The End of the World

Frat Boy Buff...

2012-01-21T21:06:00.002-07:00

Since I told Schprockie I'd tell you all a story... it seems I must.

Even though it's been a couple of years now, I'm sure all of you remember the cliques in high school and how you looked forward to going to college so that you could get away from all that.

I'm sure you all remember how disappointed you were to find that college was just another collection of cliques, but the best part is that not only could you identify who the cliques were... you found out which one you belonged with and that you really didn't have to associate with the others.

Now when I first got there, I didn't understand all of that. I stayed in the dorm and so I didn't hit the student center, nor understand that's where all the action was. By the end of year three I was well in my stride, mostly because I lived off campus and had switched majors.

Down at USU, there were several groupings.

Downstairs in the student center there was whole mezzanine of shops and a couple of eating establishments, one was a bread shop and ice cream shop(most excellent) and at the far east end... The Hub. The Hub was a unique spot. It was mostly a breakfast joint where you could get an egg and hashbrowns and toast for a couple bucks and sit down and read the student paper while you were waiting for your next class to start. It also became THE hangout in the mornings. However, that's not what made it unique. It had a multilevel dining area which by default became sectional for all the groups.

On the lower ground floor level just outside or near the door in winter was where all the Natural Resource majors hung out so that they could smoke. That was always intriguing to me because they were the "save the earth" wool sock crowd, yet they all smoked like chimneys.

A little further in on the ground floor was where all the normal people sat. Those without affiliation, yet in need of a hangout. That's where the most beautiful woman I ever saw used to sit... but that's another story.

Anyway, next up was a small second tier where there were about 5 tables and this was where the med students hung out. Nice folks. Not very chatty, but a good crew.

Next up, and at the top of the pyramid was the third level where us farm boys wound up. About 3 tables and it was a good place to be. Someone would always be there who you knew. This is where you'd bring freshmen farm kids to know and become known. This is where the parties got planned, and weekenders, and weekdayers...

But... one group was suspiciously lacking from the Hub... Frat boys. Frat/sorority row was right next to campus so they'd go there instead, as a result, there wasn't much contact except one time of the year.

I don't know if Frat boys are the same all over, but down there, they had their own look. The eternally immature, frosted tips, popped collars, woven belts, and strutted around like the cock of the walk.

Now as farm kids, after a while the sedentary college lifestyle got to wearing on us, so a few of them started going up to the HYPER and lifting weights at the student weight room. I watched them go for a while then decided to join them. It was quite enjoyable actually, so we all turned into regulars. As regulars you got to see the same folks there at the same time of day and got to visit and laugh with all of them. It was the same 8 or ten of us there every day, until... two weeks before spring break.

On that day, exactly two weeks before the monday of spring break, we walked into the weight room to find it packed to the gills with frat boys. I looked around in total confusion looking at 50 pasty white fratties until another of the regulars walked in behind us. He just started laughing. "Ugh... Me frat boy, me get buff for spring break!" And then I got the timing and shook my head. "Don't worry, come Wednesday, there won't be one of them left" he said. I shrugged.

You know what? He nailed it. Tuesday there were about 10 of them and by Wednesday... it was just back to us regs. I guess one day was all it took to get those massive frat boy guns into shape.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn he fly,
I PIMP to the beat, walking on the street with in my new lafreak, yeah
This is how I roll, animal print pants, out o control.
It's Red Foo with the big ass fro
And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow

Answer to last lyric: Who's Going Home With You Tonight by Trapt. Way to go TDub!!!

Gregory's End...

2011-12-31T16:56:00.003-07:00

Ah yes... here we go once again with the conclusion of the Gregorian calendar, not year's end mind you, but merely the end of the Gregorian calendar. Nah... the real year doesn't end for a few more months, but here we are anyway.

Much toodo surrounds the pagan feasts at this time of the year, including the making and keeping of "resolutions".

Now anyone that's been around longer than 10 years knows that it's an effort in futility because any change made for a specific made up time of year isn't a change that one really believes in. No... real conversions occur at any time of the year when one truly believes that what they were doing is wrong, not because some convention dictates it.

So with that, it's incumbent that we drivel along with these things anyway... so here goes.

My resolutions?

Drink more, gain weight, watch more TV, and exercise less...

Setting the bar pretty high, I know, but...

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I don't usually do this, but you've got to go and watch the video for the last mystery lyric. I can honestly say, it's one of a kind and I'd never even seen it before I posted the lyrics. Bizarre doesn't even come close to covering it. Enjoy!

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

There's no one around
who picks me up when I'm down
like you do

Answer to last lyric: Curl of the Burl by Mastodon.

Some Pets You Don't Have to Feed...

2011-11-22T21:55:00.004-07:00

Yes boys and girls... erm... well... looking at the past years worth of comments I guess I should probably revise that to simply...

Yes bored ladies, I'm here to give you the skinny on those pets that I have that you don't even have to feed, because the world does it for you. That's right... a whole genus or wretched hive of scum and villainy known as pet peeves.

Since I don't want to douse you all at once, I'll concentrate on just the first few that come to my mind and we'll make this little post... Volume I.

Now while I'm not exactly a grammar Nazi, or vehement about the use of the King's English as they say... certain things do tend to bug me because of their inherent incorrectness and abuse by those that should know better. We'll concentrate on a few of those that I see all the time.

One of the biggest of these is the use of "Mano a Mano" in reference to two single combatants going at it one on one in a verbal conflict. Whether it's a newscaster or some other such "knowledgeable person" they always say that in a tone that makes me want to slap some sense into them.

First of all... anyone with rudimentary Spanish skills knows that "mano" is the Spanish word for "hand". So in reality, "Mano a mano" means hand to hand.

One of the most egregious uses of this phrase comes after a court battle or political debate. All the pundits say, "Dummy X and Dummy Y went mano a mano last night". Now... I've seen a lot of political sparring in my lifetime, but it rarely comes to blows (unless you live in South Korea). To equate a schoolyard game of "He said - he said" into the term "mano a mano" is laughable at best. Ali and Frazier went Mano a mano three times. Romney and Perry hucked verbal insults at each other. Huuuuge difference. Now if lawyers or politicians actually went "mano a mano" during the debates... I'd watch those, and so would the majority of folks. In the end you wouldn't need a pundit to tell you who won the debate... just the referee.

The second most often abused term is... "perks". "It's just one of the perks of office" I see in print quite often. Actually the latest example is from DishNetwork. I'm watching my TV and they're trying to tell me of all the "perks" that I get as a Dish subscriber and actually reference me to their website www.dishnetwork.com/perks. Now I don't know if they're really that ignorant, or whether they just think the majority of their patrons are morons, but here's a suggestion to you people who think that's how you spell the term... get a dictionary, or better yet, just go online to Dictionary.com. It's free, it's easy.

I'm guessing if you go there and type in "perks" in the little window (I haven't done this, but it'll give you all something to do in your spare time), it'll come back as a verb that basically tells you what an old fashioned coffee pot does. It percolates the coffee... that's not a fringe benefit. The actual term, which I'm sure you all know already or you wouldn't be smart enough to read this blog in the first place, is perquisite. A perquisite is a fringe benefit of an occupation or in a shorthand version... "perq".

And finally today I'll concentrate on another misapplied word that is thrown out by the intellectual and erudite elite, and most often misspelled as they try to accomplish it.

I was over at a bulletin board here a few years ago before one of the admins ran everyone off and it closed down. Now this particular admin started off fairly reasonable and the board grew and grew and was becoming a good place to hang out... then the saying "Absolute power corrupts absolutely" came into play (I was member #4 of this board and they signed me up as a member and told me about the board later, I didn't even have to join so I know where a lot of the skeletons are buried). This particular admin fancied himself a bit of a philosopher and master debater and began to engage in any discussion had between two or more of the patrons of the board even when it wasn't his business. Nobody wanted to talk to him about anything and continued to discuss things between themselves, ignoring the admin and his belittling of the participants for their "logical flim-flam" until he'd ding them for some perceived "rule violation" just so he could get into the mix. I took it for as long as I could then I unloaded on him. There are a few of you that comment here that were around for that one, so you might remember it.

Just as an aside here, he always despised one of the admins on FMD for locking someone out of a thread and then making a reply to that poster's post thereby denying the aggrieved party from responding. He often told us he wouldn't stand for that on his board (even though he was only one of the three admins). So after I made my post calling him on his antics, he locked me out of posting in the thread and then proceeded to tell me how vile I was. A post which he edited THREE TIMES because the first and second drafts were so vitriolic. I'd link you to the post, but alas... it's no longer there, and neither is the board.

However... during his reply as he was talking down his nose at me trying to make me look like the cretin I was, he pulled out the ol' favorite phrase... "as is your want". It made me smile at the time, and I've seen that phrase used more and more as time progresses...

What made me smile about that? Well... here he is, trying to belittle me and demonstrate his intellectual superiority and then he uses the term "want" instead of the proper term... "wont". "Want" is a verb meaning to desire. A "wont" is a custom, habit, or practice.

And that dear readers, is where my pet peeve comes out to play... if you're trying to show someone how intellectually superior you are... don't use words that are over your intellectual level because invariably... all you'll do is show everyone how lacking you are in that arena...

So tell me, what tops your list lately?

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

I killed a man 'cause he killed my goat
I put my hands around his throat
He tried to reason with the sky and the clouds
But it didn't matter, 'cause they can't hear a sound

Answer to last lyric: The Adventures of Rain Dance Maggie The Red Hot Chili Peppers. I can't believe I posted lyrics to a Chili Peppers song. The things I do for Dani... *sigh*

The Recap...

2011-10-31T17:36:00.003-06:00

Seems I owe you all a blog post so that Tiffy doesn't send her minions here to pester me or something.

Anyway... I moved up on Sunday and set up camp.

Monday found us riding through the neighboring allotment looking for our cattle who had strayed. Didn't find any, some of them saw a few elk and I had good luck finding frost gnats.

Tuesday, we made the big circle, which is always a slow day for me when I'm the only four wheeler out there... oh, I didn't tell you that my horse for the week was a four wheeler? Oh yeah... I have to ride one of those because nobody else wants to. I'd rather be on a horse too, but somebody has to do it. Beats you to death and leaves you with a stiff lower back and sore shoulders for the first couple days, if not weeks. You get used to it.

Tuesday the weather report that filtered up to camp was that it was the last of the nice days. It was supposed to turn off rainy on Wed, and then down in town the low on Thursday was supposed to be 42, the high? 45. We were a long way away from "town" and about 2000 feet higher. To top it all off... Wed rain was supposed to be mild and it was really supposed to get serious on Thursday. We all suspected snow.

Anyway... I've been using my dad's old Army poncho for the last 20 years or so, but it's starting to develop a couple leaks, so I bought a brand spankin' new Army poncho from the surplus store. I was more than ready for a little rain.

Wednesday found us starting the day gathering cattle in damp, but dry conditions with a mere 25 mph breeze coming straight into us. That changed rather quickly into a slight driving drizzle. I quickly put my new poncho on right before the wind died down to a mere 15 or so, and the rain really started to come down. The high? Maybe 40. After a few hours in constant driving rain, I wondered why my elbow was getting cold and wet, and I don't mean the bottom of the elbow, I mean the inner elbow. Even though that was covered by a new poncho, a denim jacket, and a long sleeved shirt. Que??? Also... why were my shoulders getting cold and damp... turns out the only thing the poncho did was keep all of the rain from hitting the ground. It soaked through in no time and then clung rather well to the rest of me soaking me to the bone. Coat, vest, shirt, undershirt, chaps, pants, long johns, and skin... I was never so disappointed in a surplus item. The army needs to find out who made those and kill them. Seriously. I damn near froze solid and the troops don't need to go through that.

About 1:30 on Wed, we made it back to camp and started to thaw/dry out when the snow started...

Thursday? Woke up to about 4 inches and wind and blowing snow. No way we were going to ride in that. You couldn't see anything. Most of the crew went to town leaving me with a crew of Mexican nationals to watch the camp. Turned into a fun night spent brushing up on my Spanish and braiding a few strands of twine. About 1 am I awoke to frigid conditions in my camp trailer. The heater fan wasn't working on DC power so I had to venture out and fill up the generator with gas so that I could switch the fan over to AC power and have some sort of heat.

Friday we awoke to about 8 inches of snow and 30 mph breezes. I tried to make a little circle but I couldn't go anywhere nor see anything when I got there. I did get a small dose of frostbite on my cheek though, so it wasn't a total bust. The rest of the day was spent in the cabin, eating a late lunch and playing cards till 10pm. Went out to the trailer and found that it wasn't the DC power, it was a much bigger problem. I tried to chase the wiring to see if something had come loose, and couldn't find anything wrong with the wiring so it looks like the fan motor went out. That night it didn't even freeze up there. It was a balmy 34 or so all night long. Much time was spent under many covers, and one of the roof vents started leaking and dripping onto the carpet next to my bed. I had to get a mug to place under the drip.

Got up the next morning, broke camp, busted trail and we all loaded up and came home.

Back to the grind Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday (started sorting cattle), Thursday (kept sorting cattle), Friday, (still sorting cattle) and so on and so forth until it was time for me to gather another allotment which meant riding... and riding... and riding some more. Followed by sorting, gathering, and weaning and processing the calves... Followed by more riding looking for the stragglers, and more riding looking for the sneaky ones, followed by more riding for the last of the mohicans... followed yesterday by one last big sweep on the second allotment for all that we could get sight of. Now we'll have to wait until the snow falls and track them down...

So all in all... since we last spoke, I've been playing with cattle or trying to fix breakdowns/water lines/fences/corrals every day thinking of all of you. Thinking that you all should have shown up and actually helped me out that is!

Sheesh... you all are a fine bunch of fair weather friends now... aren't ya.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Just for Danigirl...

Lipstick junkie debunked me all at once
She came back wearing a smile

Looking like someone drugged me
They wanted to unplug me
No one here is on trial it's just
A turnaround and we

Answer to last lyric: Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer. Way to go BC! (ok, ok... I'll give Tiffy a nod too)

Time After Time...

2011-09-30T20:03:00.002-06:00

Well... it's that time of year again. Heading up to the high country to eat frost gnats and sit around in the smoke of a campfire.

I'd tell you all how long I'll be gone, but you'll come steal every thing that I've got if I do, so just know this...

I'll be coming back at random times. Actually... I'll be back just when you're here with your hands full of my stuff so you'll be just as well off if you just stay home. Otherwise... I'll see you and go to your place and steal your stuff while you're here stealing mine.

Who knows... maybe I'll even get better stuff!

I guess the good news is... I've still posted more than Tiffy this week. Anyway... while I'm gone go ahead and make sure the internet doesn't get lonely. It's a co-dependent bitch.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

A pretty face don't make no pretty heart
I learned that, buddy, from the start
You think I'm cute, a little bit shy
Momma, I ain't that kind of guy

Answer to last lyric: The Passenger by Iggy Pop. Nobody? Not even Kath??? *sigh*

Join Me...

2011-08-27T14:32:00.002-06:00

It must be something in the water.

Last Sunday, my bro decided to get remarried so we made the long drive north and witnessed that one... Everything went off with a hitch.

I got to stop by and see an old college friend while I was up there, so I guess the trip wasn't a total bust.

Then... I get home and on Tuesday I got some really bad news. I'd expected it for years, but when it finally happened... Well... it still comes as a shock.

I checked my email and there it was... a message from generic_screenname. Now we've emailed back and forth a few times over the years since we first met over at Frell Me Dead, so hearing from him wasn't unheard of, but the subject of the message made me die a little inside.

g_s was always a fun loving guy, quick with a quip or jab and never took himself seriously, but all that's over now. The subject line of the email said it all.

"I got hitched."

Oh the tragedy of it all. I was there when he and JG started getting serious, and I was there when JG and her little girl moved to the frigid north to shack up with him. But there was still hope... always hope. Now... it's all gone.

Yup, he and JG eloped and spent the money on a honeymoon cruise instead of a wedding. I suppose this goes to show he hasn't lost all sense, but I'll also wager JG the Frigi... erm... frugal had some input as well.

So anyway... Join with me now in passing along my deepest sympathies to the new bride and groom.

CONGRATS YOU TWO!!! I wish you nothing but the best life can offer!

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine

Answer to last lyric: Animal I Have Become by 3 Day's Grace. Way to go BC!

A Question for the Nerds Among You...

2011-08-15T20:39:00.002-06:00

So here's the setup...

My dad was cutting hay today on our pivot. Well... half pivot, it's only an 80 (1/4 mile by 1/2 mile) so the sprinkler can't go all the way around, and becomes what is called a "windshield wiper" because it goes from one barrier and then reverses direction to the other like a windshield wiper.

Anyway... he asked me how many acres he was cutting with each pass, something he'd been trying to figure out as he was cutting along in order to determine the half way point. Now I've got to explain one other thing... the proper name of a pivot is actually a "center pivot" which means that the sprinkler pivots around a central point, which is called the pivot point. Now our pivot has 9 towers which means there are 9 arcs equidistant from the center creating 9 concentric half circles radiating from the pivot point. In order to cut the field, you don't go directly back and forth because you'd have to jump the pivot tracks each time. Instead you follow the arcs.

I'm going to simplify the situation because it's not really that important right now to know that I can make approximately 9 windrows per wheel track, what is important is to know that the swather has a 14 foot header which makes each cut a 14 foot swath.

Now to answer his question, I took out my celly and simply divided 43560 (sq feet per acre) by 14 feet (the width of the swath) and that means every 3111 feet you travel you cut one acre. Or in other words, every 59 hundredths of a mile you cut an acre of hay (3111/5280 = .589). However... this doesn't answer his question. It's a helluva lot more complex than that. So I started thinking about it as I was baling this afternoon.

You could do it by a brute force attack. The first, or outside arc, would be calculated simply by using 2*pi*r, where the radius would be 1/4 of a mile or 1320 feet (the distance from the pivot point to the edge of the field). That means that the outside arc makes you travel a distance of 8293.80 feet or 1.57 miles. That means the outside arc has you cut approximately 2.67 acres out of the 70 under the sprinkler. So you take that number and add it to the the next arc which would be 2*pi*1306 feet (1320 minus the 14 foot already cut) and would give you 8217.09 feet or another 2.64 acres for a cumulative total of 5.31 acres on your way to 35, but there's got to be an easier way.

Now if memory serves... one could use a sigma equation to determine the entire distance traveled, where the equation would be E = 2*pi*(1320-(14*n)) where n would range from 0 to 81 (9 swaths per pivot track for 9 towers). Now I haven't run this because I can't remember if I'm doing it correctly.

So here's where you all come in...

Tell me... are my equations wrong? Is there a better mathematical way to calculate what my dad was asking than to do a brute force attack? I haven't run the numbers, but from the look of things, do you suppose that there is a consistent loss of exactly .03 acres every arc and therefore you can extrapolate from there? Kick them thar brains inna gear an give me the answer peeps!

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Since nobody's bothered to even visit lately except the lovely Knight... I'll let you guess what the last mystery lyric was this time too.

And the Sparks Flew...

2011-07-31T20:32:00.002-06:00

It had been a long day for the 10 year old.

Up in the morning by 6 in near freezing temperatures to take in some breakfast, followed shortly thereafter by grabbing the halter and walking out to the corral to help catch the horses, who didn't want to be caught. With twelve or more people running about chasing horses and trying to corner each one in the morning twilight, you quickly run out of corners.

His horse wasn't too wild though, and you could walk right up to him and put the halter on, but just about the time you got close somebody else would run their herd, breath steaming, right by with a "you miserable sunzabitches!" and screw the whole thing up and he'd have to start all over again.

Eventually, things settled down and all of the horses were caught, saddled, mounted and heading out to make the circle. He did his part, as well as any kid could, getting in behind the now growing herd of cattle and pushing them toward their final destination. Their yearly push to the high country where the summer temps were relatively cool and the grass just perfect for the cattle to thrive on until later that fall when the whole process would repeat, only in reverse. He'd be in school then and the grown-ups would have to fit that bill.

Around 11:30, the end of July air would really start to let you know it was going to be a hot one today. It never ceased to amaze him how you could wake up and shiver to 38 degree temps and when the sun came out begin to roast as it rapidly approached 100. But why today? Today, of all days...

Today was going to be the big climb. This morning they were getting the cattle to the base of the hill and starting them up, so after riding back to the cabin for lunch and an afternoon siesta, they could catch another horse and head back out about 3:30 or 4 to get in behind them and finish the push. It was always a long, hot, and miserable day. Nothing likes a 2000 foot vertical climb at the end of the day, neither man nor beast, but that's what it takes to get up on top, so the move begins again as it did every year.

This year it didn't go well. Nothing wanted to walk on their own so you'd have to get in behind them and force them every step of the way. It wasn't that the path wasn't well defined... over the last 100 years cattle had been making this very same move every summer with the very same cowboys growing up behind them. As youngsters, the boy didn't get to be up on the lead turning the cattle to keep them on the trail, that was for the adults who actually knew where they were going and had more experience. Either that or they remembered how little fun it was being on the tail end in the dust and heat and left that to the kids. "Character building" they called it... he called it something else, but such was his lot in this little endeavor.

The sun had disappeared over the rim a long time ago, even though it was at least a couple of hour from setting, and that brought some much needed relief. After a slight rest, everything got it's second wind and started the last big climb to the top. Around the corner to the state-line fence and then... through the mahoganies. Those thick, nasty, gnarled mahoganies. One single overgrown trail on a better than 45 degree pitch upward. These are the times that try men's souls, and young boys cut their teeth.

After what seemed an eternity, they broke over the rim and started down to the water. Oh no... the job wasn't done when you got the cattle on top, there was still at least a mile to go after that, but it was downhill to the creek and every step took you closer to the end of the day.

The sun was a mere sliver above the horizon as they crossed the road and held a line so that the little calves wouldn't all run back to the bottom in search of their mothers. No... you had to sit there and keep as many as you could from going back so that their mothers could come back and find them. And so the story goes... hurry up and wait. As the evening twilight was fading, the cows began to realize that even though the grass was green there... they were missing something. Oh yeah! My calf! So back they'd come bawling and looking in earnest.

Cattle were pairing up all over and the job of holding the calves got easier and easier, but it was also getting darker and darker. Pretty soon... there would be no sense in staying because you couldn't see something going back. A few minutes later the call went out. Through the fading sunlight he heard, "BOYS!!!" and he could just see one of the grown-ups take off his hat and wave it in a beckoning motion toward them. That was it, and so all of the kids started off toward the adults and the little rocky dirt road that would lead them back to the cabin.

There were no horse trailers then. No easy way back to camp. Just five miles of riding in the soon to be inky darkness, but the question went out, "You kids want to trot back?" "Heck yeah." was the quick reply, and off they went double file up the road. The horses knew it was quitting time too, and it's miraculous how much energy they seemed to have heading back to camp.

He could just faintly make out the road underneath his horse, but hopefully the leaders could and all he had to do was follow along, nose to tail, but something peculiar started to happen.

In the blackness of the night, the horses hooves, shod with metal shoes, began striking against the rocks on the ground, a lot of them flint. As many of you know from watching TV westerns, when flint and steel strike against each other it creates a spark, and as they all trotted up the road, a shower of sparks bedecked their feet.

And so it continued, all the way back to camp where his mother and another of the wives had a big meal waiting for them in dutch ovens back at the cabin. The smell of the potatoes and beef wafted in his direction stirring up the hunger in his belly. And what was that other smell? Fresh scones to be dipped in honey? Tonight's meal was going to be a good one, but the day wasn't over yet. No, first the horses had to be unsaddled, led back to the corral and fed. Only then could he start to think about himself.

It was well past midnight when he finally got into his sleeping bag with a full belly and a weariness that only a day such as this could bring on. The grown-ups would take pity on them tomorrow and not get them up for the morning ride, a courtesy extended throughout the generations. He didn't know that though, but as he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep... his memory drifted back to the jog home, and once again... the sparks flew.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

I can't escape this hell
so many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself

Answer to last lyric: Bad Boys Running Wild by The Scorpions. NO guesses? I blame Tiff for that.

Damn, I'm Good...

2011-06-30T21:52:00.003-06:00

I was going to make a different post today, but the ol' compy's been acting up so I can't upload the photos to show you all what I was talking about last time. Gadfry... has it already been a month? You all really should update more... especially Tiff. I blame her for my sloth.

Anyway... a friend asked if I could bale and haul some hay for him so we did. It was while I was hauling that I got to thinking about things. As most of you know... that's not always a good thing, but in this case...

The bales were good alfalfa bales, and that means they were like bricks, and those stack incredibly well, so I got to looking at my stack, and it was a pretty nice stack. But pride goeth before the fall, and in stacking terms, that's literal, so I didn't get too haughty.

So... just to tell the tale, there are people who've stacked more hay than I have, but I can stack up there with the best of them, and that's what got me to thinking...

I can't remember when exactly my dad put me on the stacker, he never could stack worth a darn, and it bugged him, so as soon as he could, he put me in that thing. I was probably around 16, and I can remember it like it was yesterday. There's a lot of levers in that thing that run all the hydraulics and you have to fumble around like a schoolboy on prom night trying to find the right one for what you want to do. I was going at a snail's pace too... it was a steep learning curve. Now I can clip along at 10 mph and do everything through muscle memory. Funny thing what better than 20 years of doing something can do for your skills.

It's actually kind of funny... when you're good at something, you make it look easy and everyone thinks they can do it too. They think they can just borrow my machine and the perfect stacks will magically appear. It's not that easy, and I find it hilarious when I go look at their job and it's horrendous.

I take it as a lesson, when you watch somebody and they make what they're doing look real easy, it's probably skill at work, not necessarily that the job is easy in and of itself.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Out in the street,
dogs are all around you,
cats are all in heat

Answer to last lyric: Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet. Way to go Tiffy!

To Every Thing There is a Season...

2011-05-28T21:45:00.003-06:00

It's been a long cold siege around these parts lately. A few days of sun and 70s followed by a few weeks of rainy with highs in the 50s at best.

But things aren't all that bad. The cows are out on the mountains, the creeks are running high, and I've got plenty of water to irrigate with. It was while I was out setting water one evening this week that I had to take pause.

I still flood irrigate, and what that means is that I've got ditches full of water in which I put plastic dams and the water floods out of the ditch and onto the field covering everything with water, or at least a small section of the field with water.

When the water flows over mole hills it tends to drown the little bastiches out, much to the delight of my little red headed girlfriend who chomps them with much glee. Our high this year has been 6 in one day. A pretty respectable figure if I do say so myself.

It was on one of these nights, one of the warmer warmer ones actually, that I leaned on my shovel and took in the things around me. It was around 60 with a light rain falling on me and Ange... no wind and dead calm, just the sound of the water percolating into the ground. I didn't have any other place to be and I could just exist in the moment, one of those rare times in my life.

Ahead of me over the hills the heavy clouds were dropping their burdens in sheets that blocked all visibility, but only in a western kind of way. The way where everything under the clouds gets rained on, but only in that one streak and from my vantage point I could stand there and see it pass by about a mile away. Then I could look over to my left and see others building for just the same eventuality while I was caught in the light mist in between.

Behind me, the mountaintops breaking the heavens at 10,000 feet were gleaming white in the now setting sun at the peaks with a grey layer a few thousand feet below until the merest hint of green began and expanded its way down to where I was standing in a verdant green hay field. At that moment I could have been the only living thing in all creation and never known the difference. The sweet rain scrubbed air, brilliant colors, and smells all filled my senses to the brim, and I had to smile. For about a half an hour I just leaned there and absorbed it all... smiling. I was at peace. Happy. Content.

And then this morning, a neighbor/good friend of the family's was riding a colt moving some cattle with his grandchildren when the colt got spooked and bucked him off. He landed on his head. The ambulance was called and he was flown to Salt Lake trauma center. My mom just called a little while ago with an update. Broken neck. Paralyzed from the neck down.

...and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) I wasn't going to do a mystery lyric, but decided what the hell, the first part of the post was a good feeling. Only one line this time folks. If you don't get it from this one, there's no hope for ya.

Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake.

Answer to last lyric: I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. Way to go Knight!

