon.

yu peye o

Gains were made today on the southern slopes of nowhere and while on the slide there, redundant progress was also recorded dealing with gains on the slope to yonder too according to the Redundancy Department of Redundancy, again.

Some dialogue was established at the local level after a flurry of steam and diamond dust scoured the flutes thus restoring an A minor into the background again and reminding the opposing breezer that it's 'game on' and time to either stand down and shut the fuck up or both.

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