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.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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
Nothing there. Dog resigns.
zzzzzzz
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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.
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.
Friday, March 6, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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.
*note to self: must learn better coping skills.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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.
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.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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.
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.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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.
... 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.
Monday, January 26, 2009
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.
now it's back to plain old fire tending and waiting on the buffalo to cross the walking river in the rising rain.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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.
...if she could just remember what the fuck it was.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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...
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?
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!!!
yaaayyy!!!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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.
"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.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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.
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