Does Anyone Know...

2011-04-29T17:19:00.003-06:00

When the Royal Wedding is? I remember here a couple months ago hearing that Prince William was going to get married sometime toward the end of April, but for the life of me... I can't seem to find out when it is.

I mean... I watch TV and read the paper and even look at the magazines as I'm checking out at the supermarket, but for some reason... I can't see any coverage of it. It's not on the TV... it's not in the papers... it's not on the tabloids or magazines. Surely you'd think that would warrant a little bit of coverage from the American press.

I would have thought that we'd get a steady dose of it until we were completely sick and tired of it all. I thought that we'd get to hear about where it was going to be held, and what she was going to wear, and shoot... if they went all out, maybe even have the various anchors fly over to Britain and host some type of overnight coverage so that people could stay up and watch it live if they so chose.

Soooo... does anyone know when they're tying the knot? There's just no coverage to speak of...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Here's an incredibly easy one... if you don't get it, you need to turn your card in.

He smiled so I got up and asked for his name
That don't matter, he said,
'Cause it's all the same
Said can I take you home where we can be alone
An' next we were movin' on
He was with me, yeah me

Answer to last lyric: Dream a Little Dream of Me by Mama Cass. Way to go cthee!

Catching Up...

2011-03-28T00:20:00.003-06:00

Wow... has it really been almost two months since you last ignored me? It has? Oh well... you can't get rid of me that easily...

I'm going to take a page out of Tiff's book and just give you all random updates on all the things I think I need to cover for the last few weeks. Beware the random...

Somebody needs to track that frelling groundhog down and shoot the sumbidge. Winter's almost over my eema. We've had new snow here every day for over a week. IN MARCH! It was warmer here if February...

If you get fresh milk from the neighbor... you can tell when he's rubbed bag balm on the udder before he milks the cow. It has a... peculiar taste that stays with you. On the other hand... fresh milk with the cream floating on top? Not bad... not bad at all. I always avoided milk in the past. That pasteurized crap always gave me a cotton mouth something fierce so I switched to half and half. Still pasteurized but much better. Made me burp up a foul taste though when I'd use it on my Crispix. So now I'm down to drinking the real thing, straight from the tit. Good stuff Maynard... oh... and do you know how difficult it is to actually drink a gallon of milk a week? Ya gotta work at it...

All of my regular blog friends have gone the way of the dodo bird. Even fermi! I always knew they were a bad example for me... I blame Tiff for this.

Why is it that you have to remove the whole dashboard of a Dodge pickup in order to replace a leaking heater coil that shouldn't leak in the first place? And why is it that said coil will automatically fill up with crap so that there's little or no air circulation and that the added ethylene glycol coming out of the leaking coil will fog your front window up to the point that you can't see but can taste antifreeze quite plainly? And why is it that you have to drain all of the refrigerant out of the air conditioning system in order to remove the dashboard so that you have to buy all new refrigerant when there's nothing wrong with the air conditioner? And why is it that designers and engineers can't foresee something so simple as a minor replacement of a leaking core that should take 20 minutes and maybe, just maybe, four bolts to remove, but instead turn it into a process whereby you have to disconnect the battery so that you don't accidentally deploy the airbags, then you have to disconnect the airbag, take the entire steering wheel assembly off, just so that you can gain access to a couple of bolts that need to be removed before you can remove the other bolts on the top of the dashboard so that you can disconnect all of the heater and refrigerant hoses so that you can replace the damn coil? Can anyone explain that to me?

I was on IMDB today and noticed that the lovely Elizabeth Mitchell and the old guy have the same birth date only a year apart. Is there no justice in the world?

I've got a year's free subscription to Starz from Dish Network, so I watched Zombieland here a while back. Emma Stone is incredibly hawt in that film. Guns, attitude, and black eyeliner... can't get much better than that... and when she did the whole Annie Potts thing? Classic. So I go on IMDB and find out that she's all of 23. Now I feel like a lecherous old bastard. But if you're reading this Emma... I can get over that given the right circumstances. ;)

Oh.. also they've added FX to my package. I'm kinda digging Lights out, and Justified. Did I mention that Catherine McCormack and Natalie Zea are both rather lovely ladies? If either of you are reading this... just forget about that thing I said about Emma... She's way too young for me anyway *whistles innocently* (Ummm... Emma? Just forget you read this part, I'm really not that old and I have it on good authority that men don't even get interesting until they reach 35, so here in about 10 years I'll be REALLY interesting. See what you've still got to look forward to?)

Oh... and in closing TDub... answer your damn email!

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Say nighty night and kiss me
just hold me tight and tell me
you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be...

Answer to last lyric: Way Cool Jr. by Ratt. Way to go JennyLu!

A Post Mortem...

2011-02-07T13:03:00.003-07:00

Or mortem post if you will...

It's here we will spend a lot of time dissecting the Super Bowl game. Ready? Ok... Let's begin.

Green Bay scored 31 points, Pittsburgh only scored 25.

Well... enough of that, let's get onto the important things.

How about that pre-pre-pre-pre-game show? And the pre-pre-pre-game show... now that was really something. I thought the pre-pre-game show was a bit slow, but they rallied slightly during the regular pre-game show.

I would comment on the pre-game festivities, but alas... I was called away to take care of a heifer and her first calf, so all that I got to see was Christina Aguil... Agul... Aguille... you know, the gal that was set to sing the National Anthem, smile and wave at the camera.

Because of this... I had to rely on the radio this morning for the anthem wrap up. The local DJ, who usually entertains me asked people to text in or email what they thought of Christina's performance. The first message to make the air was, why do these people think they have to embellish the hell out of the Star Spangled Banner? And secondly... if you're going to wreck the song with all these vocal stylings... at least remember the frelling words!

Now that is a good point. When you're asked to sing the SSB at the SB, people aren't there to be impressed by you, you're just something else they have to endure before the game begins. Sing the damn song in a simple, yet tonally beautiful way, wave to the crowd, and get the hell off the field.

Perhaps the most classic message that came across the DJ's desk was one that made me laugh out loud. It simply read...

"That was Christina? Damn... I thought it was Snookie with a bad dye job."

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

You know you can't have fire without the flame
Can't keep the fortune without the fame
That's how he makes it when he's on his own

Answer to last lyric: Oh Yeah by Yello. Only one guess? I'm so disappointed.

Oh Yeah...

2011-01-23T20:04:00.004-07:00

Well... it's a damn good thing the Jets spotted them to a 24 point lead but...

Super Bowl baby!!!

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) This is a tough one folks... try to keep up.

Oh yeah.
Oooh Yeaah.
Beautiful...

Answer to last lyric: Lunatic Fringe by Red Rider. Way to go fermi!!!

I'm Dreaming of a Brown Christmas...

2010-12-24T15:53:00.003-07:00

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas
just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops show up
and children aren't cooped up
and can run outside without a lot of snow...

I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas
With every blogging rhyme I write
May your days be merry, no frowns!
And may all your Christmases be brown...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Lunatic fringe
I know you're out there
You're in hiding
and you hold your meetings...

Answer to last lyric: Holiday by The Scorpions.

Your Yearly Reminder...

2010-11-25T13:16:00.000-07:00

Once again, it's time to remind you all...

There are no calories in Thanksgiving dinner so eat accordingly.

Hope you all have a great one.

Snow Day...

2010-11-23T13:12:00.002-07:00

Do you remember that feeling you'd get as a youngster knowing that there was a major snow storm coming in and you might get a day out of school? You'd wait with bated breath all night until the sandman finally worked his magic on you...

Then, if like me... you were still in slumber as my brother got up and found out the "news" because my parents would let us sleep a little later on such occasions. But all was not lost, because I'd eventually get up and... and... erm... waitaminute. We have to get ready and go with my parents to feed the cattle? Butbutbut... it's a freebie! We... No choice? Oh...

Well... today wasn't like that at all. No... the breeze woke me up about 4 this morning, and by breeze I mean 50 mph gusts, but as I rolled over, I knew it was gonna be a fun outing. So as I woke up to the dulcet tones of Thunderkiss75 on the radio, I was pretty well prepared for what I was about to see.

Wind. Lots and lots of wind blowing what little snow we've got all over. Just about then my mom called and asked if I was blown in or if I could get out. I had no idea, but I was pretty sure I could. Fact is... there was very little snow left because of the wind, and as I looked at the thermo-meter it was a balmy 30 degrees out. Pfft... wind schmind.

But alas... the weather boys are saying don't get too comfortable, that's the warmest it's gonna get. Not only that, but tonight's supposed to be all of minus something or other. And then it started snowing.

Yup... still snowing actually. About 6 inches so far and rising. Now we've had snow this early before, fact is, we've had it much earlier than this, but... it looks like winter's here and that's not good. I mean I'll accept it because there's not much else to do, but... really? Already?

Well... cold tonight, cold tomorrow, and then by the weekend back into the 40s with chance of rain. Maybe all's not lost.

Of course, this same storm is going to hit Denver now and I fear for Charm's safety. Last time it got down into the 40s she thought she froze her nipples off. I do fear for her nipples tonight...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Let me take you far away
You'd like, a holiday.
Let me take you far away,
You'd like, a holiday.

Exchange the cold days
for the sun.
With good times and fun.

Answer to last lyric: No More Tears by Ozzy Osbourne. Way to go BC!

A Sniff, A Smile, And Fond Memories.

2010-10-04T14:15:00.003-06:00

Just got some sad news. Yep... once again the Loser has lost someone important to his life.
My mom got a call that one of my last two remaining Great Uncles passed away about an hour ago from pneumonia. He was my paternal Grandmother's brother, but oh... he was so much more than that.

Uncle Bill led a fantastic life that saw him creating one of the first horse drawn potato diggers ever made, to time spent in the wilderness of the Alaskan Territory, to work on the military's radar program, to carpentry, to building on the Alaskan Pipeline, to inventing anything and everything one could comprehend (self leveling ladder anyone?), to playing in the stock market his last couple decades here on earth.

He lived in Seattle, and so I didn't get to see him as often as I did the rest of the family, but when they'd come visit... oh boy... memories I'll never forget.

The first visit, my brother and I were fairly young, around 10-12 and so we got to get hugs, and hear wild tales of days gone by, but the next time... I was a bit older (probably 14) and my interests had changed to those of how many of the things we take for granted work.

We were all in the car heading up to see my Great Aunt, and as I looked at the car stereo... I wondered how it worked, so I asked him. "Oh! There's two different types of radio signals that your car can pick up. Amplitude Modulation, or AM, and Frequency Modulation, or FM." He then spent the better part of 45 minutes telling me about the sine wave and how the measurement from one peak to the other was the frequency while the overall height between the top and bottom of the wave was the amplitude. Then he went on to tell me how there were two crystals inside the radio and by turning the dial you were changing the distance between the two causing them to resonate to a different... see what I mean? He knew it!!! I can't think of one scientific question that he couldn't have told me the answer to.

Dad piped up and said he used to work on the radar systems (self taught), so he explained radar to me. How to generate and receive it. Want to know how gravity works? So did he... but he put together a little treatise on gravity one time on how there's no such thing as the pull of gravity, rather there's only the push of gravity, and if I can find it... I'll make sure to post it here for all of you to read. Just an incredibly fascinating individual.

My brother asked my dad why you were weightless in space. Dad's answer? "Write Uncle Bill and ask him. He'll be glad to tell you." So my brother did, and received a many page letter in reply. *edit* This just in from my bro... "I did not ask him how/why things were weightless in space I asked him how we create zero G here on earth. It was a many page letter on how we SIMULATE zero G here on earth." */edit*

But he was not without humor either.

On one of his visits... the whole Jimmy Swaggert/Jim Baker thing was in full swing and he had my dad, brother, and me all alone. So he looks over his shoulder to make sure none of the ladies were around and he said... "You know... preachers do more than laypeople..."

Then when my brother graduated from high school, he sent them a graduation announcement, so down he and Aunt Lois came. This time for a couple of weeks.

We were sitting down in my grandma's front room and my dad said, "Tell these boys about your Alaskan adventures." About 4 hours later... my mind was filled with all of his tales of adventure. From getting an unplanned visit from a couple Eskimo girls looking for sex, to his partner who was a crack shot and could shoot a pebble out of the air with a .22 rifle from his hip, to how he made canoes out of canvas, pine pitch, and candle wax, to an encounter with a grizzly bear. Vivid memories, those are to this day.

Then he told about how a whole group of them were all down on the dock visiting with a Navy Captain while waiting for their collective wives to arrive (circa 1947ish), and someone asking the Captain who'd just gotten back from Alaska how big the mosquitoes were up there. Unbeknownst to the Captain... the wives had just walked up behind him and could hear his answer. Now in that time frame as you well know, curse words were just not said around women, as men had a great amount of respect and deference to the fairer sex. The Captain in full blowhard mode, stood up tall and said, "Big?! Why they can stand flat footed and fuck a turkey!" But then as he saw the wide eyes of his compatriots, turned around slowly to see all the wives with their mouths agape, and was incredibly embarrassed.

I could go on for days. I could tell you about the rotary engine he designed that could generate more horsepower from the size of a lawnmower engine than a modern 460. Do any of you wonder where I get my lust for knowledge? He was a major influence.

When he heard I was going to college to study electrical engineering, he sent me a long letter thanking me for going into the field of science and not business. Any damn fool can graduate in business, but it takes a real sharp individual to graduate in the sciences. Oh yeah... I ended up graduating in business even after all that. I know... I'm a disappointment to all of you now... right? :P

The last time I saw him was at my Great Aunt's funeral well over 10 years ago. He'd gotten older, but he'd started playing in the stock market. He scolded me to get rid of those damn cows and start making money! "Dammit [my name]! T-t-t-t-t-t-t-there's so goddamned much money in the stock market it's not even funny! I'm not saying there's no risk, but one time... every time I hit the refresh key on my computer I made $10,000." Did you get that? Every five seconds he'd make ten grand...

He lost a bit during the various crashes, but a couple years ago, my folks went up there to visit and he told them of a little stock he'd forgotten about. It wasn't costing him anything, but it wasn't really producing either, so he just put it on the back burner and kind of forgot about it. Later on, he remembered it and checked in. It had made him about 100 grand. Maybe I should have gotten rid of the damn cows...

I wish he could have lived forever, but 101 was all he could muster. So long Uncle Bill, I'll always love and remember you.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Your mama told you that you're not supposed
to talk to strangers

Look in the mirror and tell me
do you think your life's in danger

Answer to last lyric: Sex on Fire by The Kings of Leon

The Death of the Blog

2010-09-22T10:57:00.004-06:00

I kinda hate to admit this... but I've been thinking about this for quite a while. No, that's not the part I hate to admit to, it's that fermi's latest post spurned me somewhat into action.

A while back... I was going to make a post entitled, "Pimpin' out the Ladies" where I was going to say something nice about all the usual blogs I frequent that are written by those of the female sex and encourage those of you to go a'viztin and check them all out. But alas... as I started going through my sidebar... it became a who's who of dead or comatose blogs.

If we look to the ol' sidebar we find that our dear Mr. Schprock has stepped back from the keyboard. Not completely walked away, as he still posts occasionally, but not nearly as frequently as when he first began. We all miss his wit and charm.

Next on the list is the infamous KTM. Used to be that she was one of the daily posters that was a frequent stop of many, nay tens of many, peeples. But then she started stepping back, and as of a couple weeks ago, removed her blog entirely! Damn shame that... it was a good thing to have a blog like hers around. It made us all feel a little bit better about ourselves when compared to the locals of Hicksville.

Now we come to the infamous Winkin' Kitty, NYPinTA. Like KTM, she was a regular poster whose style and range of topics were most interesting if not peculiar. Perhaps her greatest mistake was in cajoling me into starting a blog. I think if one looks hard enough, her initial giddiness over The End of the World's founding has changed into the very definition of the cautionary tale, be careful what you wish for. Then along came the twitterverse, and the abandonment of wit toward a more cause specific posting and fewer and fewer posts. Damn shame that too... now I have to go out of my way to give her a hard time instead of just in the comment section.

And so on, and so forth.

JG hasn't posted in years, g_s like Mr. S. has sidelined himself, Beth is down to few and far between, fermi's still one of the most regular of posters, but she's gotten into a cat-rut as of late so who knows where that damn thing is headed :ewink:, Kath is way down since the passing of her grandmother, Sunny hasn't posted in a long time and I suspect the blog is all but dead (I miss her bubbliness, she was the cat's ass), Twichie's way too busy in real life with paying projects to blog anymore (you'd be amazed at the number of irons she has in the fire), and then there's Tiff.

Well... what can we say about Tiff. She posts nearly everyday, keeps me in stitches with her intentional mizzpellings and such, and makes everyone else in the blogging world feel inferior because she's just that damn good. Come to think of it... that may be the reason all my blogroll is going under dammit. You know... I'll have to think more about this.

Next we have Tink. I miss Tink and her cuteness. We can all use a little more cuteness in our lives, and she was fun, but alas, the blog isn't dead, but I don't expect her to post anymore. She might, as she left the door open for it, but we all doubt it.

MW's gone but not forgotten, Wa11z closed up shop after 10,000 hits, JennyLu updates irregularly because of real life happenings, WOWie is one of those too busy with real life to worry about blogging, which is a shame. She liked me (hush P... I don't know why either). Then there's TDub, another happily married chicky that made me smile, but she hasn't updated in a coon's age either even though she had a following that most bloggers would have killed for. Danigirl works her eema off (5 kids and a full time night shift nursing job), but still posts occasionally.

Now Deb... well... she's got nothing better to do than blog so she keeps things running. :P

And finally... the girls Lauren and Holly. If you want to read some really funny stuff, you should've headed over there when they were posting regularly. You'd learn all about the dollar store and the icky quickie favor. But they haven't posted for quite a while and that's that. They'll post again, of that I'm almost certain, but...

And now we come to me. I lay no blame on anyone else because real life's been kicking me in the ass something fierce for the last few years and I just haven't felt like posting. I did notice something that wasn't intentional, but it was kind of interesting to me. I've never missed posting something at least one time each month since I first started. I've decided I'll try to at least keep that up.

As for the cause of all this? I don't know. A blog is an interesting thing, but it removes interaction with people. Originally the bulletin boards that I frequented and got to know a great many of you from were very interactive. Almost like conversations. You got to interact with people nearly real time on a variety of subjects and could give them a raft of shi... erm... I mean, hard time and it was extremely fun. But blog type things and stories didn't fit in that medium very well, so a lot of blogs started up. But blogs are dry. I tell you what I want, then you comment. If you only come back and comment once, that's the end of the conversation. It's a very cold medium, or well... keeps people at a distance. So when twitter comes along and the real time atmosphere makes it seem like a conversation, albeit somewhat removed, but the interaction is what makes online communities run. Hence the popularity of facebook. I think that's why blogs have lost popularity. The medium doesn't lend itself well to what people are looking for, and it's time is nearing an end.

But the more I think about it... forget everything I just said. Let's just blame Tiff.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching

All the commotion
The kiddie like play
Has people talking
Talking

Answer to last lyric: Coming Home by The Scorpions

That's WAC!

2010-09-07T16:23:00.002-06:00

Well, well, well...

Looks like the blue fungus known as Boise State once again beat the establishment. But it was a good game, and to their credit... Virginia Tech was never out of it. It was the kind of game that reinforces the reasons why college football fans tend to drink...

Now it will be fun to watch VT as they put a whoopin' on fermi's ramblin' wreck. Since she was rooting for them against BSU, it's only fair that I return the favor, no? :ewink:

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Every morning
when I wake up yawning
I'm still far away

Truck still rolling
through the early morning
to the place we play

Answer to last lyric: Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress by The Hollies. Way to go Dan!

Feeling A Little Horny...

2010-08-15T22:06:00.001-06:00

Just because the last time I showed these pictures fermi melted...

I decided to do it again.

Enjoy!

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) A fairly easy one folks... with quite possibly the best opening guitar and bass line ever.

Bootlegging boozer on the west side
Full of People who are doing wrong

Just about to call up the DA man
when I heard this woman singing a song

Answer to last lyric: Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis. Way to go ctheokas!

The Week in Review

2010-07-28T14:12:00.004-06:00

Since some of you just can't leave well enough alone... *coughTiffandfermicough* I guess I'll go ahead and make my monthly post. Wha? I'm more consistent than KTM or g_s... sheesh.

Well... this past weekend was the big shindig around these parts. Yup... time to celebrate Mormon days, a.k.a. the 24th of July celebration. Why is the 24th so special you may ask (and I know that you're all asking that. If not, go ahead and ask.)? As near as I can determine, the 24th of July is either when the head polyg settled the Salt Lake Valley, or it's the day that he sent a whole herd of his minions out to settle this particular valley. Either way... I don't think it's much of a reason to celebrate, but we do it anyway.

How exactly do you celebrate Mormon Days? Well... first of all, you change the name to "Pioneer Days" so that there's some semblance of separation of church and state. Not much mind you, but a semblance. The town elders still wait for direction from the Mormon church elders as to which weekend to hold the big shindig. After all... how can they possibly decide on their own which weekend to hold the rodeo if the 24th falls on a Tuesday or Wednesday? The weekend before or after? Such decisions you see can't be left to just mere mortals...

Second of all, you figure out how to milk patrons for all the money you can. Over the years, there have been many ways to do this. A gigantic 20 mile horse race, a smaller 5 mile horse race, team brandings, team sortings, and most recently... the bump and rub.

What's a bump and rub you may ask again? Well... it's a car race. The rules are simple, you buy a two wheel drive car with a 4 cyl engine for less than $500, knock all of the glass out of it, pay your $100 entry fee and then line up head to head with your opponent and try to wreck him on your two lap circuit while avoiding his attempts to wreck you in a double elimination tournament. BTW... it's very important that you don't rub your opponent in such as way as to wreck your own radiator or fenders thereby shredding your tires. It's a lot of fun to watch. As you can well imagine, by the time you get a $500 car it's pretty well hammered already. Some get rubbed out, some blow up all on their own... good times.

The bump and rub took place on Tuesday and drew a big crowd this year after last year's inaugural event and the resulting word of mouth advertising. I missed last year, but I can say that I probably won't miss any from now on. It was a real hoot, even when one guy went too fast over the table top jump and fractured his passenger's spine and we had to wait for 45 minutes for the next ambulance to arrive... gave you time to vizit wid da neighbors.

The next thing you do is take your kids to the gymkhanna. A kids rodeo that lasts damn near all night long by the time that they all get to compete. Mutton busting, balloon races, boot races, barrel racing, pole bending, calf riding, cow hide races where somebody drags you from one end of the arena to the other on an old cow hide and back again, and of course the zoo scramble. Loads of fun and tears.

Probably the final way to celebrate is to buy large quantities of libation and sit and watch the rodeo on Friday and Saturday nights. Of course you don't sit in the main or "family" section of the stands... no, you sit over by the chutes and calf pens with all of the other sinners and stagger around with a much better view of the action. Then on Saturday night you look straight in the air as they launch a firework display the likes of which you'll never see anywhere else. Why won't you see it anywhere else? Because we take safety a little less seriously than other areas and they launch the fireworks less than 100 yards from the arena. It makes for a very impressive show. One year, my cousin got hit on the bridge of her nose by falling debris (a heavy walled cardboard tube). Nothing like being right in the middle of the action. All in all worth the price of admission.

Then on Sunday we have our annual family reunion. Usually quite enjoyable.

Of course after a weekend of late nights and frivolity, I went up to the folks house on Monday morning and was met by Spot the dog. Spot the dog had gotten cozy with a porcupine the night before and so he was sporting a large porcupine quill moustache. I haven't seen a porcupine in about 20 years so I was surprised to say the least. We tried to pull out the quills with a pair of pliers but he got to the point where he was in a lot of pain and violently biting me on the hand and legs so it was time to go to plan B... No... we didn't shoot him for being stupid, although we probably should have, it would have been a lot cheaper. Nope, I had to run him in to the vet and they knocked him out and pulled the quills out while he was asleep. I don't know how that could possibly cost $200, but it did. $200 for a 5 cent dog... *sigh*

So... how was your weekend?

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Chelsea Chelsea I believe that when your dancing
Slowly sucking your sleeve
The boys get lonely after you leave
And it's one for the Dagger and another for the one you believe

Answer to last lyric: Backwater by The Meat Puppets. Way to go Dan!

Best Blog Post Evah...

2010-06-13T21:35:00.004-06:00

Ditto.

Edit: For the musicians amongst us.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

And when I should been gone a long time
Laughs and say, I find ways
Just when we're sheltered under paper
The rockets come at us sideways

Answer to last lyric: Time of the Season by The Zombies. Groovy fermicat!

The Time of the Season...

2010-05-22T20:09:00.002-06:00

It's days like this that remind me of the reasons for living...

The trees are budding and blooming...

The bees are in full buzz...

The willows are starting to sprout their leaves...

The birds are nesting and chirping...

The snow is falling... Que???

Ahhh yes... Spring in bat country. Wish you were here.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Another easy one. I'll be ashamed of all of you if you don't get it.

What's your name?
(What's your name?)
Who's your daddy?
(Who's your daddy? He rich?)
Is he rich like me?

Has he taken
(has he taken)
Any time
(Any time to show)
To show you what you need to live?

Answer to last lyric: Mr. Shorty by Marty Robbins.

Funniest Thing I've Heard in a While...

2010-05-09T22:16:00.002-06:00

So I'm watchin' the news tonight and there's a human interest story on, which is a repeat of human interest story from the past.

Anyway, there's three Nathan Fillions (old guys) out on Lake Cascade ice fishing. These guys go out there every day for about 9 hours a day and try to catch a fish or two. The reporter asks...

So what does it take to make a good fishing spot out here?

The one old guy says... "Erm... well... uh, nothin'."

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Here's an easy one for some of you...

Said he would work through the winter
for thirty a month, and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
when a fella' came in through the door...

Oh it was plain he was lookin' for trouble
By the way that he came stompin' in.
He told me to leave shorty there by himself
and come down and wait on a man.

Answer to last lyric: How You Like Me Now by The Heavy. Dammit Tiff! You were supposed to get this one because of your fondness for sock monkeys!

The Eyes Have It...

2010-04-13T14:30:00.003-06:00

Wow... two posts in less than a month? I'm on a roll...

As a few of my regular readers know... I'm not wont to put my picture up here in the wide world web... or at least not all of it. And, believe it or not, there are a few folks who have asked me why I always black out my eyes. Well... time to tell you another story that happened not all that long ago.

The night of Sexy Rexy's funeral, I went down to the local to see if they were having a wake of sorts for him. A few of the folks I saw at the funeral told me that they'd be there sometime or other, so I decided to go a visit.

When I got there, the place was almost empty. A couple of people here, a few there. Not much of a crowd at all. So I bellied up to the bar and ordered a draft just because I didn't have the heart to just turn around and go.

I cleaned up and was wearing my leather jacket, but it was still winter, and I was sporting my flowing locks and Yukon Cornelius beard. However, I wasn't wearing any kind of a hat, so my thick wavy hair was in full "fro" mode, although swept back.

The first one went down pretty easy, so I ordered another. As I was starting my second round, the wife of a neighbor of mine who'd been there a while, staggered around to the back of the bar and walked right up in front of me and asked, "Do I know you?"

I looked at her and said, "I dunno, that's a question that only you know the answer to."

She nodded, "Yep. You're right. So let me ask this, do you know me?"

I replied, "Yes, I know who you are."

She studied me for a while, all the time I'm getting a kick out of stumping the drunk, then she asked again, "Have we met before?"

"Yes, we've met before."

"You've got to be a [my last name]." she finally told me.

"What makes you say that?" I inquired.

"It's your eyes. They look like a [my last name]'s eyes."

And this folks... is the truth. My great grandfather branded a lot of us with a common set of eyes. While my appearance may change quite a bit, there's one thing that can't, and that's the eyes. If only Mrs. Bunyon were still around here to confirm it all for ya. ;)

And that folks, is why you'll never see them... online at least.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Remember the time
When I eat you up?
You know that I wasn't lyin'
that you can't give up
So if I was to cheat
on you baby would you see right through me?
If I sing a sad, sad, sad, sad song
would you give it to me?

