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