cracklinberries

the bee's knees, the king's fingers, the egg in your beer. what a great idea getting smarter...

crackenberry

First post from the pocket world. Big whoop!

Crackberry rools

not your father's telephony

who's your gerontologist?

The moms is going down fast. Moved her to Lake Travis today. By the time I'm ready for the pasture I'll be a fucking expert on Medicare and gerontology.

slow fade to black...

zaphi dell

so well what the fuck here we go again another split splat ration of 365 shots at the big time and we're coming and going with as much as ever and what the fuck you gonna do laugh or cry I mean what the fuck and here we go again but god how I love it along with all it's available options

happy all around again earthlings and peace if ya unt to...

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.