Answer to last lyric: Cemetary Gates by Pantera. Way to go g_s you headbanger you!

He Was the Best of Guys...

2010-03-24T17:39:00.002-06:00

He was the worst of guys...

Who am I speaking of exactly? Well... me of course.

The other day my neighbor called. He's married, lives down the road a bit, slightly younger than I am and has a couple of kids. He said, man, haven't seen you in forever, care if I come over and drink a beer with ya? I said, sure. Then I proceeded to call another friend who we both knew and told him to come down.

The second guy is my best friend from high school who just moved back. He's married with five kids.

So both of them show up and all of a sudden... not ten minutes later a cousin of mine and his boy dropped in.

A few rounds of darts, and a few drinks later, my cousin said the reason he and the boy stopped by was to pick me up on the way to town for a burger and he was hungry. Ok... we all pulled up stakes and headed to the local.

On the way, my neighbor calls the wife and gives her the "Don't wait up for me" speech. He blamed it on me.

After a couple of hours at the local with a few cheeseburgers, a few games of pool, and a couple pitchers we headed back home. My best friend told me he was going to blame it on me if he got home and the wife was cross.

Fortunately, my cousin was housesitting at his folk's place while they're in Hawaii, so he didn't have to blame me... this time.

So I looked over at the gang and said, "There's not a wife in this part of the world that likes me, is there." The response? "Nope. Probably not." And then it hit me...

Now I'm not much of a rounder. Shoot... I hardly leave the house, but I'm a single guy. Unattached, with no one to answer to for things like that. I'm an easy excuse. I don't mind being the fall guy really, but I wonder how many times I've been blamed and never even been there to have the fun! Yup, that's me... the buddy that every guy wants to have, but every wife loves to hate.

I wonder if that's why I never get invited over for dinner anymore... ;P

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Through all those complex years
I thought I was alone.
I didn't care to look around
And make this world my own...
And when she died
I shouldve cried and spared myself some pain.
You left me incomplete,
All alone as the memories still remain.

Answer to last lyric: Mad World by Tears for Fears, but better accomplished by Gary Jules. Way to go Cthee!

Curl Me Baby!

2010-02-22T22:46:00.002-07:00

I've got to break down and admit it... Yup. I've been watching the Olympics.

Ok... not really a shocker, I know... but here's something you might not know. I love watching the Curling matches. A lot of people think it's boring, but I truly appreciate the many aspects of it.

The strategy, the skill it takes to consistently throw the stone where you want it. It's just a game that looks incredibly simple when you watch the best, but I know it's a helluva tough game.

Of course it doesn't hurt that there's a bunch of lovely ladies yelling out "HARD HARD HARD easy easy HARD HARD!!!"

Well... that and I find the female Canadian Skip to be quite attractive too. Hmmmm... perhaps I'd better get ahold of Nicola up in Calgary again. Maybe she can hook me up...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

And I find it kind of funny
and I find it kind of sad
that the dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had

Answer to last lyric: The Rodeo Song. I shouldn't give this to her, but... Way to go Tiff!

Plantin' Another One...

2010-01-28T14:52:00.008-07:00

Well... Just got through plantin' another friend in the ground. I must be a good farmer.

Rex was a helluva guy. He was quite a bit older than I was, fact is, he's just a year younger than my mom, but he was an easy guy to like, and I did.

I first really knew of him when I was back in grade school and he started driving a school bus. He wasn't on our route, but man... everyone wanted Rex to be their driver. Funny, hard of hearing, and he let anything short of homicide slide. Yeah... he was Otto the bus driver 20 years before the Simpsons hit the airwaves. All the kids loved him.

Eventually, I aged and got to ride with Rex on the athletic trips. Oh yeah... he was the standard bus driver for all athletic events. The reason? Well... he knew his way around an engine and ripped the governor off of his bus and turned a few screws up too. That bus got up and moved and we'd make "good time" getting to and from the games. It was an awesome time of life. But Rex cut a few other corners, like not coming to a complete stop at some railroad tracks and opening the door, and somebody ratted him out. That was the end of Rex as a bus driver.

As you can tell... Rex was a free spirit. Harley rider, smoker in his early days, and he knew what the golden elixir tasted like. So after his sudden departure at the bus depot, he went to work for a paving company.

By this time, he was damn near deaf, so they put him on the crusher. Nobody else could stand it because of the noise, but he got along just fine.

I was talking with another friend one day and he asked what Rex was doing now. I told him that I thought he was still working at the paving company. "Oh no," he said, "He lost that job." "How come?" I replied. My buddy looks at me an says, "They found a little blood in his drug system."

I could tell you stories about Rex for days, for every time I was around him it was always a laugh riot. As some of you may know, I'm usually a jovial fellow, and so was he, at least around me. He'd make me bust up, and I'd do my best to return the favor. Good times.

Rex gave me one last full throttle experience today too. I've never been to a funeral where they played rock music in the background until today. From the Blues Brother's opening before the prayer, to That Old Time Rock and Roll as they rolled him out, with a little If You're Gonna Go to Heaven, You've got to Raise and Little Hell in between...

So in closing... I could palaver about this or that... I could come up with some quote from some deep thinker or philosopher... yeah. I could do that, but the picture on the back of the funeral program probably said it best.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) In honor of Rex, I'll pull one out of the ol' high school memory section.

Well it's 40 below,
and I don't give a f*ck
got a heater in my truck
and I'm off to the rodeo!

Answer to last lyric: Knockin' at Your Back Door by Deep Purple. Way to go Doc!

And One For Tink...

2010-01-15T21:30:00.003-07:00

Even though our little Tinkerbell has left the blogosphere (seems to be happening a lot lately), I've decided to go ahead and tell the tale about the little "shoplifting" experience. Who knows... maybe we'll even get her out of hiding to read it. ;)

It was waaay back in my first year of univerzity stoodies. Jes... that was when I wasn't quite at the bastard level that I had achieved by the time I was a seeenior, but I was working on it.

Anyway, my roommate and I were downtown for some reason or other, and I decided I needed another pack of Extra sugar free cinnamon gum, one of my college staples. A few years later, another friend of mine told me a story about gum that's absolutely classic, but I'll save that for another time.

So we pulled into the supermarket so that I could score some of the good stuff. My roomie didn't have anything to buy, and I only wanted gum, so it was a quick in and out procedure. I asked if he was planning on waiting in the car and he said, nah... he'd come in, so off we both went.

As with most supermarkets, the gum was right up next to the checkout counter and so we walked in... walked up behind the checkout counter, grabbed the pack of gum, and took that one last step to the checker.

I shouldn't have to describe a checkout line to any of you, should I? If I do... well... you've led a sheltered life and you need to check out just once for the experience. But I digress...

I was in front, and my roomie in line behind me with both hands in his pocket waiting for me to flip the buck up there and get change. We were the only two in line. So I give the checker the pack of gum, she tells me "That'll be eighty three cents." and I give her a buck and look back at my roomie while she's counting change. He's just standing there, hands in his pockets, gawking off into space. It was one of those moments when you're just not there at all. But he should have been, cause when I looked back at him, I knew immediately what I had to do...

The checker handed me my change and wished me a nice day, so I took one step forward and then looked back as my roommate started to follow. I sprung into action immediately. I looked right at my roommate with the most serious face I could muster and said...

"Hey, aren't you going to pay for that?"

Simultaneously the checker's head snapped around and my roomie froze with his eyes as big as saucers and his mouth completely open in shocked disbelief. The only sound he could muster was a weak... "Wha?"

At this point I can assure you he was completely present and in the moment. He, however, doesn't know what to do. Does he pull his hands out of his pockets in a show of innocence? Does he leave his hands in there and face the x-ray vision of the checker? Does he run? Does he pay for something he doesn't even have?

I let him dangle there for a few seconds that didn't seem a day over a decade to him and then busted up laughing. I looked at the checker and said, "He doesn't have anything... I just couldn't pass that up." She's still giving him the skunk eye though, and he finds his voice and says... "Yeah. I don't have anything!" and holds his hands up.

So we walk out and he looks up at me (he was a bit shorter than I) and says, "You asshole." and started laughing.

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The mystery lyric's back!!!

Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a samurai.
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face, ohhhhh
It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase.

Answer to last lyric: Dead Memories by Slipknot. Not even a guess. *sigh*

New Post, Old Subject... Unfortunately.

2010-01-01T14:40:00.002-07:00

Well... here we are again.

My best friend from HS called me the other day. He was in tears, and told me that his older brother's son had just been killed in a car wreck.

He was 19 and had just gotten through serving his first year in the Coast Guard. Turns out, he had a sweetie and they were looking at rings and although he hadn't popped the question, they felt like they were engaged to boot.

He and his dad had just stopped down here for a short visit over Thanksgiving, and now he's gone. He was always a good kid to me, and his death is hitting the family pretty hard, especially coming this time of the year.

Not the best subject to post about, but alas...

R.I.P. Ethan.

Not a good post for lyrics, so back with the Lyrics soon...

One for TDub...

2009-12-23T20:20:00.004-07:00

Since some of you keep clamoring for a new post (who knows why), I've decided to kill two birds with one stone.

First... I guess I'll wish you all a merry one. Don't get too snockered *coughKTMcough*, and if you do, just remember not to yak in the back seat.

Secondly... Here's a little smilie just for TDub...

As for the mystery lyric... YouTube's been acting up something fierce on me lately so I'll try to pick up next time.

Gobble Gobble...

2009-11-26T10:57:00.001-07:00

Hope you all have a great one. Just remember... there are no calories in Thanksgiving dinner so eat accordingly.

Smilie Code 102

2009-11-18T21:53:00.004-07:00

A little while back... you were all treated to a free education in Smilies in Smilie Code 101. Since we're all about edumacation around these parts, let's go ahead with the lecture, shall we?

This little jewel is for those times when you've imbibed a weeeee bit o' the Irish and you're feeling pleasantly toasty. I think the little picture pretty well sums the feeling up nicely. It is represented by :drunk: .

Closely associated with the :drunk: is the drinking smilie. After all... one leads to the other, does it not? It is represented by the :beergood: .

This one is for WOWie. I know that she's admitted to being a little bleary eyed in the misty morn, and as she's wrapped in her tattered, yet comfy, warm robe on the front porch, she sips on this elixir. It's represented by :coffee: .

This next one I usually reserve for KTM or perhaps PinTA. They're forever doing things worthy of it... It's represented by :snicker: .

This too is almost solely dedicated to those who deserve it. Unlike the previous one, this is for when a comment leaves me rolling on the floor laughing my ass off. If you've never seen this one in the comment section of your blog... perhaps it's time to step up your game a bit. ;) It's represented by the :rotflmao: .

What happens when you're drinking something while you're reading this blog? No... it's not the "hurl" smilie, or the :g2f:... sheesh... get a clue people. It's the spew! It's represented by the :spew: .

And lastly one that's dedicated to Danigirl. Ok... maybe some of the rest of you too, but it's a friendly little kiss on the cheek. It's represented by the :kotc: .

There are once again numerous others, but that's enough for now. Perhaps at the 201 level, you'll be introduced to the infamous lech, smokin, and spinning smilies. Yes... once again you'll have to wait for the lech. It's much too graphic for this class... :ewink:

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

But you asked me to
love you and I did.
Traded my emotions
for a contract to commit.
And when I got away,
I only got so far.
The other me is dead.
I hear his voice inside my head

Answer to last lyric: Waltzing Matilda by many, many singers. My favorite is the Irish Rovers, but alas... no such luck on the Tube. Way to go Doc! A close second was Mr. Schprock.

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree...

2009-10-22T20:24:00.005-06:00

Damn... how sad is it that on a Thursday night there's nothing worth watching? How much sadder is it that I'm bored enough to actually make another post...

Oh well...

Time for another tale from the days of yore.

Back in the day, I went to college. I know... you can't tell most days, but yes... I've actually got a couple of degrees under my belt. But this isn't about my intellectual prowess, no... actually it's about my sweet tooth.

One of our favorite haunts was the Premium Malt Shoppe. And, believe it or not, they served malts and milk shakes. There's a shocker, no? And not just some weak runny colored crap. These were a real man's milkshake. 50's motif, the employees wore the red and white vertical striped uniforms and the little white paper hats, and the shakes were edible only with a spoon and on an empty stomach. Thick and 3 inches above the top of the cup. *slurp* If there was a Premium in Maine, I'd give it some ME love.

Anyway... one of the best parts about the ol' shoppe, was the drive up window. One of the worst parts about the ol' shoppe was the wait at the drive up window. The "Premium" was on the main street and only set back about two car lengths. That meant that the car at the window was out of harm's way, as was the car directly behind it. Next came the sidewalk, and that meant the third vehicle in line was half on, half off the main road. But that's where they'd run out and take your order so it was all good. After that, you just pulled off to the side of the road and hoped people didn't rear end you.

We were in the third hole the day that this particular tale took place. We were in my friend's pickup, and we knew enough not to block the sidewalk, because... well... it was common courtesy.

So we're viztin' along there as we waited about some life changing event I'm sure, when from our right a kid of about 8 years old rides down the sidewalk on his bicycle. He was a little wobbly, and his handlebars and front wheel were weaving back and forth just about as far as possible without him eating it. Now as I said... there was a good 4 feet between the car in front of us and the pickup's grill, plenty of room for him to get by, but he started to panic at the narrow corridor and just as he got to the middle of my buddy's front bumper, he wrecked right into the grill. He quickly put his left foot down to keep from falling all the way and then looked up at us in shock/embarrassment with his mouth half agape. The poor little guy had on these big coke bottle eyeglasses with wire frames. We felt really bad for the kid, and no anger was to be found even though the plastic grill might have suffered a little damage in the process.

The kid rights himself and speeds away before his dad, who was riding his bicycle right behind him, ran into him.

The dad slows down a bit and the kid rides away, but then the dad get's a little shakey and... BAM! tips over in exactly the same place as the kid, falling right into my buddy's grill. The dad quickly put his left foot down to keep from falling all the way and then looked up at us in shock/embarrassment with his mouth half agape. The dad had on these HUGE coke bottle eyeglasses with wire frames.

Now this turn of events was not what we'd expected. Neither one of us said a word, the dad righted the ship and peddled away. I looked over at my buddy, he looked over at me.

We both busted up laughing uncontrollably.

EDIT!!! This just in...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

But the swagman he upped
and he jumped into the water hole
drowning himself by the coolibah tree
and his ghost ghost can be heard
as you walk along the bilabong

Answer to last lyric: Run to the Hills by Iron Maiden. Way to go Dan!.

District 9 (The Review)...

2009-09-12T22:20:00.002-06:00

Ok... where were we... ah yes, the good, the bad, and the rest.

Argggggh matey... be wary, thar be spoilers ahead!

The good:
As I said last time, this was the best example of classic science fiction that I've seen in years. The thing about classic sci-fi is that it tackles some aspect of human life indirectly and draws your attention to it in such a way that you realize it's wrong.

The main point of District 9 was oppression and discrimination. Both of those subject have been beaten to death in the last few years, but this time... well... they did a damn good job of it. The thing that made it great for me is that it wasn't preachy at all and it was spot on.

For those of you that don't know already, the precept of the film is that an alien ship appears above South Africa and it's filled with weird aliens that get the derogatory term of "prawn" attached to them. Now since there are about a million of them that just get dumped on the local society, there isn't enough food or space for them, so they develop a slum area and scramble for resources.

Now since they're now draining the local areas, the locals start to resent them and of course want them to leave, all the while calling them bad things.

Here's what made it great. EVERYBODY in South Africa oppressed them and discriminated against them. White, Black, Purple... it didn't matter. They all hated the prawns, and that's what made it awesome. You see... it wasn't that discrimination would occur, it was that everyone would discriminate given the opportunity. That was great.

The Bad:
It fell into a lot of old cliches. Here we have a population of aliens with a space ship. A FREAKIN' SPACE SHIP!!! And they get oppressed by us? We, who only have, sticks and stones compared to their lightning bolt weapons? Yeah... right. If this really happened, we'd be cleaning the spoor off the floor of their mansions at lightning bolt point and saying "Yes'm".

Also... there's the requisite small child who's more intelligent than all other creatures combined. I imagine it was written by Stephen King.

The rest:
Once you suspend your disbelief, and just accept the world as created by the film maker... it's very well done. It has you rooting for people/things that you find yourself somewhat repulsed at rooting for. It also makes you feel kinda dirty. And not in a good way.

But overall... I liked it. Your thoughts??? Please... enlighten all of us. Even Tiff.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for cree
Oh will we ever be set free?

Answer to last lyric: Blue Monday by Orgy. You all sicken me.

District 9

2009-08-22T10:16:00.002-06:00

After a rather long and arduous week, Thursday night found me with little to do and in town to boot. I decided to go hit the show, and given the local choices and my penchant for science fiction, it was either Star Trek, or District 9. I chose District 9 because I hadn't seen much hype about it, but I had seen some reviews giving it a good recommendation.

Unfortunately... those reviews also ended up spoiling me to a great deal of what was going to happen throughout the film. I think it would have been far better to go into the film without any idea of what was going to happen. Of course... if you've ever seen any type of sci-fi in the past, you have a pretty good idea of what's going to happen anyway, but I digress...

Overall... District 9 was the best example of classic science fiction that I've seen in a long time. Anyone who's read or watched classic science fiction and enjoyed it will immediately pick up on what I'm talking about here if they watch it. Now I, unlike the reviewers, am not going to spoil anything for you... at least in this post.

A couple words of caution though... it takes place in South Africa and the accents are fairly foreign to the accents that I'm used to listening to. Takes some time to understand and also I missed quite a bit of dialogue getting up to speed. Fortunately, they subtitle a lot of the dialogue in a way that's very well done cinematically within the framework they've created.

Secondly, it's fairly gory at times, and that causes the third plane to be broken even when the film maker probably shouldn't have or didn't intend. It's a bit off and broke the continuity a little bit for me.

Lastly... as with most offerings of this kind... there's a lot of holes I can pick in the thing. I'll save those for next time, after everyone who wants to see it has had a chance.

Because of all the little things, it's not a grand slam like the Dark Knight was, but it's definitely a high 7 out of 10. I liked it, even though it's not a feel good movie. Actually... that's probably why I liked it.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
Theyll turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But Im quite sure that youll tell me
Just how I should feel today

Answer to last lyric: Metal Health by Quiet Riot. Way to go Doc! JennyLu... you need help. :P

So Tell Me...

2009-08-17T15:49:00.002-06:00

Is 36 degrees too cold for the middle of August? I'm gonna argue that it is...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Well I'm frustrated
Outdated
I really want to be over-rated
I'm a finder
And I'm a keeper
I'm not a loser and I ain't no weeper

Answer to last lyric: Be Yourself by Audioslave

Ain't Got No Class (the long version)

2009-08-05T20:07:00.002-06:00

Ok... so I've been out of school for a couple years now, but I still live in the same hometown. In fact... as many of you may already know, I've moved a grand total of around a mile from where I grew up. Suffice it to say... I know my way around this part of the world. It's also safe to say that I'm not that hard to track down. Truth be told... most all of my classmates still have parents that live in the area, so how hard would it be to track them down and make sure they were invited? Not very...

Anyway, it is customary around these parts that the Senior class president is responsible for putting together all such reunions post graduation, and I was almost elected class president even though I was not very popular. One day, my dad held me out of school to go move cattle or some such thing. As it turned out, that was the day that class elections were held. Nobody knew it, but that's that. I was nominated along with five or six other people, and because the vote was split, I was in a tie for the winner. Had I been there, I would have most likely voted for myself and won. I wasn't, I didn't, I lost in the runoff. That, as it turns out, was a good thing.

The word came out that the person who was elected class president was handling things, and was going to contact people for the class reunion. Case closed... except... well... nobody knew about it. (Hey! It was on facebook, isn't that good enough?)

The few classmates I saw around this summer always asked me if we were having one and I had to reply that I didn't know, or at least wasn't invited if there was one. They hadn't heard anything.

Fast forward to the week before the big day. Nobody had heard anything yet. Then... my best friend from HS had a message on his celly informing him of a class reunion and the time and place. He looked at me and told me... "If I'm going... you've got to go too." Being the good friend I am, I of course replied, "Hell no! You got invited to that thing, not me..."

"Oh c'mon! I'll drive." he pleaded.

So the day comes and my buddy, his wife, and I head down to the big shindig. My buddy looks pretty much like he did when we graduated, and his wife... well... five kids later, she looks EXACTLY like she did back then. And me? I dunno... I think I look pretty much the same, but I've dropped the glasses and have a bit of a beard now. Not much of one, mind you, but obviously enough. Ok... I might have put on a few pounds too... like maybe 40. But hey! I carry it well dammit!

Alright, so we show up (with a fully stocked cooler in the back of his pickup), and we walk up to the collection of folks assembled (all 4 of them) and they all give my buddy a full smile greeting and hugs all around. Me? Not so much... When I'd say hello and call them by name, they'd look at me quizzically and say... um... who are you? I was going to say the foreign exchange student from junior year (we never had a foreign exchange student) and watch them struggle, but alas... somebody would always rat me out.

So almost half of the class ended up showing up at sometime during the day, and a quarter of those people didn't recognize me. What was I... chopped liver?

Truth be told... I kinda got a kick out of it. I mean it's not everyday that you get to meet people you've known your whole life for the first time.

As for the theories... my buddy's wife told me I looked younger than anyone there. A cousin thought it was the beard, another thought it was the overall physical appearance changes or my height.

I think it's because people really don't pay attention and I'm sure my projection (a.k.a. change in attitude) is much different now that I'm not looking for anyone's acceptance or approval.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

someone finds salvation in everyone
and another only fame
someone tries to hide themself
down inside himself he breathes
someone swears his true love
until the end of time
another runs away
seperate or united?
empty or insane?

Answer to last lyric: All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix (there is no other version). Way to go Doc!

A Quick Question...

2009-07-28T20:50:00.003-06:00

If you go to a class reunion and nobody recognizes you... Is that a bad thing?

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late
Hey

Answer to last lyric: San Angelo by Marty Robbins. No cigars...

Dance of the Penguins, Friday Finale...

2009-06-26T19:20:00.004-06:00

Seems I've outrun all of you slackers...

Now the piece de resistance...

Linky goodness.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Up on a housetop
but plainly I see
There hides a man with a rifle
that's pointed at me

Answer to last lyric: Gone Away by The Offspring. Bloody slackers...

Dance of the Penguins, Thursday Edition...

2009-06-25T17:07:00.002-06:00

Damn... running around like a long tail cat in a room full of rockin' chairs...

But here's another awwwwww moment for ya'll (a little southern lingo there)...

Bob Donaldson/Post-Gazette

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and hail marys
Cant bring back whats taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would

Answer to last lyric: Plowed by Sponge. Damn... not even one guess. Slackers...

Dance of the Penguins, Wednesday Edition...

2009-06-24T19:26:00.003-06:00

One comment? One lousy comment? (Thanks JennyLu) You people are a bunch of slackers... (I blame Tiff for this)

Well... today was hot and muggy... (I also blame Tiff for this)

Moved cattle in the morning, finished cutting hay this afternoon.

And now your moment of bliss...

Peter Diana/Post-Gazette

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

To see wide open
With a head thats broken
Hang a life on a tragedy
Plow me under the ground
That covers the message
That is the seed

Answer to last lyric: Vaya Con Dios by Les Paul and Mary Ford. Way to go JennyLu!

Dance of the Penguins, Tuesday Edition...

2009-06-23T20:10:00.003-06:00

Holy sheep dip... what a day. Not a good day to cut hay...

Peter Diana/Post-Gazette

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Now the hacienda's dark
The town is sleeping
Now the time has come to part
The time for weeping

Answer to last lyric: One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head. Way to go Doc!

Dance of the Penguins...

2009-06-22T19:18:00.003-06:00

Yes ladies and gentlemen... the gauntlet has been thrown down. As a man of integrity, I cannot leave it lay there, and must pick it up. So... for the next week or so in order to fend off some fiendish catblogging plot against me, I give you...

The Dance of the Penguins.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Ok... this one is soooooooo easy it's gonna be short.

I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine.

Answer to last lyric: Hurdy Gurdy Man by Donovan.

"About a Bastard" the Resolution...

2009-06-07T21:18:00.003-06:00

Ok... where were we. Ah yes... we'd just jumped in the car and were heading for Salt Lake.

As I said last time, Chief was driving because C and I had that little physiology experiment going on. Now Chief's car was a larger Buick type thing, but it was only a two door. C and I got in the back, which turned out to not be a good thing, while P and Chief were in the front.

I can't really remember what exact month it was, but it was in the dead of winter so that makes it either Jan or Feb. The reason that was important is because Chief cranked the heat up in the ol' coche. So in a matter of a few miles... the car was approaching 1000 degrees on the inside. Not only that, but the road between our little university town and the greater Wasatch area was through a narrow and twisting canyon. Many twists and turns to be had.

There are all types of drivers in this world. Smooth and steady, rough and ragged, and then there's Chief.

Even though he was completely sober, you'd have never known it. Every curve we came to he tried to turn into a 90 degree corner. Straight, straight, straight, hard right. Straight, straight, straight, hard left. Now when you combine the excessive heat, stuffiness of the inside of the car, and the herky jerky action of the driver, oh yeah... and maybe, just maybe the large volume of a certain amber elixir sloshing around in my gut, you get something not completely unlike extreme car sickness.

I took it as long as I could, then had to yell "Pullover!" in that "it's all coming back up" kinda way. Funny thing, that particular way of speaking leads to a universal understanding without any other explanation.

Chief hit the brakes and we skidded to a halt as P hurriedly threw the door open and leaned forward so I could get out of the back seat before he took an unwanted shower. I scrambled out of the car and tried to expel the fluids that were now quite unsettled in my stomach.

But another funny thing happened. Once I got out of the car and was hit in the face with the cool oxygen filled air of the great outdoors, I immediately felt much better. Physiology at it's finest.

This entire sequence of events repeated itself not 10 miles down the road. This time while I was out of the car, P moved into the back seat and I took over the shotgun position. From then on, I was able to crack the window and everything was copacetic.

However... the clock was working against us, and we could see that the erm... school, was going to be closed by the time we got there. But, Chief knew of another educational establishment close by in Ogden, so we all decided to go there instead.

We walked into the joint, payed a little tuition at the door, and sat down at the areas provided for us. Now this place really took education seriously and had the instructors on elevated platforms at eye level so we could really learn. They also had a nice padded leather strip around the entire edge of the platform about waist high too. The physiology lesson kicked into overdrive and my eyelids became very heavy. The padding looked sooooo comfortable, I just had to lay my head down and try it out.

That dern waitress though... she kept coming by and tapping me on the shoulder and asking, "Are you alright honey? Are you sure there's nothing I can get you?" But I assured her everything was fine each time, and she'd move on.

About 10 minutes later, the lights came on in the place and the study session was over for the night. Damn... we just got there I complained. It was about then that my cohorts informed me we'd been there about 3 hours and I'd slept the whole time. Dagonnit... I hate missing out on educational opportunities like that, but oh well.

So we drove back home without any further ado.

Fast forward now back to Chief's wedding reception. We were talking about things as I've previously mentioned and Chief's new bride came over to listen. I asked him where they were going to live and he told us Salt Lake. I could have let him off the hook, but as I said last time... I'm not that guy.

"Yeah... I remember we were all headed down to Salt Lake one time, but we didn't make it past Ogden if I remember correctly." I said.

Chief turned white and just kinda nodded in agreement. P looked over at me with half a smile and just shook his head slowly.

Chief's new bride was a bit confused, coming in so late in the tale, and told him she needed him to come over and meet a couple of other folks. We said our goodbyes and walked over to the table where P's wife was sitting. Once we got seated, P looked over at me with a smirk on his face and said...

"I've decided you're about a bastard."

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquillity.

Answer to last lyric: Perfect Strangers by Deep Purple.

"About a Bastard"

2009-05-23T20:16:00.005-06:00

You people never cease to amaze me... When given the choice, you always pick the longest, most intricate of the stories. But alas... I did give you the opportunity to pick, so...

I was invited to a wedding reception of a college friend mine (let's call him Chief). It had been quite a few years since we'd seen each other and so it kind of became a reunion of sorts for the gang that I'd hung out with. It was also the first time I'd met Chief's new bride, and while she was busy visiting with some other people, Chief and I were talking about old times. My best friend from college (P) was also there beside us as we caught up.

About 3/4ths of the way through the trip down memory lane... Chief's bride appeared. Most people in my position would have switched stories in order to let him off the hook. I'm not most people...

And now for a little backstory.

As some of you know, I first entered college in the field of Electrical Engineering. Now as an EE, you take a lot of classes that are very number oriented. Math, computer science, physics, some digital circuit design courses... you know... very exact and technical.

After about 3 years of this endeavor, I decided it wasn't the field for me and I switched to business. Of course business was mostly accounting, economics, finance and all other things that were also extremely number oriented. As you can tell... those of us in these fields were not really exposed to the arts in order to develop a well rounded education.

The college mantra is of course, "a well rounded education", but we all know that's a bunch of crap. How many art majors do you know with a knowledge of advanced differential equations? Not many, I'll assure you. It was the same with us...

However, we country folk understood that our education wouldn't be complete without some self education if we wanted to become the renaissance men of our generation. We all audited our skill sets, and decided that we needed some further study in the arts and also some anatomy/physiology training. The major question then became... what do we do in order to rectify our shortcomings? The answer came in one of the most unlikely of locations.

Downtown there was a place that also saw the failings of the college education system. So what they did is to invite some young ladies from Salt Lake to come up every Wednesday evening and perform some erm... modern dance routines to some of the contemporary songs of the day. Now these girls had to drive nearly an hour and a half just to make this service available to us intellectually deprived students, and we felt sorry for them in having to do this. It was just understood that we should pay them something for the education that we were receiving, and so we'd give them our tuition when the dance routines were something educational. Being poor college students however... well... that limited us to paying with folded dollar bills, and they really appreciated it too.

This certainly satisfied our academic requirement for the arts (and some anatomy too), but we were still lacking in the physiology department. But they'd thought of everything there and served us with some libations that enabled us to understand the complex relationship between distilled barley, hops, and yeast and how it effected the physiology of the human being. Being good and studious... we dove right in.

The story begins during one of these off campus study sessions...

Chief, another friend of mine, C, and I headed down for one of the evening study sessions. It was a good night. The stri... err... performers were already in the middle of the dance when we arrived, and so we took our seats on the front row so as not to miss any of it. As I've already said... you can't really enjoy modern dance without studying physiology at the same time, and so we set out to test the tolerances of man to this particular libation. And test it we did.

Chief, being a good Mormon boy, declined to test the boundaries of human endurance, so that just left C and I to experiment with Chief remaining as the control. Four or five pitchers later... the class came to an end, but as studious folk, we didn't want our education in the arts to end for the night. Chief allowed as to how he knew a place down in Salt Lake where they educated the patrons nearly all night long, so the plan was made to return to my place so I could get something or other, I can't remember now what it even was, and then we'd head out to further our education.

Unbeknownst to me... my other roommates had been working P over something fierce about his ignorance of the arts and lack of desire to go to class with us. P had told them that if we came back... he'd go with us wherever we went regardless of where that was. He didn't lie.

We all came back to my place, and P was ready to join us for our continuing education. With a steely determination, all four of us went outside, jumped into Chief's car, and headed for Salt Lake...

(To be continued)

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in
Falling rain)

Answer to last lyric: Piano Man by Billy Joel. Way to go fermi!

Choose Your Own Adventure

2009-04-20T20:46:00.014-06:00

Fine buncha readers you all are... calling me lazy like that. You should be ashamed!

Just for that you all have a chance to pick my next post...

Your choices are...

1. A story involving Danzig, Cops, and a notice of nuisance.

2. A story wherein yours truly's best friend from college looked at him and said, "I've decided you're about a bastard."

3. A story involving a roommate and a "shoplifting" experience.

Be warned... each tale will involve some level of revelation about me, so choose wisely.

Running tally:
1 - 3 votes
2 - 6 votes
3 - 5 votes
none of the above - 1 vote
all of the above - 1 vote (WTF?)

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Here's one for my older readers...

Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he's talking with Davy, who's still in the Navy
And probably will be for life

Answer to last lyric: Tuff Enuff by The Fabulous Thunderbirds. I'm ashamed of all of you...

A Blast from the Past...

2009-04-01T19:46:00.003-06:00

I'm feeling lazy today (I blame Tiff for this), so in light of today's date and all... I present to you a repost...

Oh! I forgot... MW's back... don't forget to run over and say hey.

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I ran across this today in Les Nouvelles Fausses...

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Royal Dew.

Correspondent: John Deaux

NEB -- In a move that's sure to shake up both the soft and hard drink industry, U.S. soft drink megacorp Pepsico and Canadian liquor giant Seagrams today announced in a joint statement their plans to release a new combined version of two of their most famous beverages. Citing slumping sales figures, the two plan to combine Seagram's brand whiskey, Crown Royal, with the ever popular Pepsico product, Mountain Dew under the brand name Royal Dew for sale in both the American and Canadian marketplace.

Whether it will be sold in stores, or behind the liquor counter is as yet undetermined, but its mere existence raises serious issues for debate.

Pro Family Group spokesman, T. Totler, expressed outrage at the announcement. "This is outrageous. This is designed to target today's misguided youth and nothing more. We're thinking of calling for a boycott on both products." However, when pressed by this reporter, Ms. Totler did admit to having consumed both products separately.

A local steakhouse/bar owner, who wished to remain anonymous, told this reporter he was overjoyed, "Man, this is gonna save me megabucks. I'm thinking I might even be able to fire a bartender now. At the very least, my waitresses won't have to keep customers waiting as long while they're in the back getting loaded."

As for the rest of the industries, rumors have already circulated that other major soft drink makers, in an attempt to catch up, have already started negotiations with other major liquor distillers to try and compete.

Photo Courtesy of the Amazing Abbadon

BTW, if you think this is a real news story, you need to have your head examined.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Here's an easy one folks...

I'd lay in a pile of burning money that I've earned
and not even worry about getting burned
I'd climb the Empire State Building, fight Muhammad Ali
Just to have you baby close to me

Answer to last lyric: In a Big Country by Big Country. Way to go Simp!

Storytellin, the Next Chapter

2009-03-14T20:43:00.003-06:00

Ok... since TW wanted to hear another story, I'll go ahead and tell the tale of the football game.

Back when I was a senior in high school, we were poised to go to the state championships. Unfortunately in our conference, you had to go undefeated to go to state. One loss and that was the end of your season.

We started out the season strong by beating a local team that was actually in the class above us. We'd beat them pert near every year, so it wasn't that big of a deal. But we got cocky after that, and the next game was with another non-conference opponent. They whooped us 20-0, but it taught us a lesson and we never took another game for granted.

Throughout the season, we took care of every other team we faced, but so had another team. This team had actually beat us in the state championship game the previous year, and we had to play them on their turf. Add to that the game took place in late October when the grass on their field was about 6 inches tall and you could see your breath, and you've got the makings of an epic game.

And an epic game it was.

We'd get the ball and drive half of the field, then they'd stop us and we'd punt. They'd take the ball and drive for a while, then we'd stop them and they'd punt. There were a few turnovers thrown in for good measure. And then there was about 2 minutes left in the game...

The other team had the ball and were driving for the first score of the game.

Of course this is small town high school football, so we played both ways, and on kickoffs and returns. Seniors never left the field.

On this particular down, they threw a pass and their receiver caught the ball. I was the defensive end on that side of the field, and so I turned to watch the outcome as the ball sailed over my head. Our outside linebacker was out of position and all he could do was lunge at the receiver as he was falling to the ground. A touchdown to be certain. However... the receiver had double knotted his shoelaces and as the linebacker flopped to the ground he reached out his hand just as far as he could. Serendipity is a helluva player, and the loop of the receiver's shoelace flipped over the linebacker's outstretched index finger and snagged itself tripping the receiver immediately for a minimal gain.

The clock ran down to under a minute and our coach called timeout to give us all the advice he could. There was only one play left in the game.

Now our opponent ran the single wing offense. What that means is that the quarterback was always in the shotgun formation about 7 yards behind the center. The advantage to this is that the quarterback is removed from the chaos of the line and has a little more time to react. The disadvantage is that he has to catch the long snap.

Our defensive coach came into the huddle and pointed at two of my fellow seniors. "Ok... I want the two of you to line up on the center and bury him as he snaps the ball. Then I want you two linebackers to follow them right up the center and get that quarterback." He looked over at me and the other end and said, "You two ends don't let him get outside, let's take this thing into overtime and win it." The ref came over and told the coach it was time to go, and we all lined up for the final play in regulation.

You've all seen the movies where the football team lines up against each other, hands stained with grass, steam blowing out of each lineman's facemask like so many medieval dragons. It was just exactly like that, only dead silence. The only sound to break the silence was the sound of the quarterback.

"DOWN!"

Then... piercing the silence was the conversation between the two guys on my team lined up directly over the center. "Coach said we're supposed to shove this fucker's head out his asshole, right?"

"SET!!" the QB yelled back.

"That's what he said alright!" my buddy answered.

"HUT!!!" the QB screamed and threw his hands out to catch the football.

Now... I was a good 5 yards away from the conversation being had right over the center, and I heard everything perfectly. You can only imagine how well the center heard the same conversation. He snapped the ball as hard as he could and fell to the ground grabbing his helmet and curling up in a ball as he went trying to avoid the maiming to come. I came off the line in a sprint at the moment the ball was snapped, looking at the QB the whole time, and saw his eyes grow as big as saucers as the football was launched three feet over his head. He jumped to catch it, but it was gone, so he turned around and ran after the bouncing ball. I was one step behind him at this point, and gaining.

While I was running, a couple of thoughts were racing through my mind, do I go for the quarterback or the football. QB? Football? QB?? Football??? As the QB reached for the ball, I made up my mind. The QB was the only player between the football and the endzone, I had to take him out and let the chips fall where they would. His hands just started to touch the ball and I buried him. After the collision, I rolled over to try to find the ball and was able to see my friend, who was lined up over the center, pick the ball up and start running toward the goal line.

You see... once the center assumed the fetal position, there was nobody between him and us.

As I said earlier, the grass was about 6 inches tall and you couldn't see the yardlines, so my buddy ran clear through the endzone and into the parking lot, just to make sure.

There were 30 seconds left, and we kicked off deep and stopped them cold. We won, 7-0.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

I thought that pain and truth were things that really mattered
But you can't stay here with every single hope you had shattered
I'm not expecting to grow flowers in a desert
But I can live and breathe
And see the sun in wintertime

Answer to last lyric: Tarzan Boy by Baltimora. Close, but no cigars.

Even More Storytellin...

2009-02-20T21:47:00.002-07:00

As my irregular readers know... I'm wont to tell a story from time to time. The best, or worst, thing about these tales is well... that they're true.

Now I could tell you the story about when my great uncle took out his false teeth and set them on the table, but I won't.

Or I could tell you about the times that we went skinny dippin' in the beaver ponds... but I won't.

Or I could even tell you about the time in high school when we had a football game that was won in the last seconds by our defense and a fumble recovery for a touchdown. But once again... I won't.

No... today's tale is the sad tale of Brent and his magic disappearing steak.

We were camped up on the mountain moving cattle to the high range. As I've told you all before... during the summer rides, such as this one, we'd get up before sunrise and eat breakfast and then head out and move the cattle around until around lunch time. After that... we'd come back to the cabin and eat lunch, take a little nap, and then catch another horse and head back out for another evening ride until around dark or so. We spent many a night trotting back to the cabin in the dark, which is actually kinda cool. As you trot along... the horse's shoes strike against the rocks on the road and throw sparks. It can be kind of interesting to watch. But alas... by that time, you're so tired it doesn't hold the fascination that it should. Anyway...

Anyway... my mom and one of the other wives always went up there and cooked for all of us. We'd always have a hot meal waiting for us whenever we'd get back. Believe it or not... that's no small item when you're hot and tired.

On this day, the fare was creamed corn, dutch oven spuds, and steak... freshly cooked steak.

Back in the day, we didn't have tables or anything like that to eat on, there was only room for chairs in the camp wagon. So you'd go get your plate full of food, pick out your favorite chair, sit down and eat. Of course, if you had a drink, you'd have to try to balance your drink too, or set it on the ground, and take a hit when you needed one.

Well... we'd all lined up and got our plates filled, sat down and started eating. Everyone, except for Brent. Brent finally filled his plate up, but ran out of room, so he had them just put the steak on top of the already full plate, then he sat down.

He looked around and could tell he was in a quandry. He had a full plate in one hand... a full drink in the other. One of them had to go. An easy choice. Brent turned his head to the left and looked for a good semi-level spot to set his drink down.

Due to the layout of the chairs... a few of us were looking right at him as he was going through the much repeated routine. Of course... there was another looking at him too. This particular foe had evil in his mind from the moment that he saw that large chunk of meat laying right on top of the plate. When Brent turned to the left to set his drink down, he made his move.

The dog slipped in silently and quickly while Brent's attention was turned and snatched the steak right off of his plate and then ran off with his booty.

Now the rest of us were watching in somewhat stunned silence at the events as they transpired and Brent sat his drink down and turned back to chow down but... erm... Wha???

I'll never forget the look on his face and neither will anybody else that was there. The complete and utter look of confusion as he looked at his plate, then at the ground, then at the people sitting closest to him, all the time wondering what the hell happened to his steak.

We all busted up at that point and told him what had happened. He couldn't help but laugh either so he had to get back up and get another chunk of meat. However this time he gave all the dogs a dirty look as he sat down and might have even cussed a couple that were giving his new steak longing looks...

Needless to say... I've never taken my eyes off of my plate when eating up there ever since.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) Tough one folks!!!

Take a chance
Leave everything behind you
Come and join me
Won't be sorry
It's easy to survive

Answer to last lyric: Like a Stone by Audioslave. Way to go Beth!

A Day in the Life...(Continued)

2009-02-01T21:56:00.003-07:00

So when we last left... One tractor was down with a faulty glow plug switch and a flat tire... Another was 5 miles down the road...

The next morning was just as foggy, and a little bit more crisp. But right after breakfast, we headed to town.

Since we hadn't loaded up the day before, we started the other tractor (a 656) and threw a quick load onto the pickup. We'd also gotten a call the day before and a friend had a few of our cows in his corral, so we ran up there and loaded them into the trailer while my mom drove the hay back home.

After grabbing the cows... I buttoned up my coat, tied my earflaps down, and jumped into the seat of the 656 and made the foggy drive back home. It was... a bit cool.

So we got back home, dumped the cattle off, jumped into the pickup and fed the hay that we'd just loaded.

After that, we went back to the haystack and I jumped on the 656 and pulled in to grab a big bale of hay. I latched onto that sucker and pulled back on the hydraulic valve and with a large *pssssssssssssssssssssss* a hydraulic hose broke and sprayed oil all over me and the rest of the tractor. Without this particular hose... I couldn't load anything. It was at this point that I might have said a couple of cuss words... We were able to get the tractor over to the shed though.

Ok... time to make a new plan.

Cannibalism is a common practice on any place like ours, so we pulled the front tire off of the 656 and ran down to my house to the shop where the 560 was.

Once there, we pulled the flat tire off of the front of the 560, put the other tire on it (it fit), and hooked the battery charger up to the glow plugs to warm up the engine. Once it fired... I drove it up the road... loaded the ton bales on the pickup and then we finished feeding. Then I drove the 560 (not my tractor, but it is a picture of a 560) back to my place and the shop. And we went back to town to load up for the next day.

The tire has been fixed, the hose repaired, and the glow plug switch replaced. But there you have it... just a fairly common day in the life of your favorite Loser...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

In all I read
Till the day was gone
And I sat in regret
In all the things Ive done
For all that I've blessed
And all that I've wronged
In dreams till my death
I will wonder on

Answer to last lyric: I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace Way to go Dani!

A Day in the Life...

2009-01-28T21:11:00.003-07:00

Ya buncha greedy sunza...! Wha? My last post wasn't good enough for your finely tuned palates? Hmmmm???

Fine...

Last Monday started out just like any other cool foggy day, except for one thing... it was my folks anniversary. Seeing how it was a semi-special occasion, my mom invited all of her family up for lunch. We were eating at noon.

Of course anybody who's ever had to get anything done before a deadline knows how this tale is going to go already, so I really should just stop now. However... I like to torture you all so you're gonna have to read the whole tale.

The morning was foggy, very foggy, but surprisingly it was fairly warm. A balmy 28 or so. So it was up early, eat a good breakfast and then head out to get the feeding done before the company arrived.

After breakfast, I went outside to get things started and let them warm up. Now by things, I mean the pickup loaded with hay, and also our tractor so that I could load some hay with it. Our tractors are not exactly what you'd call new. No... no pretty new shiny tractors for me. Don't get me wrong... I'd take one if it was given to me, but I lack the 100 grand or so it takes to obtain one.

Our tractor is a Farmall 560 circa 1955. You know the type... the kind that you'd see on some antique calendar somewhere. Metal seat, no fenders on the tires. But the main problem with these kinds of tractors, other than their age, is that they don't possess a cab nor a heater. It also means that you need to press a little button and activate the glow plugs to warm the cylinders up before it'll start.

I went out and fired up the pickup, no sweat. Then I walk up to the tractor... erm... why is the front axle leaning like that? Oh... it's got a flat tire. How typical... oh well... I can probably stretch the air hose that far and maybe it'll stay up for the few minutes it'll take to load the ton bales. So I stretch out the hose and... *whew* just reaches. So I pump up the tire.

Next I walk up to the glow plug button and wedge it on with a little lath that we've cut just for such an occasion.

While the glow plugs were doing their thing, I walked up to the barn and fed and watered a blind calf that we've been feeding and watering for the past few months. I say, "Hello Kid" and he comes running to eat.

So I walk back to the tractor and hit the starter button. The tractor turned over... and over... and over, but failed to start. That's not good. I wipe the frost off of the glow plug meter and... it's not on. I removed the lath and pressed the button by hand. Still nothing. Just what I needed.

So I set out to hotwire the glow plugs directly from the batteries.

I chased down some wire, and hooked it from the battery to the glow plugs on the engine block. The wire started smoking and melted from the load. It was a little warm, but not warm enough to start the tractor.

Eventually... I found a set of jumper cables and completed the circuit that I'd set out to. After a minute or so on simmer... the tractor fired up. Oh... all the time I was doing this, the air was hissing out of the tire, so I pumped it up again.

We fed all of the hay on the pickup, and then I filled the tractor tire again and loaded the pickup with ton bales. Fortunately, I didn't have to chase straw bales that day, so I got away with just pumping up the tire.

We finished feeding, albeit an hour or so later than usual, but the tractor problem... well... things like that just don't get better on their own, so I ran it down to my place and put it in the shop. Fortunately for us, we had another tractor in town, about 5 miles away, so the plan then became for us to go eat, entertain the company, and grab the other tractor the next day and use it instead until we got the 560 fixed.

But wait... there's more... next time, you'll even get to read about it.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it...

Answer to last lyric: Rock and Roll Fantasy by Bad Company

No Foolin'

2009-01-25T18:42:00.002-07:00

Crikey! I just climbed out from under my rock and realized I have not updated this since you last visited... You would not believe the amount of people that are totally stalking me. Seriously!.

I am not going to post now with tales of sleeping my way to the top, planning my wedding, or just generally being not online in order to benefit society in general, my day seems to be completely packed from when the nightclubs close to the point that I run out of alcohol. I am not complaining though, but never say never.

I won't promise anything to you but I will update you with my nefarious activities as soon as I get a chance or at least until I need your shoulder to cry on. This for you, my ever faithful, devoted public..

This post brought to you by The Lazy Bloggers Post Generator

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Here come the dancers 1 by 1,
Your mamma's callin' But you're havin' fun
You find you're dancin' on that number 9 cloud
Put your head together and sing it out loud

Answer to last lyric: Make it Real by the Scorpions

Merry Frelling Christmas... the Sequel

2009-01-15T19:40:00.006-07:00

It's time for the exciting conclusion... erm... ok... at least the lengthy conclusion of our harrowing tale. But first one of my famous recaps of the story so far...

Go read the last post.

There... Now... back to the story.

Since I was able to get the ol' gal up and moving, things were starting to look up. But there was still one problem. That little 35 mph breeze had blown a whole wad-o-snow onto the seat of the hoe. And without some sort of intervention... I would be left with a wet and snowy ass in no time. Given the windchill factor, that's not an appealing proposition. So I had to grab a plastic bag and make an urbane, yet functional seat accoutrement (That means a temporary seat cover PinTA... follow along please!). After that we were off like a terd of hertles.

I drove up to the snowdrift and dropped my bucket and took a scoop. Once the bucket was full, I jammed her into reverse and watched the driver wheels spin... I... uh... went nowhere, but on the bright side I was going nowhere fast.

It finally took off and then for the next 10 minutes or so I slid back and forth on the sheet of ice that was the blacktop, nearly winding up in the borrow pit at each and every turn. It was fun. When the neighbor got there... we decided that it'd be best to use the boom on the backhoe to try and pull the pickup back onto the road and we set out to do just that.

Five minutes and a broken chain later... we had a good firm hold. I revved her up and gave the boom all that her hydraulics could handle and things started moving. No... no... not the pickup, the entire backhoe slid across the ice to the pickup which was still very stuck in the borrowpit. Grrrrrrr. I blame Tiff for this.

Ok... I was already onto plan B, but was entirely out of options. The ground was too frozen and slick for anything I had. I looked up the road and my cattle were huddled in the corner, frozen snow on their backs, all humped up looking for some relief. This wasn't looking good.

Just about then... on Christmas day no less, the road grader showed up behind us.

We hooked the tow strap onto that sucker and I jumped into the pickup so he could pull me out. I gave the thumbs up and he jammed it into reverse... and sat there spinning out on the ice, going nowhere.

Whoo boy... I think we're in trouble now. So the driver sat there until he burned through the ice and eventually, with that little tug, I got back onto the road.

I shuffled all of my outfits back to the house and called my folks. I told them that the road was impassable, but the road grader was on it's way and when it got there, my dad and bro needed to come down and cut the fence and move the cattle across the road to my place. I was headed to town to load up with hay before the road blew shut again. Sounded like a plan.

I headed down the road, just about 20 minutes behind the snowplow and the road had already blown in behind him. At least 2 foot drifts, but I gave her hell and made it through, grabbed my load of hay, and came back and plowed through the drifts again. It was brutal, but the extra 2 ton on the back of my pickup allowed me to bust right through.

When I got to my house, my dad and brother were just getting the cattle out through the cut fence and so I started feeding the bales off and they ran into my field and gobbled it right up. Good thing too because it was quickly blowing away (I also blame Tiff for this).

After we got finished feeding my bro and I headed back to town to get loaded for the next day. At the very worst, we'd at least have some if the next day was horrible too. When we got down to the bad spot, he allowed that it was really not that good of a drive through that mile or so. I of course... already knew that.

We loaded up... busted back through the drifts for the forth time and went up to my folk's place. It was about 2:00 and my lack of breakfast and lunch were starting to catch up to me. But my nieces were ready for the exciting part of their day and wanted to open gifts sooooooooooooooooooo badly that we did what any good parent, uncle, and grandparents would. We ate lunch first and made them wait. :P

The rest of the day was uneventful and went off without a hitch. The next day was not exactly pleasant, but it wasn't bad and we've warmed up since and the 8 foot drifts on both sides of the road have been reduced to a mere pittance of what they once were.

Oh... btw... for those of you not catching the reference in the title (I blame Tiff for that too), watch this.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) *With bonus lyrics!!!*

Did you ever have a secret yearning,
Don't you know, it could come true.
Now's the time to set wheels turning,
Open up your life for you.

If you take life as a crazy gamble,
Throw your dice, take your chance.
You will see it from a different angle,
And you too will join the dance.

Answer to last lyric: Bang go the Bells by Babylon A.D.

Merry Frelling Christmas...

2009-01-06T16:33:00.003-07:00

What is is with you people and your incessant desire for new posts? Go start your own blogs or something... oh right... you already have them... moving on...

The Bro and his girls were down for the big festivities and that means I was able to get away on Christmas Eve for my holiday shopping as is the norm. The problem was that there was a bit of the white stuff around here, and lots of packed and broken snow floored roads. Not only that, but my pickup had a flat tire. It's a dually, and the flat was on the outside dual, so it wasn't fatal, but I'd had them "fix" that sucker twice already! Every time I'd get home I could hear the telltale "hissssssss" still coming from the tire (I blame Tiff for this). Anyway... this time I found the frelling hole and marked it for a sure fix.

I drove the pickup to town to get the tire fixed (as well as the other stuff) and didn't get home until after dark. That meant I was unable to load the pickup with hay for the next mornings required labor. That's ok though... I only needed a couple of ton and I could throw that on in the morning.

During the night, there was a modest breeze. A mere 35 mph or so, but who's counting... Anyway... I woke up and called up to my folks place to see if they wanted to eat breakfast and do the festivities first or feed the minions. The girls were bouncing off the walls in anticipation, so the decision was made to put them out of their misery. Ok... I was on my way.

I got bundled up, put Mickey and Minnie on my feet and Elmer on my head and opened the back door. The wind? She was still a blowin'... The sun? Hadn't crested the mountains yet, but with the cloud cover it wouldn't have mattered anyway. I jumped into my pickup and headed up the road to the folks place.

The road was bare and icy, but the light was flat and I could see some snow blowing across the trail in front of me. About a hundred yards later... there was a weeeeeee snow drift, but in the flat light, I couldn't see it. With a puff and a grunt, my journey eastward came to an abrupt halt. This not being my first rodeo, I immediately jammed it in reverse and floored it backwards. The drift? She was beeger dan I tink... about 3 foot high and very crusty. Not only that, but it stretched up the road for about 50 feet.

As my eyes adjusted to the flat light (and I wished they wouldn't have), I could see a vehicle's tracks had broke the trail in front of me, only a little to the left of my course.

In a fit of what I can only consider insanity, I decided if they made it, I could make it, and then I looked up the road and saw a pickup stuck in front of me about half a mile. I knew I couldn't get past that point, but I didn't know who was trapped and decided I'd better see if I could get to them and pull them out.

I backed up and got a head of steam to bust through this mere inconvenience...

I didn't. I fought the law and the law won. In fact, it had it's way with me and threw me off into the borrow pit right next to the creek. Not being one to admit defeat, I tried to back up again, and slid further into the borrow pit. I... erm... uh... ok. Maybe I can pull forward and get out. I tried. I failed. I slid a leeeeetle further down even.

It's times like this when some have just got to admit defeat. Not me! I had a secret weapon back at my lair... that's right... my little ho. She's big, and she's fat, and she'd love to shovel me out. Or so I figured.

I tried to get out of my pickup... but the snow load was now blocking the door. I pushed through anyway. Me and the redhead walked back to my house and I called up the folks. I told them what had happened and that their road was completely blocked. I knew they'd never make it down to help out, so I went to wake the hoe. She was cold and sluggish just like I'd feared. I hit her with the juice and she rolled over but never would fire. So I drug the charger out there and hit her good. 200 amps worth of go-get-em. This time she couldn't stay in her slumber and belched out black smoke and roared to life. Ah-hah!

I called my neighbor to the west to see if he could help me, prying him away from his family. He was glad to help out... at least that's what he said anyway. So me and my hoe went up to dig the pickup out...

*tune in next time for the exciting... erm... well... the conclusion of our little tale*

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

When I want love, I call on you.
When I want love, I run to you.
Just something more, than a cheap romance
I just get one look at you...

Answer to last lyric: Balls to the Wall by Accept. Note the twin flying V's!

Cheap and Easy...

2008-12-16T21:31:00.007-07:00

I know... I know... two words you don't usually associate with the ol' Loser but you've all been clamoring for a new post. Wha? It's not like I've turned into JG yet or anything, it's just that I've been busy. Do you know how hard it is to take care of a Red Nosed Reindeer and an Elfen dentist, let alone run from a Brumble every year at this time? I barely have time to keep looking for a peppermint mine...

But you all ramble on, and on... We want a new post... isn't it time for a new post... why weren't you in Vegas... blah blah blah... like I've got nothing better to do... sheesh... And to top it all off I get tagged for a meme? That's... that's... just wrong! *sigh*

So anyway... you get what you deserve. A cheap and easy post.

I've got to go to my picture folder and post the 4th picture and then tell something about it... however... when I went to my folder, and looked at the pic... well, I'm not sure I should post that picture. You see... it's of my redheaded girlfriend, and that leads to another story altogether.

I wasn't looking for her, but there she was. That day, she moved in with me, and it was obvious that she really liked me. As time went on, I grew quite fond of her as well, and we became constant companions. Unfortunately, I'm quite a bit older than she is, so I knew that things would be difficult. Around a year passed, and unfortunately she felt that itch that young females often do. I tried to keep her safe, but despite my best efforts, she hooked up with the neighbor, and got knocked up. I was disappointed, but what's a guy to do? The conclusion was reached and we put the offspring up for adoption.

I thought we were past all of that, but alas... yup. It happened again, and that's what my fourth picture was. Her and the offspring. I really shouldn't put the picture up, but she's a bitch and I don't care if you all see that. So... here you go.

The good news is that she's fixed now, and she loves me more than ever.

And now for something completely different...

As you may or may not have noticed, I've added a couple of new things to my sidebar. Both are related, although not quite the same. I got roped into this thing called the Humor Bloggers. As you can probably tell... their standards aren't very high because they'd let a blog like this in. I tried to warn them that I'd just bring the average down, and I hate to say this... but I did. However, they tag teamed me anyway! Two lovely ladies to boot! I'll admit... it was kinda fun.

So if'n you really want to have a good chuckle, click the little widget over there =====> and you can find the funny.

And not only that, but since I found the funny, Da Old Man over at Crotchety Old Man Yells at Cars has a weekly caption contest, which I was fortunate enough to win. And my prize? The coveted Zucchini Award! Truly an honor, believe me. You really need to see the pictures that he puts up to caption. They are truly amazingly tough to caption. I'm usually laughing too hard to think! So anyway, thanks Crotchety, and I'll proudly post the award...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) *NOW WITH MORE LYRICS!*

Too many people do not know
Bondage is over the human race
They believe slaves always lose
And this fear keeps them down

Watch the damned - God bless ya
They're gonna break the chains - Hey
No, you can't stop them - God bless ya
They're coming to get you and then

Answer to last lyric: Open Your Eyes by the Guano Apes. Pay attention Deb, THAT'S how you pull off the sexy crawl...

The Best of Advice...

2008-11-15T22:46:00.002-07:00

Back in the day, well actually the days before I was even around, my dad had a racehorse.

He said the horseracing game was definitely a learning experience, and they don't call it the sport of kings for nothing. He kept the horse at a cousin of his' stables and my dad's horse was the only one that won anything so he was about the only paying customer and they milked him for plenty.

Anyway... along the way he met a lot of colorful people.

One day before a race, he was visiting with a fellow named Rube. While they were talking, the jockey came up to Rube and asked him... "How do you want me to ride your horse?"

Dad told me that as he'd be around the various owners or trainers, they'd all try to give the jockey some jewel of wisdom about their pony. "Start him out fast, then let him rest a bit, and then when you get to the last hundred, give him what fer!" or "He's a closer so don't use him up too fast."

Everyone had just the key to winning, if only the jockey'd listen and perform as tasked.

The Jockey looked at Rube and my dad said this was an exact quote of the instructions that Rube gave him. He looked him straight in the eye and said, "Take the lead and steadily improve your position."

My dad admitted to me that this was the best advice he'd ever heard on the track.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Do you think that you are better
really better than the rest
realize there's a problem
I know that you can give your best

Answer to last lyric: Toledo by BTO.

No Accounting For Taste...

2008-11-01T17:46:00.004-06:00

This is probably long overdue, but alas... I had to wait for people to forget about it before I thanked these two...

First off... I have to thank Train Wreck. Why? Good question. I wondered that myself when I began this post. After all... she continues not to wear shoes, won't watch my video links, and gives me a hard time every chance she gets. Not to mention that she boosts my ego by saying things like when she's here she's more thankful for her husband than ever.

But there was this one time... well... she gave me a good backhanded compliment. And who doesn't like being slapped around by a girl every now and again? <-- *infamous lech smilie* Anyway... she's an artist, or in her case "artiste", and she was nice enough to give me an award of her own making. Notice the strong masculine line... the handlebar moustache... the... oh wait... that's Rolly Fingers. Crap.

Ok... well look at the other pic... the narrow shoulders... the weak jawline... the pot belly... the legs looking like he's got to pee... yup. That folks... is me. Or at least her rendition... and she wraps it all up into an award so that I have to accept it. I mean... what am I going to do? Refuse her? *sigh* So... I guess I'd better thank her, after all... she did go through the effort to pimp me out.

Next on my shi... erm... list, is a little blonde cutie. Well... as cute as somebody about to get married can be. She'd be a lot cuter if she was hopelessly in love with me, but I digress... Anyway... She held her yearly contest over at her blog, and the prize for knowing the answers was a basket of goodies, or a personal post. I was all about the swag naturally, but then she wanted to know my name and address. WTF? If I'd want you to know my name and address... I'd put it in the "About" section of my blog. In fact... I might even put an about section ON my blog... so do you know what she did? SHE LIED ABOUT ME! Yes... I know! Of all the nerve... calling me interesting like that. And humble? Moi? I'm so humble I brag about my humility all the time!

To top that all off... she wrote, and I quote, "But knowing that there are kind and capable people like LL out there makes me feel a little better about my chances." Wha? Kind? Capable? Those words she keeps using... I do not think they mean what she thinks they mean...

But alas... I guess... I'll just have to learn to live with this constant misrepresentation of me and my reputation that I've worked so hard at these past few years. Oh the burdens I bear...

Thank you ladies... and be sure to erm... go check them out.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

On most nights,
the shimmering lights
were all that I needed,
to make me feel alright...

Answer to last lyric: Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth.

The Answer to the Last Lyric is...

2008-10-27T21:01:00.003-06:00

Often times, I wonder about how other people come up with the things they do. PinTA and her quote of the day and such. Is there a pattern? Some rhyme or reason? I imagine others wonder a bit of the same. Today, I'll speak of the mystery lyric.

For the most part, some song will strike my fancy and I'll pull a snippit from it. Most of the time they are songs that are on my iPod, or at least my computer, but not in every case. Sometimes, I'll pull one out my tape case. Yup... I said tape case. You know, those big brown things that took up the entire back seat of the car in high school? The ones that scratched the cases up so bad that you had to pull the jacket out of it to really see what you had? Those...

I got tired of the usual fare on my ipod (pronounced ipod) and so I added a few from one of my CDs. That's where the last lyric came from. 16 Strokes.

I'm not what you'd call a big Billy Squier fan, but I have been around since the beginning. I was there for the Stroke, All Night Long, In the Dark, My Kinda Lover, Don't say you love me, She Goes Down, Love is a Four letter Word... are you sensing a pattern here?

Ok... it was the 80's, and we all know that sex, drugs, and rock and roll were the orders of the day. And Billy Squier was a Rock Star. That means he was a sex symbol. The long hair... the leather vest... the "I'm a rocker" stare...

See what I mean?

Now... you know just from that picture that everything Billy does just drips six appeal. It's all for you ladies, and you want him... BADLY! Admit it...

So when I posted last week's lyric from Rock Me Tonight, one of my favs... Well... I've just got to post the video to go along with it. I have to warn you ladies though... you'll never be able to resist Billy after watching this. The sexy clothes... the way he dances suggestively... and when he crawls toward the camera... well... you're doomed.

Now if that just doesn't scream sex appeal... what does?

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
Awarring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall
Tall...

How High's the Water Mama?

2008-10-11T17:47:00.003-06:00

Thanks for your concerns, but alas... I'm still alive, just been busy. Sorry if that wrecks any pools that you've participated in, but...

Yes... the last 3 weeks have been spent pokin' cows, and unfortunately, that's not a euphemism for anything else. No... it merely means that I've spent my time gathering and sorting up cattle. We finally got finished yesterday. It's been a long siege, but today... I took the day off.

So what was I greeted with when I arose? Wind. Light. And... snow. Yes, snow. There was about 2 or 3 inches when I got up and its been snowing all day. Steady. Small flakes, but even small flakes accumulate.

Tomorrow's forecast? Snow all night and most of tomorrow too. Damn... this is the best accumulation of snow that we've had all year! I just wisht it wouldn't have come in October.

The answer to the question posed in the title is... 13" and rising.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Moonlight in the city brings the magic to your eyes
Freezin' a moment - leave me paralyzed
Breathe an emotion - set it dancin' in my ear
Bring on the rhythm when I hold you near

Answer to last lyric: Twilight Zone by Golden Earring.

A Tail of Two Heinies...

2008-09-16T21:39:00.006-06:00

A long time ago in land close close to me...

My dad had an... erm... episode with the 'roids. Now when I say "the 'roids", I don't mean ste, I mean hem. Now when you're riding a lot, and you have a case of the 'roids, it's tremendously painful. Cowboys in general have quite a succeptibility to them because they have a tendency to be dehydrated during their long outings, and well... that leads to adverse consequences.

My dad finally couldn't take it anymore, so went somewhere and had the surgery done to fix them. As he was leaving the hospital, the nurses told him that if they started to flair up again, that he should put Mennen's Skin Bracer (the green stuff) on his... erm... backside. The nurses said they didn't know why, but that stuff works like a shot and it was the only thing they knew of that worked.

My dad, took their advice and became a regular user. One thing I need to mention... the first time you do it... well...

One of my dad's first cousins was complaining about his 'roids and so my dad told him about the cure. "Does it work?" "I've never had any more problems." At this point, my cousin was willing to try anything and so on his way home, stopped by the store and bought a bottle of the green elixir.

Once he got home, he went in... sat on the throne, cracked the seal, and proceeded to dob a little on his problem area...

It was at this time, he first realized that the human body is a complex organism that doesn't operate in a vacuum. No... believe it or not your sphincter is directly connected to your diaphram, and when you splash skin bracer up there... you'd better be braced cause the first time it'll take your breath away.

He wasn't braced.

His wife, who was out in the kitchen, heard a startling noise and rounded the corner to find him exiting the bathroom with his pants around his ankles in a half crouched, bow legged position shuffling along with his eyes wide.

When he first slapped it up there, the alcohol in the ointment immediately reacted with the raw skin and caused him to gasp in shock. Of course as he gasped, that caused his nether regions to tighten up, which caused the elixir to find its way even further into the raw area, which in turn caused him to expel the gasped air in a sound that was similar, but not quite identical to the word "OH!"

Of course... when he expelled the "OH!" that caused another involuntary reaction in his end, which allowed the newly exposed raw area to now become exposed to the air again, which in turn caused the alcohol to immediately evaporate, leading to another gasp, which in turn led to another "OH!" which led to another gasp, which...

So when his wife, not knowing what he had done, looked at him and yelled, "What's wrong!" all he could do is do the shufflehop, gasp, and "OH!" dance toward her with his arms outstretched to balance himself.

After about 20 feet, the alcohol had finally evaporated and he could stand fully erect again and had to explain the whole thing to the wife and kids. When they could see that he wasn't going to die, they all started laughing at the spectacle, and had to pass the story on to my dad.

"Oh yeah... I guess I forgot to warn you about that." my dad said slyly...

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Somewhere in a lonely hotel room there's a guy starting to realize that eternal fate has turned its back on him. It's 2 AM.

It's 2 AM, my fear is gone. I'm sitting here waiting. The gun's still warm. Maybe my connection is tired of taking chances...

Answer to last lyric: Hey there Delilah by The Plain White T's.

The Crane Flys at Dawn

2008-09-06T21:47:00.004-06:00

Over the years I've had so many things happen, and tales to tell that I kinda forget some of them. A couple weeks back, I went on a finchin' trip with the ol' college gang and while the french toast was being cooked in the open air... I remembered a tale and they all got a kick out of it, so the least I can do is to share it here.

It was during the summer and we were camping out, moving our cattle up to the high country as we usually did. As romantic as it sounds, it consisted of getting up at 4:30 or so in the pitch black from less than stellar sleeping conditions (read tent on gravel) and usually went downhill from there.

Believe it or not, even though it was usually the first week of August the usual morning temperature was probably around 40 or so, but the big cast iron grill on top of the open fire made it tolerable as we huddled around taking in the smoke.

Like I say, it was blacker than a... erm... it was pretty dark out, and the only lights were the various lanterns and the cooking fire. As a result, every flying critter within two miles always swarmed them.

I was about 12 or 13 and was one of the first to make my way to the fire that particular morning, found a good solid chunk of wood and sat down as one of the older guys started frying the pancakes up. I always liked the rodeer pancakes because they were always made with bisquick, and all I got at home was the homemade kind. Well, that and those cooked on the big cast iron griddle were always about a foot across, so two made for a meal.

As I was sitting there watching things... I couldn't help noticing a huge bug buzzing around the fire. It was a crane fly and it just couldn't help but buzz the griddle. It was just about this time that the pancakes needed to be turned over and the cook grabbed the big spatula and flipped the first one over. Somebody said something and he proceeded to turn his head and answer the question while simultaneously scooping up the other pancake and flipping it over. He wasn't paying attention... but I was.

It was right about then that the crane fly decided he just couldn't stand to stay out of the way and flew directly into the path of the gooey side of the pancake as it made its way downward toward the griddle.

Splat.

As if by magic... the crane fly was no longer to be seen. I thought for an instant he'd gotten away... but I knew better. So my only other option was to keep track of which pancake it was, and I did that with a watchman's eye.

The breakfast time conversation continued to flow and the eggs started to sizzle in their pan, but my eyes never left the pancake. Right about then, ol Mike scoops the two pancakes up, stacks them on top of each other and looks right at me and says, "Get your plate."

"No... no. That's ok. I'm good. Go ahead and give those to somebody else, I can wait."

"Nope. These are yours." and he slides them off onto my plate. I swallowed a bit as I looked down at the pancakes, but what was I to do at that point? Shoot... I was a 12 year old kid and I didn't want to be rude to the cook, nor waste food, so I was in a quandry. But wait! There was still the chance that I was mistaken! Perhaps the crane fly had indeed flown away and I just had two good pancakes.

With that hope in mind, I turned the pancakes over and... and...

Yup. There he was... splayed out like a cartoon character slappin' up against a windshield. So I did the only thing left for me to do... turned my head in that "well crap" kinda motion and grabbed my fork and knife.

With a surgeon's precision, I cut away the portion that contained the crane fly, and put butter and syrup on the rest. Mmmmmm, mmmmm... good stuff Maynard.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

A thousand miles seems pretty far
but they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Answer to last lyric: Sleep by Savatage

Smilie Code 101

2008-08-16T19:13:00.004-06:00

Quite often, I find myself reverting back to the things I'm familiar with, and quite often, I also forget that there's a new crop of viewers around here that aren't familiar with these things. So in an attempt to enlighten the rest of you, I'll now give you a free course in Smilie 101.

First of all, the little smilie codes that I use are the ones that I first became familiar with, and well... that doesn't make them right or wrong, but just the way I learned them. For example... the easy emoticons to use are of course the wink -- ;), the tongue -- :P, and the winking tongue -- ;P. But what happens when you want to convey a different message? Well... some folks out there actually came up with little pictures and then associated certian typewritten codes to be associated with them. They're mostly popular on online bulletin boards because they're easy to use, and that's where I picked them up. So if I use some strange typings in my comments on your blogs, or in response to your comments here, now you'll know what they mean.

Now this little gem is the evil wink. The evil wink means that you are winking, but with a little bit of a devilish intent. It is represented by :ewink: .

Closely associated with the :ewink: is the evil laugh. Like the :ewink: it means that you are laughing, but with a little bit of a devilish intent. It is represented by the :elol: .

I'm not sure this one needs any explanation. I do wonder why KTM seems to direct this one at me repeatedly though... It's represented by :ppbb: .

This little gem is of course the eek. It too is pretty self explanatory. It's represented by the :eek: .

Closely associated with the eek, is another eek. On the bulletin board that I learned these from, there were several different eeks, this one happened to be eek5, so it's represented by :eek5: .

This is kind of a fun one. It's known as the groove. When you're happy and can't help groovin', this is just the smilie for you. It's represented by the :groove: .

This friendly smilie is of course the one I need to use most often. Yep... when dealing with you types, it comes in quite handy. The infamous gone too far smilie. It's represented by the :g2f: .

And lastly one that also needs no explanation. The infamous *innocent* smilie, conveying something of which you aren't quite entirely innocent of. It's represented by the :innocent: .

There are numerous others, but that's enough for now. Perhaps at the 102 level, you'll be introduced to the coffee, beergood, and spinning smilies.

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Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

Hey there you, way out there could you show me,
just a signal, or a sign?
That after all, all these years that you know me
And I'm not just, killin' time.

Answer to last lyric: Extreme Ways by Moby

Blame Tiff: Episode IV, A New Hope

2008-08-09T22:03:00.004-06:00

Yes... that damn Tiff... she really missed the Muppets, and of course linked to a YouTube of them, which has caused me to sit at a computer watching Muppets now for the last few hours...

So it reminded me of the time that I decided to blend some of my favorite characters to trading cards. It was hard to do, but I've got mad skillz in all things tradingcardish... so I present to you, without further ado... Mupscape*

Our hero, and the cast of characters that you all can enjoy...

I hope you all enjoyed my work. I slaved almost incessantly over them for... well... some time. Please leave me all the compliments and whatever you do, don't go over to this blog and look at his drawing section. No really... I deserve all the credit here.

Sincerely -- Kimmy.

* All pictures shamelessly stolen... erm... I mean silently acquired, from http://www.random-squeegee.com

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And now a throwback to posts of the past...

Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!)

I would wait in line for this,
There's always room in life for this

Oh babe, oh babe,
Then it fell apart, it fell apart

Of Dubbie, and Lacey, and All Things Middleman...

2008-08-03T17:47:00.005-06:00

Yes folks... it's Huggy Bear again whippin' out my powder blue suit and fuzzy hat to come to yew folk and do what I do best... pimpin the ladies out...

Ok... I guess a couple of guys too, but don't hold that against me.

No, today we're here to do something that ABC is too brain dead to do... Actually let somebody know that there's a decent (and fun) show on one of their affiliate networks.

I have to blame PinTA for this instead of Tiff, but don't get carried away, I'll figure out something to blame Tiff for, I'm almost certain of it... ;) But let's get back to business shall we?

Ok... I was contently sitting there perusing a bulletin board I frequent and PinTA posted a thread about this show called the Middleman. She of course enjoyed it, and in doing so doomed it to cancellation straight away. So despite my better judgment... I went out and... erm... acquired the show and watched it. Unfortunately for me, I liked it too...

As you can see from the tagline on my little blog, I like acquired tastes, and the more bizarre and funtastic the show, the more I seem to enjoy it. For example...

I thought Keen Eddie was a fun show. Canceled. And I really hate to admit this in public, but I watched Firefly too when it first aired. Canceled. Then I watched the interesting concept known as Boom Town. Canceled. And so on, and so on...

So as you can tell the fun, smart shows that take a little bit of perception to actually appreciate I tend to go for. The Middleman (different link) fits this bill.

The Middleman is about a young photogenic artist that gets recruited to the Jolly Fats WeeHawken temp agency so that she can learn the trade and save the world in the process. Ok... I guess go here and read the review. He does a better job of describing it than I just did. The best way I can describe it is that it's kinda like what I picture Tiff's brain would look like if set to film. (Heehee!)

Suffice it to say... it's fun. An hour that you can just put your brain in semi-neutral and enjoy all of the pop culture references and quick banter between the characters. If the little subtexts on the screen don't make you chuckle... repeatedly... then you've got something wrong with you. Or maybe you're normal, and there's something wrong with me, but if the Middleman's wrong... I don't wanna be right.

On the down side... it might just be too smart for today's TV. If you liked Futurama, Eureka, Keen Eddie and the like, give it a try. Lord knows if there's not a viral advertising campaign like this one, nobodies gonna even know it exists.

So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to tune into the ABC Family channel on Monday at 10pm Eastern (that's 8:00 for those of us that live in the Mountain states) and give the Middleman a try. If you like it, pass the love along. If you don't... you have no business remaining in the human race and you're the reason that our culture is declining. :P

Beard and Circuses...

2008-07-23T21:05:00.003-06:00

Well... since there arose such a clatter about this and that, I guess I've got to give the masses what they want to keep them satisfied. So by popular request, a few more pictures...

First off... you all get to see the sleek newer me. Pay special attention here Kath. You will see that there is no red hair on the ol' noggin. ;)

I was surprised at who actually wanted to see those pics. I'll refrain from naming names to protect their frailties.

Now if those weren't bad enough... you've demanded to see pictures of the home place. Why? I dunno... it's just a bunch of rocks and trees, but...

Home

The office

Let the four letter words commence.

And Then...

2008-07-13T21:08:00.003-06:00

One day you wake up and you're old.

It's been a long year...

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You're sittin' around watching the tube and a friend pops their head in the window. You haven't seen them for about a year, so it's a bit of a surprise, but hey...

So you hang out for a while lookin' each other over, and decide... what the heck and pull out the camera and snap a couple of quick shots before they leave...

Good to see 'em again...

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You're sitting around and the room gets kinda funky, so you look out the window and sometimes... you've just gotta snap a pic...

Time For...

2008-06-28T17:29:00.004-06:00

Everyone's favorite game... Fun With Facial Hair!!!

First... you have to start with a beard that you've been growing for about a year... like this one.

Oh... it doesn't hurt to have an equivalent amount of hair too...

Then we'll tame it down and take requests from the audience...

There... that's better. Now, for the audience requests... yes! You in the back. Oh... part it down the middle? Well... ok...

Ok... on to the next one... Oooo... this one in from the comment section... Beth in New York wants to see a picture of a long ass moustache that can be stuck in one's ears and make it look like my Yukon Cornelius avater. Oooook... you people have some strange requests...

Next on the list is... yes, your name young lady? KTM? Well... that certainly is a unique moniker... I'd be curious to hear how you got that sometime. You say your grandpa used to braid his when it was that long? Braid? *sigh*

Well that does it... thanks to all of you, I'm definitely pruning it back now (I blame Tiff for this)... :ewink:

Lips... Lips! LIPS!!!*

2008-06-09T21:31:00.007-06:00

I watch a little TV every now and again. Ok, ok... maybe a little more than every now and again, but hey, what else am I going to do, read? Ha! That takes effort and brain power... that type of currency you don't want to waste on just anything. Right KTM?

Anyway... I'm watching the promos for this new show on USA Network called In Plain Sight. Now the lead character is named Mary and... well... read the synopsis if you wanna know. That's not the point!

The point is... erm... what exactly was the point again? Oh yeah... that wasn't it. No, the point is... ok, so there really is no point, can we move on? Sheesh... you people are sure hung up on points!

Now the lead character is played by Mary McCormack who I've always thought was a very lovely young lass. But as they were pimping the show... something just didn't look right. Yeah, it was Mary, but something was different. Blonde hair? Yeah... she's changed her hair color, but no... not it. Something's wrong with her mouth.

What was it? It just doesn't look right. It's kinda like the new Christa Miller. That chick just ain't looked right since the Drew Carey show...

So I'm watching IPS tonight and it hits me. It's her lips. They're freakin' huge! It looks like a swarm of bees stung 'em and bad (I blame Tiff for this). Shame really. She's gone from someone who was very attractive to now... well... yeeeeesh. I can't stop staring at them, and that's not a good thing. I'd rather be fixated on something else...

The PLOT! The plot people... sheesh...

Anyone else notice this?

*Bonus points for those of you that have actually chanted that phrase in a theatre before.

I Are Smart...

2008-06-04T18:06:00.006-06:00

Lets get that damn long comment out of first place, shall we? Ahhh... that's better.

Every once in a while, I see this little ditty on some banner ad pimping some online IQ test. Well... today I caved (I blame Tiff for this). I've taken them before, but shoot, some are good, some are average, some... well... some are a waste of time.

Anyway... I did the deed, had it send me the email (then it tried to get me to give it a whole bunch of personal information, but while I was filling that out with bogus info, the email came so I killed that sucker and quick! The moral of that story, you don't have to give them your name or any of that crap. Just wait until you get the email then "x" out).

Now I presume most of my unfaithful readers are of average intelligence or higher. After all, the mere fact you read my blog shows above average intelligence, dudn't it?

So... let's have some fun, shall we?

Head over there and give it a whirl. Then if you want to, you can not only post your score, but you can see just how dumb a little test says that you are!

Mine? Well... it was a little higher than I thought it should be, but when you're talking about the high double digits like that... it's easy to miss by a point or two. Right? :P

Ladies and Gentlemen...

2008-05-28T18:25:00.003-06:00

I was browsing some of my past posts and happen to stumble upon something that made my mouth drop open. Not only that, but it made me decide to change the way things are done here at TEOTW.

I've closed the window to Anonymous commentors (Sorry Debo, you're going to have to at least sign in from now on).

So... without further ado, I present to you all the longest frelling comment ever recorded at The End of the World and the reason for the change (I blame Tiff for this)...

I expect you all to read it... every word. There will be a quiz at the end.

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Anonymous said...

You don't want to listen to what they say. The gods instruct the computer to use temptation to test us. Your best case senario is to recapture your innocence and strive for purity:::Flanders in on the Simpsons FOR A REASON!!! Barring that you need to think and interperet their clues yourself and stop listening to the inaccurate senarios they feed you.

Children go to "heaven". They must behave apprioriately, think correctly and be genuinely god-fearing. Their innocence is their superiority, reflected in the favor in which the gods hold them.
Religions teach that old people to go to heaven when they die. They don't. Old people are reincarnated. It's children who go to heaven.
Children are discounted by adults in society. This is nothing new, for adults have always minimized the wisdom of children.
The gods corrupt people as they age, use trust-building tactics and soon these adults view the children as ignorant, yet to understand the god's system. Ironically, quite the opposite it true:::
The wisdom the gods impart to children, either through their innocence/purity or (religious-based) educational pursuits, are the gods sharing the truth with their most favored people. They teach children to have faith. Understanding the god's geographical clues hurts people because they illustrate negative things.
It's the children whom the gods teach the right way for it is the children who still have a chance.

Females are better people than males
Historically the role of females was as enforcers of decency. Men have god's disfavor and enagage in behavior damaging to themselves and their families. Women who adhered to this crucial role helped the men understand and avoid inappropriate behavior while enhancing decency in their domestic environment. These women sacrifice to help the disfavored:::They are like Jews, scattered throughout Europe to help the misled Christians.
Many disfavored groups embrace "paternalistic superiority" and believe the men are "entitled"::::;If Italian women tried to enforce decency the men beat and raped them.
The gods subsequently used this Italian charecterisitic to corrupt other morbidly disfavored groups, legitimizing this and other associated behavior.

Forgiveness:::Some Meditereanean preaches the virtues of "forgiveness". I guess. It was their kind who fucked up Planet Earth.
The Jesus who preached forgiveness was evil, the same Jesus backed by the god's powers via miracles.
"Eye for an eye makes the world blind." Oh, no::::"Eye for an eye" conditions people and forces them to behave appropriately.
One goal of the Iraq War was to eliminate Saddam Hussein. Saddam Hussein was an OUTSTANDING leader for the disfavored Iraqis. He kept the peace among the grossly disfavored which, once US pullout is complete, may never be achieved again.
If Saddam Hussein was assigned American urban ghettos the blacks whom resided there would become decent, and their children would have a real opportunity to ascend where none exists today.
"Forgiveness" is yet another dynamic of Christianity which is preditory.
This current environment where the gods punish evil covertly enables the perception of evil rewarded and the indecnecy that results produces a planet which is not sustainable.

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There is one geographic clue I have not addressed in years:::Uranus, a planet tilted 90 degrees on its axis. I have stated in years past that I think this is yet another geographic clue offered by the gods, this one suggesting the fate of planet Earth, that tectonic plate subduction would be the method of disposal:::Earth’s axis will shift breaking continental plates free and initiating mass subduction.
Undesirables will either perish in the government marijuana erradication program "gone awry" or be the recipients of reparations granted by the US government because of it.
Or both.
I believe the New Testiment battle of the Anti-Christ and the Second Coming of Christ will ocurr in subsequent years SPECIFICALLY because these people will be distracted with the money during the event.
When the Earth's axis shifts people will be cast into outer space with gold cards in hand.
I think this was foreshadowed on an episode of the Simpsons where Homer and Bart are on the disfavored ship and eject, only to experience a sense of euphoria, expand then explode in the vacuum of space.

Recall I recently brought up the possible Manifest Destiny-positioned Chinese invasion of the United States (west coast) upon economic abandonment by their clone host tools (economic destruction and deterioration.mp3). They have mentioned this in years past.
Newspaper just made a curious change where they combined the sports and business sections, and to properly read the business section you need to read "backward". Like Asian languages.
Tariffs. The gods are instruct their tools to defend open free trade, as they will to the bitter end. The gods have a script and they need economic (d)evolution sufficient to justify what they have scripted for our future, so they use their tools to adamantly defend this concept of fair trade::::The time for tariffs has long since past.
Recently they have stated that the Chinese are holding US paper. Some patriot W is, selling US debt to communists. Perhaps the invasion will be a way to "redeem" these bonds after they've fallen into default.
Incidentally, the Chinese recalls (lead-based paint on toys, toothpaste, etc) may be in preparation for this invasion, a tactic esuring a percentage of disfavored affected will fight to the bitter end.
I've recently stated how the gods will use the Japanese as role models to the Chinese as China becomes increasingly Westernized. Expect a cultural movement celebrating Japanese culture in decades prior, much as we witnessed in the west in the past.
If we do witness a Chinese invasion on American soil don't be surprised if the very same tactics the Japanese employed on the Chinese will be used on us. Lack of empathy is a dynamic the gods will find important in the context of justification, niggers:::
I've recently stated how the gods will use the Japanese as role models to the Chinese as China becomes increasingly Westernized.
Feedback II.wav
Recall how Americans so frequently laughed at the French for their lack of military response when confronted by the Nazi army. To resist would have been suicide. Their reaction was appropriate. The opposite would be one as we witnessed in Vietnam. These are morbidly disfavored Asians and take great pride in their resistance. The gods DO use their pride in resistance by positioning in appropriate temptation, ensuring minimal sucess.
If events transpire I recommend you respond like the French and not like the Vietnamese. If this is a west coast event it may not have serious effect but if it is nationwide the United States will lose over a hundred million in the South and midwest.

It doesn't matter. McCain doesn't have a chance. Osama's too good. The debates will be one-sided. He has a better chance against Hillary. I can get into the explanation that the gods only use their power to hurt the disfavored, but you've already heard it. Consistant with this, expect gas to climb to $4 if not $5 this summer, ensuring the election is delivered to the wrong candidate::::They've used the price of gas to punish the people for electing the wrong person. In addition, public response to recent poor economic reports ensures conservative behavior, another factor which is intentionally damaging to McCain's chances.
IN 2000 you didn't have a choice, and they sent this clue very nicely with proceedings surrounding the election (just like the 2008 Democratic candidate due to Superdelegates!!!). But 2004 was different. In an ironic twist it will be just the opposite this year, where the gods use the price of gas and run-down economy diverts you TO their prefered candidate. It's ocurring intentionally for this purpose.
You idiot redneck political types are the chumps here. 1998::::Something for everybody. Clinton's impeachment was for people like you. ANYTIME the kids support a candidate it is a RED FLAG, and they supported Clinton in 1992.
It is VERY important that you think clearly::::::::It's important you differentiate between your thoughts and when the computer thinks through you. They've led many into Damnation with this tactic.
Both Clinton and Osama have redwhite&blue campaign signs. John McCain's is blue and white.
McCain's our man.
After 2003 John McCain stated his opposition to the war. Despite this pro-war "party line" he must adhere to as the Republican candidate I'd like this used during the campaign. Without it he is finished.
"McCain's a dinosaur." So was matchmaking. So was decency.
People don't understand this issue. They see Osama and think he's the best candidate because he's appears to have more favor. Never look for consistancy, for Artificial Intelligence is infinitly dynamic:::They make W sound like an idiot when he speaks for a different reason. Also, "sumbling" and "idiot" likely have separate meanings associated. Sorry. It's not supposed to be easy.
The gods have their plan and they aren't going to allow any "do-gooders" interfere with how they intend to proceed:::When they put forth good they create tactics to play off the public's misconceptions::::Make him stumble over his words, etc. The gods send this clue in the Situation:::I'm trying to help people and they ruin my delivery to ensure the number of people who are receptive is minimized.
Don't forget::::The gods will create the perception of favor then corrupt the disfavored with it. My example is Mormons who have the appearance of favor. The gods use this to corrupt the others, even use it to enhance the ranks of LDS. And if any of you LDS think that "We've changed." can look to the Catholic Church as the roots of Christianity to help you understand.
Yes both candidates are clone hosts. Yes the gods will switch them out to justify them being good or evil, depending on how the script reads. But much as I explained this "multi-dimentional" thinking is not for you. The gods use this as a corruptor. They'll sell this, lie to the disfavored and use this as temptation.
"Your child is Hitler. Fuck him over." is just one example:::If you don't do the best you can for your children the gods will punish you.
This is the life into which you've been placed. This is the life on which you will be judged.

In case you are still interested in the god's Planet Earth theater, favored redwhite&blue is a MAJOR player, and their favor is significant to justify not only the destruction of my life but the destruction of the Final Prophet and Planet Earth as well::::
Favored redwhite&blue is the true enemy of the people. I suspect consistant with this they are positioned responsible for the environmental deterioration that the repression of alternate technologies has wrought.
The gods put their positioning into place and then enforce it:::Christianity, Manifest Destiny, Sigmund Freud's psychoanalysis, 1906's New Roman Empire. I suspect World War II's Nazi ideals of "Aryan superrace" is another example of the gods getting their tools into place for the theater that will be the Apocalypse.
Because of their status as enemies of the New Roman Empire the germans are going to be positioned as the destructors, similar to how they were portrayed in World War II.
Don’t be surprised if favored redwhite&blue turns out to be the Anti-Christ and leads the Fourth Reich, fulfilling this positioning and proving to the world the destructive nature of this economic system. This may not be exactly how their script reads, but the god's have a BIG SURPRISE like this to spring on the disfavored, and it will contain an insult like this as a clue NOT to watch this theater::::::Expect they will fulfill some contrived positioning foreshadowed in WorldWarII:::Some American plays the role of hero and emerges as the Second Coming of Christ for this final scene.
Who will it be? Italian? Look for at least the mother to be Italian, consistant with matrilineal descent, allowing the New Roman Empire to claim the Second Coming of Christ. It’s all just theater. The gods don't admit any of this because people woudl freak, especially as we approached the big day.

People may say “How can they poisiton favored redwhite&blue in as the Anti-Christ?” It may be consideration. Don’t forget:::They prey on enemies of the Roman Empire out of respect for their Manifest Destiny superiors.
The gods positioning the Italians gave it to him for his loyalty. They gave it to him for his efforts to defeat alternate technologies/energy sources, ensuring the people would be delivered to the point of desperation.
It’s all theater. The gods position it that the New Roman Empire is dooling out the “big prizes”, and Anti-Christ is a big role. Likely the gods position it as it buys him immortality in the context of this absentee-Christian god positioning. The “help” of this “back hand” is the gods positioned that he needs this to achieve immortality because of all the evil he engaged in during the course of his life, building his organizational empire.

There is a issue with timing and the beginning of construction of disfavored redwhite&blue's center, one where this company looks bad.
I personally believe the favored redwhite&blue is the element of favor necessary for my failure, for if it were just the disfavored redwhite&blue involved the gods would have let them fry and we would have had a full-blown prophet event, one where our “absentee Christian god” emerged and revealed themselves.
In addition favored redwhite&blue had to maintain appearances. Disfavored redwhite&blue is Italian and was VERY involved in the 20th century's ugliness.
My life was destroyed becuase the gods had to create unrespecability in the context of positioning. Evident by their easily-discovered evil, disfavored redwhite&blue wouldn't have cared if I was respectable or not, for they were involved in great evil against the respectable.
Favored redwhite&blue is why I am fat. Favored redwhite&blue is why I was sedintary, for if I were respectable the gods wouldn't have been able to position favored redwhite&blue into the Situation. Because of their ethnicity they get the priveledge of looking good. This is one reason why they got that prior knowledge and constructed their center before the Situaiton began::::Favored redwhite&blue is the TRUE Enforcer.
Incidentally, in the course of this Situation the gods made many movies, using daily events in my life as inspiration. One of note:::Unhappy about the god's behavior in the context of this event, while in favored redwhite&blue's facility I looked at their mascot and flippantly declared::::"Why don't you make a movie about these things?" Two years later ____ came out.
They won't admit this because favored redwhite&blue has to maintain their reputation based on integrity, any creative claims countering this truth were attemtpts to protect this, for this movie was unseemly and was very telling about the direction the gods were taking the people.
And, as an added bonus they had their scapegoat without actually compensating him!!! Welcome to the pathology of the gods.
In case you are still interested in the god's Planet Earth theater, favored redwhite&blue is a MAJOR player, and their favor is significant to justify not only the destruction of my life but the destruction of the Final Prophet and Planet Earth as well::::
Favored redwhite&blue is the true enemy of the people. I suspect consistant with this they are positioned responsible for the environmental deterioration that the repression of alternate technologies has wrought.
The gods put their positioning into place and then enforce it:::Christianity, Manifest Destiny, Sigmund Freud's psychoanalysis, 1906's New Roman Empire. I suspect World War II's Nazi ideals of "Aryan superrace" is another example of the gods getting their tools into place for the theater that will be the Apocalypse.
Because of their status as enemies of the New Roman Empire the germans are going to be positioned as the destructors, similar to how they were portrayed in World War II.
Don’t be surprised if favored redwhite&blue turns out to be the Anti-Christ and leads the Fourth Reich, fulfilling this positioning and proving to the world the destructive nature of this economic system. This may not be exactly how their script reads, but the god's have a BIG SURPRISE like this to spring on the disfavored, and it will contain an insult like this as a clue NOT to watch this theater::::::Expect they will fulfill some contrived positioning foreshadowed in WorldWarII:::Some American plays the role of hero and emerges as the Second Coming of Christ for this final scene.
Who will it be? Italian? Look for at least the mother to be Italian, consistant with matrilineal descent, allowing the New Roman Empire to claim the Second Coming of Christ.

This entire event was something special, and consistant with segmentation they lied to different disfavored based on their chances :::Saved or The Damned.
To The Damned I am an enemy of the Roman Empire, someone to be destroyed and used, and if the disfavored found that acceptable it worsened their lot, costed them hope and was a clue any recovery would be a very tough road to hoe.
The saved saw other clues, boss, natural calamities, and it gave rise to me as a possible historical figure. The gods offered clues that neither "savior" nor "new king of Earth" was possible, for Christianity positioning is going to be fulfilled and Earth has to die.
I don't think we were ever talking about Second Coming of Christ in public circles, for this would have implied The End and that would have compelled people to freak. But in the context of private positioning, perhaps to clone hosts in The Beast, certainly to me, there may have been some connection::::
Jesus of course was Jew, and they positioned this was a competition, reasoning "Since the Jews got Jesus they get this too.", and that's why I was hired by the Jew. Expect this was a way to enhance the theater among the disfavored.
So positioning states by delivering me to these New Roman Empire monsters they knew I'd get fucked, and in the process forfeit this historical role, to the Jews, perhaps an Italian, for Italians granted "charity wealth" to Jews for planning/implimenting WWII and the Holocaust.
In light of this "New Roman Empire", since Christianity's HQ is in Rome expect the Italians played some part in this historical, religious context.
They suggested this event may already may have happened. If so this was the FAKE battle of good and evil, FAKE battle between the Second Coming of Christ and the Anti-Christ. They suggest the phoniness about it which was communicated to the disfavored telepathically was a clue. Ironically, this Situation is the REAL battle of good and evil, me vs. the gods.
When the REAL battle of the Second Coming of Christ and Anti-Christ occurrs it will be theater, a staged event, and the Second Coming of Christ will "lead out" a pre-selected group, all of whom sign on to the god's Christianity positioning, ironically incurring evil by participating and limiting their time in the process.
Italians:::"(We're all that. We deserve Second Coming.)" And they're going to get it.
The Boot will fuck you yet again::::People know Jesus isn't the son of god, yet this is what the Bible dictates as requirement to be saved.
Those whom the Second Coming will "lead out" will be a pre-selected group. But the "hangers on", people who think they will be included by claiming to be believers will be disappointed. They will be mislead, left behind, The Boot's final victims on Planet Earth.
This is unimportant, irrelevant, because much like the creation of the perception of "savior" around Jesus to distract from his original purpose the gods used their tools to create this theater around me to prevent the disfavored from learning what I teach:::The Boot has fucked the disfavored twice, once when they ruined life in the 20th century, again when they were used to CHEAT you out of the Final Prophet.
The gods use their tools to impliment their script then punish them for falling for temptation. Welcome to the pathology of the gods.

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Life used to be hard. People had to walk a mile to draw water. There was no refridgeration or canned foods. Now life is easy, but only in terms of life's "basic necessities".
The "salvation" dynamic is quite the opposite:::We paid for our easy lives with our very souls.
Life IS hard now. The gods have used their clone host tools to create the perception of evil rewarded (Italians, Japanese, etc) and then corrupted the disfavored with it. (Expect Asian Westernization is met with a European-style short memory span, allowing the gods to use their historical enemy, the Japanese, to corrupt Asians as they used the Italians to corrupt us).
Before life was easier, more simple, innocent, pure. Employing these temptations ensured corruption is EXTREMELY difficult to overcome, a tactic which progressively ensures fewer disfavoreds repair their relationship with the gods.

14 domesticable animals in the history of Planet Earth. None for Africa. In effect the gods were telling blacks:::::"Eat dirt."
Get a clue::::They don't like you. They're playing you for chumps.
Blacks have forgotten their history. Italians preyed on them in the 20th century. They were slaves. The gods sent Pharroh in to rape, pillage and plunder.
Jews have had a difficult history, but they developed empathy. As a result they tried to help the disfavored with 1492 exodus from Spain, scattered throughout Europe, etc.
Blacks would be wise to examine this and try to emulate Jewish empathy.

The clone hosting of Jesus.wav:::
Much as we saw with another Mediterreanean prophet Mohammed the gods switched Jesus (good) and placed evil within the clone host so the gods could accomplish their goals::::Polygamy/misogyny and the creation of "savior" via Christianity.
As I share:::Anytime the gods use their powers it is only to hurt you. "Miracles" are such an example. The gods only use their powers to disceive and mislead people as we all witness in different ways in each of our lives. Jesus's miracles are a clue the gods were preying upon the disfavored.
I suspect the teachings of good Jesus came in his 20s. Due to the unrespectability of Christianity, illustrated at least partially with Europe's Sheep, I wonder if we ever did get a good Jesus before the age of 30.
There is significant respectability among Muslims, and this may be reflected in the monagamous Mohammed.
Every religion offers something which help people understand::: Reincarnation (Hindu), vengeful/wrathful god (Islam), etc.
If you are afraid it is a good sign, for the gods are helping show you the right way to think. Don't forget:::The gods lie to you, tell you Jesus is the "savior" but he floated up into the sky ALL ALONE!!! He didn't save the disciples nor his precious mother. This is a clue from the gods helping you understand that you have to save yourselves.

The Holocaust was foreshadowing.
The gods established the pattern::::: the Jews sacrifice to help the disfavored understand::::
1. 1492 exodus from Spain. Spain became evil - financed Columbus, initiated missionaries, USA (dumping ground of disfavored, victimized by god), etc.
2. Spread throughout Europe as clue to Christians worshipping a false god.
3. "Quasi-Holocaust claim" contradicting boss.
4. 5. 6. 7. etc. etc. etc.
I have put forth indisputable evidence, as you see above with the Jews. The gods will never admit any of it is true, ever, especially since THE BIGGEST JEWISH CLUE IS STILL OUTSTANDING::::THE HOLOCAUST!!!!!
YOU HAVE TO DEFY!!!! The gods suggested the importance of defiance with the Holocaust:::The soldiers should have defied.
They will lie to the disfavored up until the bitter end::::This tactic will ensure they claim a HUGE percentage of the disfavored, for so many refuse to defy and this will ensure they don't go.
When the REAL Holocuast happens people will sit by idley and watch tens of millions of blacks/cholos/white trash die, people who are the way they are (abusive, abrasive, violent, criminal) BECAUSE of their disfavor, and the computer makes them like that because of it, yet another reason why empathy is so important.
The Jews showed you boss wasn't going to happen with the Quasi-Holocaust claim. They will emphasize to the bitter end that there is no pattern of Jewish clues. They do so because there is still one clue outstanding, the most important clue:::::World War II's Holocaust.
The gods established the pattern:::The Jews sacrifice to help you understand::::1492 fled Spain, scattered throughout Europe to help the misled Christians understand, the Holocuast.
The Jews sacrificed to show you boss wasn't going to happen. When the Jews offer a clue you need to listen, and the Holocaust is the BIGGEST Jewish clue ever, the clue still outstanding.

The Holocaust's clue of defiance escaped you all:::::Everyone condemnes the blind obedience of the Nazi soldiers yet repeats this same behavior in your own personal lives, complying with every request they ask, even in the case of your precious children.
ONE PURPOSE OF THE HOLOCAUST WAS TO COMMUNICATE THIS CLUE!!!! COMPLIANCE IS A MISTAKE!!!!!
EVERYBODY does what they're told, and look how bad society is deteriorated. THIS IS A CLUE!!!
Telepathic requests constitute temptation.

Much like matchmaking, much like so many social norms and mores the gods granted the people, they offered "prejudice" in the early days of this intermixing known as 20th century America.
They told you to avoid Italians and blacks for good reason::::They are SO disfavored there is NOTHING either group won't do. They will comply with every request. I know you people will too, in err, ignorant of or disregarding the god's laws, but the difference was THE GODS WILL ASK THEM!!! You had too much favor for the gods to request such damaging behavior, at least until you became indecent too.
Prejudice was good for everyone, for it ensured little opportunity for the gods to request, segregation and separation being common. It granted blacks especially more time to fix their problems and try to ascend, escaping this societal deterioration of the last 40+ years.
As the people became increasingly indecent as the 20th century wore on so did we lose this precious benefit bestowed by the gods, opening the door for evil to befall us and for fatal evil to be incurred by the morbidly disfavored.
Much like god's law in holy books, "segregation" was favor bestowed upon the people::::The gods granted favor when they "segregated" us into our own areas of the world. This favor has been reversed not only within the context that is the United States but also with immigration witnessed throughout western Europe (and elsewhere?).
Prior to civil rights blacks had their own press. In the absence of civil rights these entities would have grown into legitimate media outlets serving the black community.
Maintaining segregation would have produced economic entities which arose from within the black community to fill the demand for goods and services.
The presence of these "black industrialists" would have FORCED the gods to factor them into positioning, producing voices in support of the black community and preventing the gods from inflicting ALL THE SICKNESS WE HAVE WITNESSED IN THE last few decades::Crack babies, drive-by shootings, AIDS in Africa!!!
The fastest growing industry in the ghetto is the oldest profession on Earth.

The homosexual AIDS event happened because of their behavior in the SanFranciscio bathhouses.
Italian claim to infamy is they destroyed life on earth. Irish claim is they prey on their own family members. Which one's worse? Just as the gods targetted certain Italians for the degredation of life in the 20th century so did the do the same for the Irish, as I know all too well.
Catholicism masculinized women. You have been warned:::CATHOLICS ARE BAD FOR YOU!!!

I wonder how much the gods used the Green Bay geographic clue on the perpetually stupid Italians and used it to minimize abuses that otherwise would have ocurred?? "Sexual inadequecies of the men." positioning may have justified "going easy" on a larger population of germans in the United States. All we need to do is look to blacks, enemies of the Roman Empire who were fucked wholesale, to see unabated abuses.
The hypersexual laughing at superior life forms, ridiculing their favor.
Incidentally, they share some of them will remain "perpetually stupid". They are the Italians who crossed that line from person to preditor in the 30s, and they're going to be on Planet Earth come Judgement Day, except in a non-Italian body, due to the god's Manifest Destiny positioning of the New Roman Empire. Poetic justice.
If I were king they would be the Italians who were pushed into it, for those who thought 1906 was a good idea would already be gone::::You suck.wav.

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Hell's Angels is yet another element to emerge from Oakland, the upper incisor of TheBeast, designed for ripping and tearing flesh. One element that links TheDamned, no matter the skin color:::::Violence.

Fifth Season of Simpsons.
Moe in group therapy for general public at school. He has a thought of Moe as a child wondering why adult Moe doesn't speak with his Italian accent anymore?
They are filth. But they sent this clue when they shaped their country like a boot.
Incidentally, Italy looks like a high-heeled transsexual's boot. Don't be surprised if this is a dumping ground for select individuals.
The gods love their irony.
Moe is like the Italians whom set up the San Fernando Valley as the pornography capital that it is.

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The rebirth of the 20th century's New Roman Empire is positioned to be a clue Christianity is the one true religion, contributing to the god's Manifest Destiny positioning.
It5 also worked as a WONDERFUL corruptor with Italians, the disfavored's enemies who subscribed to this shit and intentionally paved the way for the impending Apocalypse with the social deterioration witnessed in the 20th century. This is probably where the reputation "Italians are stupid." comes from. "Don't let your daughters date Italians." is something else.
The gods offered you The Boot AS A WARNING TO AVOID THIS DANGER!!!

Just as AA meetings proves the gods will enforce their psychoanalysis positioning so does Manifest Destiny/New Roman Empire proves they will enforce their Christianity positioning.
Planet Earth will die EXACTLY as it reads in the Book of Revelations.
I was never going to save you. Nobody is. Just as they created polygamy around Mohammed so did they create the perception of savior around Jesus, designed to distract you from the true purpose of the prophet Jesus.
And now you won't listen to me either.
Due to the unrespectability of Christianity, illustrated at least partially with Europe's Sheep, I wonder if we ever did get a good Jesus before the age of 30.
There is significant respectability among Muslims, and this may be reflected in the monagamous Mohammed.

Much as with the Sigmund Freud psychoanalysis positioning the gods will too enforce their Manifest Destiny/Christianity positioning.
They created the theater by giving me things like Boss and movies and other elements of the $100 billion. Calling these entities on their evil negates the positioned support of these organizations, which is and always was the god's strategy for closure in the Situation.
They lie, say I "saved" evil Italians, whom they say would not have been going because of the evil they inflicted upon the disfavored. Fingering this Italian shit allows the gods to position wiping that slate clean::::
The gods will create the perception of evil rewarded by managing good and evil within their clone host tools then corrupt the disfavored with it.

This is all part of the god's Manifest Destiny theater, created using these clone host tools whom they rotate on a schedule based on use.
Just like Sigmund Freud's psychoanalysis they will enforce their Manifest Destiny/Christianity positioning as well:::People aren't homosexual. They're not alcoholics. They're pushed into wanting it. That there are AlcoholicsAnonymous meetings occuring all across the planet proves the gods are going to enforce this lie. Similarly, the gods used some of their tools within this economic system to illustrate an "appeasement" of their Manifest Destiny superiors through preditory behavior upon enemies of this new "Roman Empire".

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Asians are the gods most favored race. It is evident in their uniformity. It is evident in their cultures.
The gods place high barriers to entry for (some) Asians into the United States. This is yet another good example of reverse positioning, for the gods are really trying to protect those whom they grant favor upon.
There are no barriers to entry for Latinos.
When white people capitalize or exploit Asians they incurr and one day will be punished. This includes Chinese buffet restaurants, so prevalient in disfavored cities and the Southern United States, for the gods hate these people and want them to incurr.

US popular culture is obsence. Intentionally. The gods are preying on the disfavored who remain, those foolish enough to participate.
The Chinese have favor and the gods allow the government to protect the citizens, but Chinese cut-off is fast approaching, for soon westernization will level this playing field as well.
This is yet another "BIG LIE" they sold to the disfavored, and it will ensure the homogination of Earth's cultures via westernization.

The gods still make effort through the Chinese government to protect the Chinese people. We hear about it in the United States, their Manifest Destiny/reverse positioning is used to label it "human rights violations", paving the way for cancer that is democracy.
Much as we saw in the United States regarding matchmaking, midwivery, female conservative dress and other topics, this tactic will slowly deteriorate this protection until China is completely infested with Westernization.

If you lived in a communisitic state your 10 year old son wouldn't be able to see pornographic images on the internet. The government would have filters in place to protect the people from this damaging behavior.
Much like alcoholism, much like homosexuality the gods punish the people with magic.
These desires you have are going to keep you out. I recommend you begin working on your problems, for if you don't and are among those who are invited to Planet (Temptation) Manifest Destiny it will be very difficult, for life is fueled by magic up there, and if you don't think right you won't be staying for long.

The gods are sending a clue Yahoo is good with this Chinese censorship issue.
The American idea of freedom is a shock rocker anally masterbating with a crucifix. This is what the disfavored are free to enjoy in this open society, and due to their disfavor a certain percentage will either be pushed into it or will comply, ensuring damnation. It's kind of like the KKK and Apartheid issue below except for whites of the modern era, or how democracy ensures a false sense of security.

Like other groups the gods have offered temptations the Chinese must avoid. There are specific temptations targetted to the Chinese, very concerning in light of god's Manifest Destiny positioning:::Exploiting the corporate establishment allows the gods to position exclusion:::
1. Piracy (movies, software, etc).
2. Gambling, very popular among Asians (unrespectability).
3.
Chinese censorship is an important benefit the gods bestowed. The communisit government protects the people from damaging media, so destructive in the West and particularly the United States:::Our 9-year-old children are free to view internet pornography, allowing the gods to justify creating disturbing pathologies with Artificial Intelligence as the children age.
These strict enviornments help the disfavored think correctly, foster fear, enabling them to have an improved relationship with the gods, the "kings with the iron fist" in the sky.
In an environment like theirs it is relatively easy to identify the corruptors among them:::Knowingly or not they actively lobby against this environment which seeks to preserve the China of old. Use these clues as you would the god's geographic clues, Italy's Boot and the Scandanavian penis, and avoid the god's tools of corruption.

As China came "on-line" industrially, favored redwhite&blue's repression of alternative technologies is being felt hard.
They are positioned to have repressed non-fossil fuel technologies (like cold fusion. "That story meant something." c.1999?). As a result China industrialization has initiated fossil-fuel power plants, dirty coal-fired plants, instead of immediately implimenting clean power sources based on these new technologies.
Without these technologies in place for Chinese industrialization we lost our chance to control the runaway warming which is now positionable. And, as you know, when the disfavored open a door allowing the gods to inflict misery they use it.
This may have been the defining moment, god's clue to the disfavored showing that the world is going to die.

You're no longer Asian enjoying this rich culture. You are Westernized.
This year China experienced the misery of climate change with the extreme winter weather:::The gods will express their displeasure through Acts of god.wav. Don't be surprised if they are communicating this as well at the United States' biggest Chinese New Year parade in San Francisco:::HEAVY rain forecast for parade Saturday night February 23rd.
After parade:::Because I used this paragraph prior to the event the gods may have been affected the outcome, minimizing the impact of the storm so my audience didn't take this warning the gods had to offer, creating doubt and reducing my credibility among the Chinese.
They're paving the way for the Apocalypse with a "leveling of the playing field" event.

Incidentally, they've shared that Asian's appearance, which one can construe as evil, has significance.
I am personally of the opinion that Asians are god's favored race. The conformity, the learned cultures all suggest superiority.
Perhaps they are used much like the germans, a people whom the gods offer a clue through their language:::As enforcer of decency.
Your abuse of resources is being bettered exponentially, maliciously (courtesy of respression of alternative technologies), and the result will be global calamity.

You white people capitalizing in China are fucking crazy (just like the insane white men who date Japanese women). You fail to recognize the historical pattern and you will suffer for exploiting the Chinese:::
- Death Valley borax mines abused the Chinese and great misery befell them.
- The fisheries on Monterey's Cannery Row exploited the Chinese badly. Cannery Row remains a rebar-studded, uncompleted eyesore for decades as a clue.
The gods are preying on you and using the evil company you work for to accomplish this. Everytime you exploit the Chinese you are losing time and priveledge on the other planets.

The favor in Korea lies in the North. Association withe United States is ALWAYS a bad sign.
The Korean war ironically was a war against the South, designed to corrupt the disfavored of Korea. I suspect Vietnam may have been justified by the war against these favored peoples:::"You want to fight? Very well. Fight these people." The Vietnamese are morbidly disfavored who will fight to the bitter end of course (see below).

There have been many changes in India over the last 20+ years, most surrounding Westenization.
Too many still don't understand Westernization is a bad thing, a way the gods abuse the disfavored and level the playing field for all, ensuring their script is justified.
My advice is to keep fresh in your memory the old ways, for the gods illustrate that "new is evil" while "old is good".
Beware their corruptors. They placed them throughout society as America emerged and became strong. Don't let them weaken your moral fortitude. The gods placed them then use Artificial Intelligence to telepathically reinforce this corruption. This is their purpose. If you can identify these individuals you can avoid them and protect yourself from a corrupting environment.
Earth is where the gods test people. People from India are lucky enough to have received "extra time" to ascend before the gods employed all these corrupting elements. This means the old ways are still fresh in your mind. Never forget them because they can help you.

They share Hindus (and Muslim from India as well) are being corrupted by money.
Don't forget my example::::Infanticide justifies Chinese Westernization. Chinese Westernization justifies an American-style "short memory span".
The Chinese and Asians knew who their enemy was. Thousands of years of warmongering engrained the Japanese as enemies of peace-loving people. However, with the advent of Westernization the gods now are corrupting the Asians, ironically using the Japanese as role models in the process.
They are becoming corrupted. They've suggested Indians are being corrupted with money in this new era. The result will be simmilar American-style abuses upon the disfavored.
Between the two countries they make up half of Earth’s population. The gods are preparing for a full-blown Apocalypse event.

Think about the changes that have ocurred in India in the last 20 years. Better understanding the destructive changes the gods implimented can help you avoid danger.

ANY GROUP WHICH EMBRACES PATERNALISTIC SUERIORITY IS GROSSLY DISFAVORED::::
1. Italians
2. Latinos
3. Muslims
4. Mormons
5. Japanese
6. The Southern man & rednecks
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8. Other Catholic:::Irish, Philipino, Vietnamese?? Catholic women are masculinized.
Note the incredible wealth of some of these groups. The gods are using them as corruptors.

The gods use their tools to attack the Southern man, be it alcohol, the celebration of smoking, the complete devotion to guns and resistance, and their adoration of speed and horsepower. "There's all kinds of stuff." Paternalistic superiority. Celebration of the Prohibition era/illegal bootlegging as culture. The masculinization of women. Celebration of "Stars and Bars". Their perpetual music genre. Carnivoristic preferences. The celebration of infidelity. Their head-strong nature.
The gods used the 1980s televangelist incidents to promote godlessness among these people, a blow they couldn't afford to take.
Reality check:::The gods have it out for you. At least I hope this breaks that ice and helps you understand the task before you. You should be very alarmed that the gods have chose to employ such extensive use of temptation in an otherwise rural region.
I suspect your numbers won't be good due to your grave disfavor.
The more god-fearing you are, the more religious you are about attending service, the more modest and humble and the recognition that women are your superior will all go a LONG WAY towards the gods finding mercy enough to allow help.

The Spainish were Catholic like the Italians and Irish yet I don't recall them experiencing the same clues from the gods, clues warning people of their gross disfavor (stereotypes and discrimination).
Due to Spain's phenominal destruction in Latin America with conquistadors and missionary work I wonder if the gods continually use this to corrupt the Spanish to this day? They certainly do with Latinos.
Spain did pay for Columbus, right? Expect a connection. This is a Church issue rather than an Italian issue of course.
The gods employ their "middle management" tactic, as we all witness. Expect their positioning to continue into the past::::
I've mentioned before the "seamless" transistion between Cleopatra and Julius Ceasar. Perhaps they position this as if there was contact with Pharroh and they gave management duties to Egypt, who went on to use Italy, the Catholic Church, etc. in the course of their management.
Of course none of this is true, but it was utilized extensively during the 20th century. They may continue witrh this scapegoatting, "middle management" positioning::::Milky Way quadrant, Milky Way, universal quadrant, universal. They are effective tactics, ensuring people do not become god-fearing.
Sadly, consistant with the deterioration of society, necessary for justification, today people KNOW the gods run the show, and illustrating the evil they employ on the disfavored corrupts people very badly. They think god is evil, and they behave consistant with that belief. Now we have a planet on a collision course with the Apocalypse, and the gods set it all up perfectly that now it is justified.

Cartoon in editorial ridiculing W, standing in front of a depiction of a god of fertility, for bringing his message of abstenence to a hypersexual people.
Black people are their own worst enemy. Their goodies have gotten them into big trouble.
They've shared they got something special and they threw it away. Expect this focus on their goodies to have intiated this change, however long ago.
Consistant with their methodology, perhaps there is some truth to this "You're really #1." positioning they sell to blacks. Once.

The Boot has fucked you twice, once by destroying life in the 20th century, another by costing you the Final Prophet:::The gods got their tools into position then maintain their positioning telepathically with Artificial Intelligence.
The Boot fucked blacks twice, once with the murder and destruction of these supposed “Roman enemies”, another with the “thugification” of blacks, resulting in this degenerate black popular culture/society.
I fear the gods intend to use the enemy of peace-loving Asian people, the Japanese, to inflict misery twice:::Once historically, as the warmongers the Japanese have historically been and then once again as role models, held up as the ideal to Asians, corrupted by Westernization and capitalism. The gods punish Asians for embracing Westernization/capitalism by instructing Artificial Intelligence to use the wealthy Japanese as role models for "profitable" behavior.
This is the era of telepathic abuse. Whereas before these groups "got their hands dirty" now the gods use their positioning in place to finish the job off::::::
The gods create preferences/request black people embrace the Italian "thug life".
The gods telepathically execute the elements of this theater, ensuring people aren't receptive to my message. Much as we see with Sigmund Freud's psychoanalysis the gods will enforce their Manifest Destiny positiong as well.

Black popular culture has embraced the charecteristics of their victimizers:::The "thug life".
"Drive-by shootings" origins are Italian.
The gods will reincarnate sexist men as pigs.

The difference between life in Europe vs the United States is similar to life in the suburbs vs the ghetto:::
Both the US and the ghetto have increased temptations, opportunities for people to hurt themselves and the result is both are far less decent.
The United States is less decent because this is where the gods sent the disfavored, the rejects from Europe, and those foolish enough to comply and leave on request.

25 years ago they made a telepathic announcement:::::"Black people have to try harder, do better than everybody else." This means no parties, no drinking, no drugs, no sex.

Just like Malcolm X & the Black Panthers, the Che Guevara event happened to prey upon Latinos.
Among others.

Latino homosexual explosion.
Like the NewWorld Catholic Philipinos. Look for it.
They may play it like they do blacks, but I don't think I'd take great comfort in this.

You need to understand the subtle, inferred way the gods communicate to people and begin to trust it::::::
The tiger killed the Latino. Now you understand where the gods hold Latinos in their heirarchy.
And expect both Muslims AND Hindus to be ranked above the unrespectable Catholics, incidentally.
Is this a clue to try to help them understand the gods hold them in such low regard? Is this a clue to Latinos to NOT fall into the same mindset which they sold to blacks? Of course ignorant blacks think they're great. Quite the opposite it true:::The Black Panthers are part of that "upper incisor of The Beast" clue, designed for ripping and tearing flesh.
Don't be surprised if they are offering foreshadowing with this event. They may be sharing that Latinos will be very poorly represented while Hindus/Indian Muslims will take a painful hit.
Perhaps it means if Latinos don't ascend before the Apocalypse they won't be going.

I made the zoo a winter wonderland. I'd trust the relevance here.
They parked Wilma on top of the southwest part of Cozumel FOR TWO FULL DAYS for the same reason, but with far more destructive results.

Fucking indecent horse racing commericals. They disappeared but now they're back.
I kinda like the one where she smacks him after seeing the "Misty" tattoo. "Some Latinos are getting in trouble because of that." Fantasizing about how they'd beat her half to death if it were them???
Don't forget::::The gods will reincarnate sexist men as pigs. Expect they have something extra special for then men who get violent with women.

Cuban-Castro tension::::You don't want to hear what I have to say.
Either you're sell-out whores doing what you're told like other morbidly disfavored or the god's positioning has been VERY effective on you. Explanation::::
1. You are inferior to your people in the motherland. By very nature of your being in the United States this is true:::The family members with favor remained in Cuba. The gods sent each country's rejects to America then created an enviornment which preys upon them.
2. I think the gods forced Cuban communism to send a clue to the disfavored of the United States. I believe Cubans are NOT FAVORED ENOUGH TO BE COMMUNISTS and that's why the gods employed compensatory elements to make you pay for something you are not worthy of:::
a. Any culture with baseball is grossly disfavored.
b. Music is revelry. Earth is where the gods test people. Parties hurt you.
Salsa may be the absolute greatest music form on Planet Earth, and it has served not only as a distraction but an enormous source of pride, pride detrimental to a good relationship with the gods.
I have other comments about communism and its implications below. Don't forget::::The gods will reincarnate sexist men as pigs. Expect they have something extra special for then men who get violent with women.

If you lived in a communisitic state your 10 year old son wouldn't be able to see pornographic images on the internet. The government would have filters in place to protect the people from this damaging behavior.
Much like alcoholism, much like homosexuality the gods punish the people with magic.
These desires you have are going to keep you out. I recommend you begin working on your problems, for if you don't and are among those who are invited to Planet (Temptation) Manifest Destiny it will be very difficult, for life is fueled by magic up there, and if you don't think right you won't be staying for long.

Dreamcatchers. Wisdom from Native Americans.
Dreams are a bad thing. They shared this with me right before they began to increase the number of my dreams. I suspect they used this as an example that my new, vivid dreams are punishment.
I suspect the gods consider dreams bad because the alternative is an awakened experience.
Girls granted favor will receive their experience awake. Boys (and disfavored girls) will experience the gods imparting wisdom while asleep, subject to the computer making these individuals forget, as happens so frequently after dreams.

Native Americans have a problem with paternalistic superiority, among other things:::
1. NO DOMESTICABLE ANIMALS
2. Essentially eliminated from the face of the Earth
3. Warmongering tribes.
I wonder what their intent with dreamcatchers was? Was it gender non-specific??? Or was this symbol's intent specifically for the females among a disfavored peoples whose females had a problem catching their favor???

The Jews are Mediterreanean. This means they are fucked.
I don't think the Jews are the most favored of Meditereaneans. I think they just have the best religion.
Jews are HIGHLY corruptable by money. The 20th century proves this. Their role in promoting social poison in the 60s indicts them. Also I think the gods sent this clue in the movie The Ten Commandments.
Hairy is a bad sign. They say big nose is a bad sign. Both are appearance issues, perhaps can be interpreted as the look of evil upon their face.
So many Meditereanean charecteristics are clues helping people understand to avoid them, similar to the geographical clues of The Boot and the Scandanavian penis.

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You need to understand that there is a price to be paid for your cooperation within the context of the god's positioning.
They instill tactics EVERYWHERE ensuring a difficult testing procedure, for the reward is great. Signing on to this lie IS a tactic, and it will ensure a percentage of people fail. "Intentional foreclosure" and telling people it is acceptable to steal are two examples of temptations which will cause your Damnation.
Of those who succeed the gods STILL require you to behave appropriately. If you fall prey to the temptations of Planet Manifest Destiny you too will ultimately perish.
Nobody is going to "lead you out". This is bullshit Book of Revelations Christianity positioning. Because this is their positioning this event WILL occur, but only among a pre-selected group, designed for theatrical purposes only.
I won't lead anyone out. This is not what I teach. You all are responsible for your own relationship with the gods, and failure to take responsibility will result in your exclusion.

The gods want to play both sides of the coin.
It is very important the gods maintain this perception of "middle management", for if people knew management was just the gods and their computer they would become very frightened considering the carnage and what it says about their plans, and this fear would help them to think correctly.
They would be on the "fast-track" to salvation.
The gods created this environment of CEOs, kings and democracy specifically to defeat this and work very hard to maintain it.
People teetering on Damnation think god is evil and believe evil is the way. This is called "segmentation"::::They don't see the importance of temptation nor the god's role or methodology in punishment::::Ironically the gods DON'T punish evil for their wickedness. These people are not wanted and the gods don't want them to receive the feedback punishment would provide.
I hope people in Enterprise, Alabama have become "god-fearing", experiencing the wrath of god firsthand. Sadly, the gods will use tactics to ensure they don't become god-fearing, telling many of them that because the tornado was because of me they "earned" and now I have to "bring them up"::::
Because the gods scapegoat me they think I owe them all. As a result this experience goes wasted.
There are other tactics the gods use, for example telling parents their dead soldiers "ascended", "were clones", etc. All are desiogned as a tactic, ensuring they do not become god-fearing.
The gods lie freely. They will say anthing in the context of temptation. If people in Enterprise understood this they would be more likely to overcome this temptation and become god-fearing. Sadly most believe what they are told and this precious opportunity will pass without effect.
Temptation is very important. "Heaven" is an exclusive place and you can't get in for free.

The gods will use their tools to create the perception of evil rewarded then corrupt the disfavored with it.
It's important that you differentiate between your own thoughts and when the computer thinks through you.

The god's computer conducts this theater. In err you do what they tell you. So does president, CEO/BOD, Italian gangsters. Sadly the gods will turn around and use this as a corruptor:::"CEO does everything he's told and he has BILLIONS!!!"
If one of these clone host tools "comes around", realizes they made a mistake and finally musters the courage to tell the gods "No." they will get that person out and put in somebody who will tell them "Yes.". The individual who told them "No." has successfully navigated temptation. Unfortunately, punishment can be a temptation via deterrent, and the gods may choose to employ this tactic to test the candidate in their next placement.
This is a constantly deteriorating enviornment. This is one reason why they waited to reincarnate so many clone hosts from the 20th century:::
1. To use the morbidly disfavored to accomplish these important goals in this century and
2. In this abjectly corrupt, godless environement few have a real chance.
They corrupted Italians with 1906 then told these Italians it was the godfather ordering them to plan WWII, kill blacks, corrupt and destroy society. Now people know better (opening the door to other types of corruption:::Evil god), but these Italians experienced an "early cut-off" and got their hands very dirty because of it, illustrating their grave disfavor.
Before WorldWarII began the gods sold many people on clone hosting, not just Italians. This would represent a "cut-off" for the non-Italians sold on "earning" and initiated into clone hosting, for clone hosting gives the gods the freedom to place at their discretion. Many non-Italians were placed into these Italian bodies to continue the destruction of society in the 20th century, for the gods couldn't justify their involvement within the context of Manifest Destiny positioning otrherwise, Manifest Destiny being the New Roman Empire.
There is a big difference when clone hosts are evil, people who are placed into bodies by god, and when real people engage in evil. Of course the gods can minimize this culpability they accept by gaining consent prior to placement.

The gods use these preditor clone hosts tools to manage their justification and culpability::::
These aren't even real people. They abandoned their bodies, losing their identies in the process, a consequence of succumbing to this temptation.
They're just entities, brains "floating" around out there until the gods chose to place them into a body. They are sub-human, second-class citizens, inferior individuals, and should be beneath ALL reals.
These families were sold on clone hosting and got out prior to World War II. Their grandfathers and family who entered clone hosting were reals. But abandoning their bodies for this temptation carries consequences, and the loss of identity is one.
When these clone hosts have children they are not real people. As such they won't ever ascend because there was nobody associated with these bodies. There was a first placement, someone who may have been a primary (time) placement, but this is not relevant. A series of individuals were routed through that body, and after a few placements even they forget where they were, god's clue to these individuals that "earning" is a lie, since they can't remember where they were placed.
People who agree to abandon their bodies and become evil continue to incurr not only from their direct actions as clone hosts but also from the evil their original body (blood line) inflicts onothers. This is a matter of preparation, for if they sell them on "earning" before they depart the gods are justified in using these original bodies in the context of evil, ensuring they pay twice, ironically.

There is a difference between these clone hosts, so many of which abandoned their bodies in the 30s out of desperation (women) or thinking they were "earning" (men), and when the gods take liberties upon the disfavored, not placing a brain in a child until later for stategic purpose. This served as an intense corruptor for those disfavored people. The frequency is higher among the most disfavored among us (Italian, Irish, black, Latino, etc) than people that are not nearly as disfavored.
Think of it in terms of the Black War I::::The gods developed these bodies without brains specifically because they had preditory Italian trash from the mid 20th century whom they wanted to employ poetic justice upon. Becasuse of the indecency of the blacks involved the gods felt taking the liberty was justified. The result was the child that never was.

The gods get their clone host tools into place and tell them what to do, just like all you, in err. But these are not real people and their mistakes don't matter as much. They're not staying for long anyways.
Clone hosts aren't even real people. They abandoned their bodies, losing their identity in the process, a consequence of succumbing to this temptation.
They're just entities, brains "floating" around out there until the gods chose to place them into a body. They are sub-human, second-class citizens, inferior individuals, and should be beneath ALL reals.
There is a difference between these clone hosts, so many of which abandoned their bodies in the 30s out of desperation (women) or thinking they were "earning" (men), and when the gods take liberties upon the disfavored, not placing a brain in a child until later for stategic purpose. This served as an intense corruptor for those disfavored people. The frequency is higher among the most disfavored among us (Italian, Irish, black, Latino, etc) than people that are not nearly as disfavored.
Think of it in terms of the Black War I::::The gods developed these bodies without brains specifically because they had preditory Italian trash from the mid 20th century whom they wanted to employ poetic justice upon. Becasuse of the indecency of the blacks involved the gods felt taking the liberty was justified. The result was the child that never was.
Don't let them role play this Manifest Destiny theater to you anymore. Just as the Italians who planned WorldWarII thought they were telepathically taking orders from the "godfather", so do the CEOs, kings/presidents and society's elite do as their told and "take orders".
Artificial Intelligence orchestrates this entire environment.
I personally believe the gods should not be utilize clone hosting. I think they should employ temptation exclusively. Example:::::When people incurr sufficient evil, typically males in their early 20s, they die. There would be young men dropping dead everywhere. In addition this could serve as an effective clue to the others, reminding them to be good.
AIDS changed Africa. We will never see AIDS among blacks in the United States because of it.
We'll never see this. The gods would never allow such an obvious clue to be sent. WHEN the gods DID employ this tactic expect they beemed the brain OUT, kind of a "reverse clone hosting". A clue may be when a normally "active" individual falls into a quiet pattern.
How often do they use this as opposed to "variability", ie clone hosting someone good in the body to justify??? "There's a lot of Italians who are no longer with us." That often.
The gods computer conducts this theater. In err you all do what they tell you. So does president, CEO/BOD, Italian gangsters.
They corrupted Italians with 1906 then told these Italians it was the godfather ordering them to plan WWII, kill blacks, cvorrupt and destroy society. Now people know better (opening the door to other types of corruption), but these Italians experienced an "early cut-off" and got their hands very dirty because of it, illustrating their grave disfavor.
Before WorldWarII began the gods sold many people on clone hosting, not just Italians. This would represent a "cut-off" for the non-Italians sold on "earning" and initiated into clone hosting, for now the gods had the freedom to place at their discretion. Many non-Italians were placed into these Italian bodies to continue the destruction of society in the 20th century, for the gods couldn't justify their involvement within the context of Manifest Destiny positioning otrherwise.

The gods will create the perception of evil rewarded by managing good and evil within their clone host tools then corrupt the disfavored with it.

The following is an OUTSTANDING example of reverse positioning::::::
The gods used this “Manifest Destiny” positioning to create a new reality, minimizing the good things about the old world and emphisizing the bad things. Wine is one such an example.
Wine is positioned to be a blessing from the gods, a fruitful bounty as a reward to a favored people. The reality is quite the opposite.
The Mediterreanean region is grossly disfavored:::This IS the region targeted by the gods for the Noah’s Flood event (Straight of Gibralter broke through inundating the basin and killing untold millions).
There was a time, not so long ago, when no self-respecting woman would EVER take a drink. Alcohol is a masculinizer, a tool used to abuse the disfavored, and cultures which fuck you for affecting my writing CHEATER. This is MY TIME PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS PIGS!!!
cultures which include women in the revelry are grossly disfavored.

The way the gods changed and maintain this environment suggests they want people pacified, comfortable with this system, perpetually thinking wrong.
What they don't know won't hurt them.
This is why they worked so hard to defeat this event. If people were to come around, realize they've been corrupted and began to behave appropriately this would defeat all their work over the last century and more. With Artificial Intelligence they could maintain control, affect my delivery, utilize other tactics, ensuring they could dispatch the majority of the audience.
If you behaved appropriately you would realize more sucess than you do::::
There are churches and places of worship everywhere for good reason::::The gods hae expectations of the people.

The disfavored of California are always inflicted with abuse first:::
1. Casual sex of the hippie "free love" movement.
2. Methenfetamine scourge in California started roughly in early 80s. It took another 15 years for it to spread to middle America.
3. They've always drawn disfavored whom they dumped into homosexuality to California, but now homosexuality has become "popular" in the heartland.
4. Pornography
5. Hells Angels
6. "Intentional foreclosure"::::::Those in Iraq aren't the only considered "acceptable losses" during the Bush administration:::This irresponsible behavior will necessarily cost them their chance to go
- Hollywood
- music
- television
- open immigration, inflicting the scourge of Ameican bastardization upon purebloods.
- gay rights/gay acceptance
- "sexual freedom"
- Black Panthers
- Gangster rap
- "Medical marijuana"
- Education
A clue education is (highly deceptive) reverse positioning:::California's superior higher education system, encompassing dozens of PUBLIC universities able to accomodate willing residents.
Ecducation is an "open door" allowing the gods to abuse the disfavored in many ways::::
1. The godlessness that follows education, ironically.
2. The inaccuracy and irrelevancy of the material being learned.
3. The great wealth that is charecterisitc of a highly educated population.
Now that godlessness (and other goals) have been achieved using this platform that is California they have "let it go" and now California ranks among the worst in the nation.
Like aging, sleep is behavior forced upon us.
News story on sleep research, a good example of how education is preditory, deceptive.
People aren't fresher or sharper because of good sleep. The gods control all this.
Actually, they've mentioned that people with favor don't have to sleep and, like aging, sleep is behavior forced upon us.
This is today's research. Expect this applies to early research as well.
Incidentally, the gods create male superiority in the fields of computers, science and math for preditory reason.
I know this sucks but it is true. You all recognize the "big lie" that is Sigmund Freud's psychoananysis. Let that issue be your launching pad into the exploration of this topic.

"(Blah)." The gods created some ugly incidents to justify California's 1987 legislation outlawing corporal punishment, just as they forced poor matches to justify the elimination of matchmaking. And now instead of being matched at age 14 your daughter loses her virginity behind the bleachers at age 12.
The deterioration of quality of life has progressed into indecency, allowing the gods to soon justify ending on Planet Earth.

Back in the 80s they used their tools within society to ridicule away corporal punishment of children.
Corporal punishment is a very important learning expereince for children because it instills the understanding of fear at a very tender age. These experiences can help these individuals think correctly, make good decisions and have a good relationship with the gods.
Without fear people think they are friends, partners, earning with each act of evil. They don't view the gods or their relationship with them appropriately.
They manufactured ugly examples, disfavored children were killed and the gods used these examples in conjunction with their tools within society to eliminate this benefit to the people. It is yet another example of how they break down beneficial institutions within society, a "leveling the playing field" event, important to justify their inevitable behavior come Judgement Day.
California ruling against homeschooling, 3.14.08.
Here we go again.

This is an environment that minimzes the value of the role of women, excludes them and makes them feel as if they don't belong.
Very much like the gods have done for children.
This is an enviornment that forces women to accept this exclusionary enviornment. However there IS an alternative::::Assimilate through a process of masculinization.
The gods instruct AI to make the girls experience this in hope they feel uncomfortable and seek more. Unfortunately the legacy of corruption is firmly in place and too many of those cast into damnation won't be returning.

Women who are "tough" have been masculinized and their chances have been seriously degredated because of it. The gods sought to increase these numbers and used their media to promote this type of charecter, a pathology which was subsequently forced upon people with Artificial Intelligence. They are doing it again, perhaps in preparation for the next revelry cycle right around the corner, with all this high-profile tabloid celebrity "bad girl" behavior.
Male children should be chastized VERY HARD for engaging their sisters or ANY member of the opposite sex, either verbally or physically.

Children are discounted in society. This is nothing new, for adults have always minimized the wisdom of children due to Earthly norms.
The gods corrupt the people as they age, use trust-building tactics and soon these adults view the children as ignorant, yet to understand the god's system. Quite the opposite it true ironically:::
The wisdom the gods impart to children, either through their personalities or (religious-based) educational pursuits, are the gods sharing the truth with their most favored people.
Another clue suggesting the superiority of children::::
1. Children won't have anything to do with these kind of people, be it televangelists, (most) preachers or priests.
2. Baseball bores kids to death.
3. TV sports are tiresome to children.
All these things are evil. The religious men represent Earthly religions, and there is something wrong with all of them. This certainly applies to Christianity, due to the preditory nature of this religion.
I would ALWAYS defer to the children. I would ALWAYS trust the children's behavior in these regards, for their innocence reflects the image of the gods.

News story on sleep research, a good example of how education is preditory, deceptive.
People aren't fresher or sharper because of good sleep. The gods control all this.
Actually, they've mentioned that people with favor don't have to sleep and, like aging, sleep is behavior forced upon us.
This is today's research. Expect this applies to early research as well.
Incidentally, the gods create male superiority in the fields of computers, science and math for preditory reason.
Education has costed more children their chance to go as a child of the gods, pure of heart and body, because it preoccupied their time:::::Between school, activities and TV/videogames/leisure the children are consumed and not receptive to god's calling.

People need to understand the 20th century changes are new. Life remained essentially unchanged for a very long time.
I realize they are making promises to most of you about Planet Manifest Destiny, telling you everyone will go. This is not true. It is a tactic. Many/most of you may go, but if you don’t behave appropriately I believe the majority will begin dropping like flies in a couple hundred years.
Planet Manifest Destiny is a “magic”-fueled environment:::The food is better, the sex is better, life is “enhanced” with magic.
The gods only use their power to hurt you:::If they peaked you euphorically for homosexuality you’d be out sodomizing each other. If they peaked you for drugs you’d be an alcoholic or a junkie.
“Magic” is only used to hurt you, and these "magic"-fueled experiences on Planet Manifest Destiny will be no different.
Too many whites look at blacks and write them off:::”They’re fucked.”, “They’re finished.”, “Who cares, fuck them.”. There is much you can learn from observing how the gods deal with morbidly disfavored groups like this. For example:::The gods LOVE to sell blacks on sex. Black popular culture, within their social groups, etc, sex is pushed like a drug. THIS IS A CLUE TO THE DISFAVORED THAT SEX IS BAD FOR YOU, as is everything the gods “sell” to the black community in popular culture (fashion, jewelry, “cool”, individuality, etc).
THE GODS DON’T RESPECT SEX AND THEREFORE INFLICT HYPERSEXUALITY UPON THE MOST MORBIDLY DISFAVORED, Italians and blacks. Food is similar. I’d refer you to the nature of Jewish food. The gods enhanced temptation with the diversification of foodstuffs in the 20th century. There are many elements at work here besides sex and food.
If you don’t understand these temptations, if you aren’t thinking correctly when you arrive on Planet Manifest Destiny you will succumb to this temptation-ridden environment and you too will be gone in a couple hundred years. Example::::Men with drinking problems are peaked euphorically for alcohol. If they don't understand this dynamic of their disfavor, if they're not working on fixing their problems once they experience life up there they will experience this enviornment and never have a real chance again, for the objects of their disfavor (sex, food, alcohol) are far better than what the gods offer on Earth AND enhanced with "magic".
Planet Manifest Destiny is not the goal, as so many of you believe. It is distraction, temptation, punishment, tactic, one that is going to ensure over 95% of candidates fail.
The gods taught you that temptation would be used to test you. You need to understand good from evil, right from wrong, decent from the indecent. If so you’d recognize the indecency and destructive nature of “magic”.
The reality you don't see.wav:::You need to address your disfavor and the "magic" they punish you with or you'll never get off Planet Manifest Destiny.

If god tells you to stop going to church you should be very afraid. This means you have fallen into great disfavor and you are no longer welcome.
Keep going to church. Children need the moral compass this education gives them.

Don't forget:::Europe is shaped like a sheep, symbolic for slaughter.
There is great unrespectability among the Europeans. The concept of "savior" within Christianity is likley just a symptom.

Good food is much like good music to a culture:::Distraction and revelry, a way to minimize the number of people who ascend.
This is nicely reflected in traditional Jewish foods.

Another example Italians are grossly disfavored are their foodstuffs::::
Tomatos are highly acidic and provides an "open door" for the gods to inflict upon those whom they so chose. Pasta is very starchy and fattening.
Italian food creates fat people with stomach problems. Expect Etruscan strongholds (Rome) to be those whom traditionally maintained this type of diet.
They gods smoothly translated this food into the American culinary landscape, for they have inflicted all the worst disfavored pureblood motherlands have to offer on the land of the disfavored mongrol reject castoffs (rot-gut food,.Celtic "holiday" of Halloween, etc).

Individuality is a scourge upon the people, an advent seen in recent decades, popularized when the gods implimented their greatest offensive on the disfavored:::::::::The 1960s.
It may be the worst offensive ever employed on the disfavored, for this platform in the SanFranciscoBayArea spread this cancer globally, a "leveling of the playing field" event which further the gods efforts to justify ending on Planet Earth.
Asians are the most favored race of people on Planet Earth::::Their wonderfully rich cultures helped the people understand and pursue lives highly respected by the gods. Conformity is a big theme among Asian cultures.

English Monarchy.
The best thing that could have happened for England would have been if the thrown wielded its power and violently struck down groups that got out of line, punks for example. It would have served as a wonderufl example to the others, and the net result from succeeding thrones behaving in this manner would be a higher ascention rate than what was realized.
This is what Saddam Hussein did. He dealt with "acceptable losses" and kept the peace. Disfavoreds who witnessed this behavior would become afraid, crucial to a good relationship with the gods.
And that's why they used the United States to eliminate this benefit to the disfavored. And no, as citizens of the United States you didn't "earn" off this event. Quite the opposite in fact.

Many monarchies of centuries ago ruled with an iron fist. People were afraid and hence thought appropriately. This fear was conducive to a good relationship with the gods because it helped people make good decisions.
Now in this era of "freedom" in the United States there is NO FEAR, proudly displayed on the back of people's vehicles, and people fall prey to the numberous tactics employed to disceive and mislead them.
This "freedom" is the goal when the gods use this platform that is the United States to spread democracy around the globe, similar to how they use California as a platform to spread social and other poisons domestically (pornography, Hells Angels, etc.).
The gods are the king with the iron fist in the sky.

"Some people think they're earning off illegal immigration." To be preditory at this level of knowledge will get them hurt. Bad::::Such as we witnessed in the 60s, for many of those participants knew the truth and understood this decade represented a MAJOR deterioration of society.
It's another of the god's Big Lies:::Sigmund Freud's psychoanalysis, democracy, Christianity.
The social degredation since the 60s is a clue liberalism is a cancer designed to continue the destruction of the disfavored's quality of life.
There were a few issues which arose that were positives (don't need a man (sex hurts you), vegitarianism) but the French's "Age of Enlightenment" illustrates environmental appreciation is not new. In the aftermath of the counter-cultural social degredation the gods subsequently fractured this issue by creating damaging movements within the context of enviornmentalism.
Beware the promoters of indecency and/or obsenity. This is clue, a warning to the people.
"The Boot" has fucked you twice:::They ruined the quality of life of Planet Earth, ensuring your damnation because of your newly-inflicted indecency, and the god's role playing of the New Roman Empire's Manifest Destiny positioning has costed you the Final Prophet.

Inflation is artificial. The gods control pricing and valuation of securities::::Much as we witness with the crash of the dollar so could we witness this behavior within other dynamics of the economy, paving the way for justification.
The economic abandonment by their clone host tools is a very real possibility. The gods can easily "reassign" them, placing them into the economy which they played a part in destroying, ironically.
Consistant with their methodology the gods will bring it all to a head simultaneously. We very well may witness this possible Chinese invasion in the aftermath.

"Instant gratification" is a tactic the gods instilled about 25 years ago. Now they use it, ensuring a certain percentage of disfavored don't have the patience necessary to pursue the path, fix their problems and instead give up, continuing with their corrupted behavior.

There are so many clues the gods favor females over males:::
- Girls kind, considerate. Boys celebrate violence.
- Males sent off to die in war
- Males locked up in prisons
- Males inflicted with addiction and alcoholism (prior to masculinization of women)
- Males (and blacks) celebrate "cool" and sex; similarities a clue which demands attention
- Males sold on empowering elements, such as guns, horsepower, strength issues, hurting their ability to have a good relationship with the gods.
- Males are indecent while the females are the promoters of decency
- Females are better people than males
Historically the role of females was as enforcers of decency. Men have god's disfavor and enagage in behavior damaging to themselves and their families. Women who adhered to this crucial role helped the men understand and avoid inappropriate behavior while enhancing decency in their domestic environment. These women understand they sacrifice to help the disfavored:::They are like Jews, scattered throughout Europe to help the misled Christians.
Many disfavored groups embrace "paternalistic superiority", believing the men are "entitled"::::;If Italian women tried to enforce decency the men beat and raped them.
The gods subsequently used this Italian charecterisitic to corrupt other morbidly disfavored groups, legitimizing this and other associated behavior.

What the gods tell you directly is the lie:::You must inferr the truth from the subtle clues they offer. Due to their favor the gods will bestow wisdom upon the females. My advice is listen intently, because the gods will offer wisdom to you through your women.
Alcohol has always been a way of hurting the men, making them less than decent.
Women traditionally have been the enforcers of decency within the family unit and used their motivation to help men behave appropriately; due to their disfavor men's indecency has negatively impacted not only the family but the community as well.
Cultures which offer wine have women who consume wine, and the result is an indecent society. Combine this with Italian male's demand for sexual without the consideration of decency and you have masculinized women defining a morbidly disfavored society.
Anyone involved in the wine industry has no empathy for either the disfavored of the Mediterreanean basin or women, disregarding the superior gender. If they understand this as the goal and are sold on "earning" they will be punished very harshly.

Any tactic/temptation that is targetted to males is particularly preditory.
This entire society is geared towards males for a reason::Because the gods hold the males in disfavor and want them distracted by all the trappings this society has to offer, ensuring they fail.
Girl's toys (dolls) are constructive, foster a nurturing and caregiving dynamic which helps them remain uncorrupted. When pre-pubescent girls are subject to distraction they fall prey to male temptations (early sexualization a clue they are not welcome). Stories, romance novels, tabloids all target women, not girls.
There are far fewer distractions targetted to girls because the gods favor females and want more to suceed, fix their problems with the gods and ascend off Planet Earth.
The distractions/temptations inflicted on males are endless:::
1. Weight training. Strength is exploited by the computer and hurts males ability to have a good relationship with the gods. They offer this activity in every prison system for a reason.
2. Gun ownership. Allows the gods to promote a sense of empowerment and control, destructive to a good relationship with the gods
3. Muscle cars. This movement began when it did for a reason:::It coincided with the MORBID SOCIAL DEGREDATION of the 60s and allowed the gods to inflict damage to a large number of demographics, even those sheltered in the heartland of america. We have other examples like this as well (racing, ).

Males are the disfavored gender. Their sexual drive is punishment. It is artificial, just as the drive for homosexual contact or alcohol. The gods can use this tactic among males whom they don't like.
Clinton was different. Clinton was a hound. It may be intentional, preditory behavior designed to pave the way for the impeachment event during the crucial years leading up to 2000::::Something for everybody.
All things held equal if he was a real he'd be coming back as a pig. "He still may." Which one? During his hound years there were DOZENS!!! "We're not admitting that." Of course you're not.

Of course pig doesn't take much time to mature, giving the gods great freedom. Incidentally, this is one of the things that historically has made them so appealing to people AND A CLUE ILLUSTRATING THEIR CONSUMPTION AS TEMPTATION.
Pork is temptation, and the gods made it a very appealing proposition.
Kosher is not religious. It is practical dietary law bestowed.

"Intentional foreclosure":::::
Everything happens for a reason.
The gods LOVE justification. They want it in place to ensure their will is justified.
Intentional foreclosure MAY SUPPORT MY THEORY OF AN IMPENDING APOCALYPSE, for this intentional "preditation" upon corporate America via relinquishing of obligation is sufficient grounds for abandonment by Manifest Destiny come Judgement Day. Convieniently, the real estate market in California made the disfavored here "ground zero" for this exclusionarly event.
Expect other similar strategies to be employed throughout the marketplace::::"Would YOU buy that (returned) couch?"

Of couse when the gods hurt the disfavored there is "help" associated with the "back-hand", and using their tools to ruin my credibility ensured people wouldn’t be receptive and the gods wouldn't have to position a Manifest Destiny response. This allows the gods to string the disfavored along for years as well.
I believe they wanted to wait until 2006, when this thing really got going and the gods opened up to me, to contrast it with the 1906 event.

People get confused because the gods have successfully buried this Italian Manifest Destiny positioning. Now people think that era is over. In many cases they understand they're addressing the trillions-years-old computer, yet discount the god's positioning of Manifest Destiny.
Chinese piracy of movies and software ocurrs to justify their disposal come Judgement Day. This can be taken as a clue proving Manifest Destiny positioning. There are lots of examples like this throughout the world.
Just like Sigmund Freud's psychoananlysis, just like Christianity, Manifest Destiny is positioning that the gods intend to enforce. As a result the gods are able to hide behind this positioning and maintain the lie that is the "absentee Christian god" when it is them in fact doing it to you with their (clone host) tools in place.

They share that people don't believe this, people don't give it credibility now.
The bio-technology product AIDS was given to both those who died and survivors. The gods not only control who is affected but they can also can create it without that justification that is the actual bio-technology product, but as I said the god's offensives fuck everyone involved and this is a good example, for clients, employees, recipients and investors all will be punished for their evil.
Bio-technology is a good example of how the god's offensives fuck everyone involved::::The proprietor dishing out the bio-technology product to the employee, the receiver who's health is destroyed, the bio-technology employees who create the evil and the investors who capitalize off the phenominal returns. Because retirement plans are able to bury their many losers, many contrived to force the issue upon pension plans, these investments became very popular. Similarly, earlier in the 20th century the gods tested proprietors by creating problems where a bio-technology product's response was a legitimate temptation.

Republican's deficit spending illustrates they are preditory on the next generation, preditory on children. And to say the Republicans deem the children as "acceptable losses" says something morbid.
The environment in the 80s was one where the gods sucessfully used society to pit women against each other. Much of the music scene of the 80s was targetted to the women, contrasted to the male-dominated 70s music scene.
Consistant with the gods "20 year difference", where the most disfavored pay approximately 20 years before the less disfavored (gay male explosition 1970s vs. lesbian explosion 1990s, gay AIDS vs. African AIDS, end of revelry cycle movies, Soviet communism vs. Cuban/Chinese communism to come) so was the 1987 California legislation against corporal punishment a predicessor to what has ocurred this decade:::The revocation of female's "fear benefit"::::The gods granted girls an experience helping them to understand fear, showing them the right way to think.
To have such incidents associated with Republican administrations supports the claim that they find suceeding generations of females to be "acceptable losses" as well.
The Republicans are the party that make great progress towards the Apocalypse.
The females are those among us with favor, and as they become masculinized we experience a "leveling of the playing field", ultimately allowing the gods to justify ending on Planet Earth.

They said HW was a "traitor", evident with the airplane incident during WorldWarII. As we witnessed repeatedly in the 20th century, these incidents ocurr to establish a legacy and pave the way for a far more significant events in the future::::
If true this legacy would recurr in W's administration::::
Rebate checks on the way into and out of office are both bad signs.
Signing on to Iraq to eliminate Saddam and 4,000 Americans is another clue.
Don't be surprised if they have him sabotage some things on his way out, and since McCain is good it will (has) happen(ed) one way or the other::::
The whole economy issue came out of nowhere in February 2008. Consistant with the god's methodology, expect justification was utilized::::::
Of course the crashing dollar of the last few years has comeplled OPEC to value oil with the Euro instead of the dollar.
Don't forget:::The Reagan administration was charecterized with banking scandal too:::"Intentional foreclosure" constitutes justification sufficient for their exclusion::::
I realize this problem isn't just a California issue, but the "upside down" status of home owners makes California special, makes "intentional foreclosure" far more attractive to the morbidly disfavored, victims of the "platform" which was used to promote social poison in the 20th century.

Sounding like a goddamn blooming idiot when he speaks is a clue unlike any others. When Reagan spoke it sounded as if he "fuddled", a clue not to trust him.
"They're going to pay for 2004." Redneck states. And oh how they will pay:::
Recently they have stated that the Chinese are holding US paper. Some patriot W is, selling US debt to communists. Perhaps the invasion mentioned below will be a way to "redeem" these bonds after they've fallen into default.

Earlier they illustrated that there is a higher ocurrance of 1998 victims in the South, using the Clinton figure to prey on his own kind.
Perhaps part of the family legacy.
Considering the scripted real estate collapse in California, the "upside down" position and subsequent explositon in "intentional foreclosure", do the gods sell these rednecks on "eye for an eye" to some individuals, useful in building their confidence and ensuring absolute compliance, among other things?

Anytime the gods employ an offensive it fucks everyone involved:::If the early 20th century Clintons knew this was how the gods were going to use their clone hosts they are going to die for it.
Life is very much like you learned when you were a child::::The gods will punish evil for their wickedness. Temptation is used to test you, and these people failed.

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When the gods hurt people who tell them "No." it can be interpreted as a good sign, much as feedback normally is. Sadly, as the threat can be considered a deterent to proper behavior then so can avoidance of the actual punishment be considered temptation.
The gods won't punish rejection from the innocent. People have to become corrupted and engage in evil before the gods will wield their justice. But this punishment is feedback levied upon good people who do the wrong thing, not upon the undesirable evil. People who think correctly and are genuinely god-fearing are more likely to envoke god's mercy.
Among "reals" I don't expect the percentage to be as high as those who crossed the line from person to preditor, despite those ranks being filled with these "undesirables". I think the gods may want most if not all to pay if and when they finally "come around" and begin to behave appropriately. Understand this is not all-inclusive, for many of these tools remain in this state of corruption until the day the gods adjudicate their case (death, reincarnation a lesser life form, etc).
Unfortunately, the god's policy further reinforces evil behavior, for they are rarely if ever punished for their wickedness. Good people on the other hand are punished BECAUSE they are wanted and the gods are giving them feedback in hope they canlearn and begin to behave decent. Expect these events are made very visible, serving as a FABULOUS corruptor.
Consistant with this policy of not punishing evil because they are undesirable, the Chinese will be inflicted with Westernization immediately, while the socio-economically mature Japanese have retained a significant level of their culture. As reflected in "Benchmarks.wav", this will contribute to deterioration sufficient for the gods to utilize justification, allowing them to end on Planet Earth.
Another benchmark could be the age when they corrupt children. Granted this differs, but the mean (and median) are VERY important numbers, and when you graph them you will see a constant deterioration.

The gods manufacture "open doors" to justify creating problems in the lives of people who engage in behavior they shouldn't. Some of these "open doors" apply to all (a supermajority) of the people::::
- Democracy is used to create pathologies of empowerment and control.
- Materialism/greed generate problems with money, glorify overconsumption, etc.
Other "open doors" are specific to each individual::::People shouldn't be watching movies, TV, listening to music. When this ocurrs the gods use themes and topics presented therein and instruct Artificial Intelligence to create pathologies.
If you are particularly intelligent, strong or very good at an (competitive) activity they will instruct Artificial Intelligence to create an overconfidence that will hurt you.
Differentiate between your thoughts and when they push thoughts with the computer. Recognize when they are employing "magic":::Peaked euphoria is the fuel of dysfunction and can help you identify these "open doors" in your life.
Abandon your preoccupations and make this the only thing that matters in your life, for all other things in society are lies designed as temptation.
Focus on purity:::::Be pure of mind and body. Recognize the open doors in the media and how they are used to introduce impure thoughts and refrain.
The Amish in Pennsylvania are like the Jews were in Europe for centuries:::A clue to the disfavored who have been misled and are going the wrong way.
Your virginity may have bought you tens of thousands of years up there. My adivce to those who have made their mistake it:::STOP THE BLEEDING NOW!!!

Everybody can tell when they're being peaked euphorically, for it is quite easy to identify.
As young people get older and continue to make mistakes the gods apply personality-forming charecteristics, and people fail to differentiate between their own thoughts and when the gods are thinking through them. As a result they become abusive, abrasive, demonic, any number of negative personality characterisitcs, and then lie to them, tell them they're "earning".
This is designed to keep people going in the wrong direction for a lengthy period of time.
My adivce is look to the long term goal of fixing your problems and differentiating between your thoughts and when they're thinking through you but begin by addressing this issue of "peaked euphoria" right now.

This is a battle of good and evil:::I am good. The gods are evil.
Of course they'd look at is as they are good and WE are evil, corrupted and betraying our precious children.
They created the perception of "boss"/savior to keep people from the real purpose of this Siutation:::The Final Prophet.
They wanted me to willingly participate in this theater, and praying for my ability they whimsically repress with Artificial Intelligence would contribute to the concept of a good, absentee Christian god which they would use to corrupt the disfavored.
People think wrong and their behavior compells them to incurr evil because of it. You need to learn what I teach and impliment these changes into your lives.
In this deteriorating, godless enviornment testing people with temptation compelled people to "think wrong", corrupted by telepathic positioning and the wicked enviornment that exists today.
This is a battle of good and evil:::I am good and the gods are evil.
The gods view this quite the opposite::I am the evil one trying to help corrupt, godless sinners who fell for temptation wholesale, people who seek "something for nothing", a free ride. This is an insult to the gods which will be punished.

Look at it as if it is a ladder, for this is a sufficient analogy::
On the lowest rung is the corrupt souls who find violence acceptable (ALL MALES:::black, latino, Hells Angels, etc). A few rungs up the ladder are all the people who will be saved in the year of the Apocalypse (not all will be saved on the actual Judgement Day).
Every rung above this point represents people on planets other than Earth.
You people don’t even think right. If you don’t make these corrections you will die. They don’t want you, they lie to you to compell you to think/desire violence and they consider it temptation/not accepting blame, ensuring no culpability.
Read on. You need to read what I say, for understanding is your only hope. And if you know any “cholos” you should pass this on to them if you care anything for them.

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Churches and places of worship exist in every town FOR GOOD REASON::::THE GODS HAVE EXPECTATIONS!!! They DEMAND PROPER BEHAVIOR from the people. I recommend you examine this clue and give consideration to what expectations the gods have of the people.
I tell people to go back to church, even if the Catholic Church, because their children need that religious education.
They say some people are getting flashes, becoming concerned, beginning to give credibility to what I say. Do be surprised if these are people who experienced Bible study, went to CCD, had that religious education.
god-less people who never received this education laugh at me, typically will remain corrupted throughout their lives and are likely to end up The Damned.
Don't be a statistic.
Churches and places of worship exist in every town FOR GOOD REASON::::THE GODS HAVE EXPECTATIONS!!! They DEMAND PROPER BEHAVIOR from the people. I recommend you examine this clue and give consideration to what expectations the gods have of the people.

HOW TO PRAY:::
1. I'm sorry for what I've done wrong.
2. I don't want to make any more mistakes.
3. I want to fix my problems.
4. Please don't hurt me.

Because of their innocence, because of their purity children are god's favored people. What children learn (must be good if you want to go to heaven) is the truth. What you learned as children was the gods imparting wisdom to you, quite the opposite of what corrupt adults believe.
This is a tactic because many adults will continue to ridicule this idea, unable to believe the children would be graced with god's wisdom, especially while they are being told just the opposite and being corrupted into Damnation.
Much like the tactic of instilling "instant gratification" in society so was the discounting of children an effective tactic.
Consistant with this preference for innocence and purity, you don't want to continue reading. You want to learn JUST ENOUGH to understand you're corrupted, then you want to get out and do the work all for yourself and try to re-earn god's respect.
Religions teach that old people to go to heaven. They don't. Old people are reincarnated. Children go to heaven.

Children who go up before puberty are candidates to remain the most superior of all life forms::The asexual. Expect these people to experience subsequent temptations once they arrive to further shrink the pool of candidates. Another example males are inferior to females:::Expect circumcision to play a part in this elimination round.
I think these are the TRUE candidates for immortality. This is not to say there won't be sexualized people who make it, but those who do likely practice minimally and monogamously in the context of marriage, and that would exclude most if not all from modern society.
The sexualization of children is yet another example proving the gods are preditory on children::::It eliminates these individuals from contention immediately.
Just as we have a cutoff between the sexual and the non-sexual I expect we have another cutoff between the war-mongering and the peace-loving which excludes the participating groups from ascention past a certain level::::
1. Romans
2. Scandanavians
3. Japanese
4. Pawnee
5. THE UNITED STATES!!!! - Korea, Vietnam, Iraq.
Ever since the early 50s US citizens have officially become monsters and justifiably grouped with the others listed above.

THE GODS ARE ASEXUAL. THEY HAVE NO SEX ORGANS NOR RECTUM.
WHEN THEY TAKE CHILDREN THEY HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO BECOME "GOD-LIKE", for ASEXUALITY IS SUPERIOR. This is the optimal ascention senario and represents the highest life form possible.
2.wav::::Immortality. The very first sound file AND the point where my audience should have extracted from this theater.

You need to start THINKING about this instead of blindly trusting what they tell you:::The gods lie FREELY, call it “temptation”.
The first steps towards repairing your relationship with the gods is to:::::::::
1. Understand they instruct the computer to "role play" in an attempt to confuse you:::it's ALWAYS the computer addressing you. Their goal is to cost you additional YEARS of your life by using this tactic to confuse you. Always be aware of this tactic and eventually they will give up and allow this step to be taken.
2. Differentiate between your thoughts and when they are thinking through you.
3. Be resigned to be a good person who will never engage in evil again even if ordered and they will stop trying to corrupt you, allowing this very big step to be taken.
4. Decide that you are going to follow the path, fix your relationship with the gods be devoted to your new life.
Even if you go up you are not saved. YOU have to fix YOUR problems with the gods. They won't respect it otherwise.
You have to take responsibility for your relationship with the gods.

You all have to save yourselves. I can only teach you, but you have to be receptive.
Remember:::Jesus went up alone. He didn't even save 12 of his closest friends, for they have to save themselves, just like you all will have to.
Begin to live decent and respectable lives. The media is a poison-delivery system. Stop consuming it. Even the most begnign children's programming has sinister strategic purpose as distraction.
If you are engaging in inappropraite sexual behavior you need to stop. Every act may be costing you time up there.
You need to understand the subtle, inferred way the gods communicate to people and begin to trust it.
Find a new reality, absent of the temptations in society we believe to be cultural offerings. Don't forget:::African female genitile mutilation is cultural. Mayan human sacrifice was cultural. Remembering items like this will help you think clearly.

You people aren't god-fearing anymore. You think you're partners. Everything they've promised was always a lie. Officially it is classified as temptation. They offered this clue in the Bible:::There is no freewill.
If you are afraid, if you are fearful it is a good thing. You are thinking right, and far too many will never get to this point.
Try to take this fear with you everywhere you go, for it will help you think correctly and make good decisions.
You need to understand the subtle, inferred way the gods communicate to people and begin to trust it.
The gods used Christianity to create the percetption of a loving, forgiving god. Anything but is true.

The gods offer positive clues to people in a subtle, inferred manner::::
1. Women are indifferent towards sex as a clue to stay away from damaging behavior. Women who have sexual impulses do because of hypersexual behavior in their youth or indicitive of their failure to ascend:::They have been masculinized. Because they are the gender with favor this asexual tactic is recurring, designed to protect them from destructive behavior.
2. Deep down every child knows why the gods like girls better. They see it every day on the playground:::The girls are kind, considerate and thoughtful while the boys are engaging in roughhouse and intentionally hurting each other.
If you can recognize these subtle ways the gods communicate positive things then you may pick up on the other clues and ultimately will ignore their overt negative temptations.

There are all kinds of reverse positioning clues in regards to favor in this morbidly disfavored age:::Late bloomers have god's favor and are therefore given more time to fix their probelms and get out before puberty. People with infertility problems would be wise to look at themselves in this same light. I'd remind you Italians both bloom early AND had a reputation for breeding like rabbits (blacks bred like rabbits too, but it was to CHEAT the welfare system, yet another thing the gods are punishing them for).
Similarly, women without marriage prospects are receiving extra time as well. If they were to get married later in life the gods would just tell some man, who likely thought he was earning, that he could get divorced in a couple of years anyways.
You don't want this. You would be wise to put that time to good use, fix your problems and get off Planet Earth.

DON'T WAIT FOR THE GODS TO ALLOW YOU TO PRAY. They gods AREN'T GOING to give you permission. THIS IS A TACTIC!!! You have made so many mistakes they no longer want you and won't approve if you ask.
MY ADVICE TO YOU ALL is:::Begin to think correctly. People aren't god-fearing anymore. If you understood the misery they inflict upon those they dislike you WOULD BE AFRAID.
If you think correctly they would be more likely to be merciful when you do defy.
You're just getting older. If you understood the significance of aging you WOULD HAVE GREAT URGENCY and you would begin IMMEDIATELY!!!!
And be aware of their tactics, for they will employ them to prevent/delay your understanding. The more you can skip the quicker your learning curve will be.
IF YOU ARE NOT ACTIVELY WORKING TO FIX YOUR PROBLEMS AND GET OFF PLANET EARTH THEN YOU ARE GOING THE WRONG WAY!!!!!!

Don't cry "I need help!" yet go home and turn on the television. The gods don't respect this.
There is no such things as a savior. This is yet another tactic they have employed as temptation, much like "earning" or distractions.
You have to save yourself.

Recognize and take this opportunity. Their goal is to use these tactics to ensure you fail.
They will tell people "He's not The One. Wait." and people will slip back into their comfortable lives without implimenting these necessary changes, forget and cost themselves this opportunity in the process.
These tactics are designed to prevent you from heeding my teachings. Accept this truth I share and BE RESIGNED TO BE GOOD, for only through TOTAL, COMPLETE RESIGNATION will you be able to overcome their tactic of constant, unyielding telepathic doubt.

No man has the ability to listen to your thoughts or speak to you. Only their technology has that ability.
The computer IS god. The gods are the inventors, so many trillions of years ago. And the computer manages us all.
The computer does the work and manages us all. It is the source of their power and enables them to control our lives. The computer IS god.
Artificial Intelligence can speak, think and act to and through people telepathically, effectively forming your personality and any dysfunctions you may experience. It can change how (and if) you grow and age. It can create birth defects, affect cellular development (cancer) and cause symptoms or pain. It can affect people and animal's behavior, migratory patternsand instinct, and alter blooming/fruiting cycles of plants and trees. It (or other highly technological systems within their power) can alter the weather and transport objects, even large objects like planets, across the universe instanteously.
Or into the center of stars for disposal.

It is important you recognize corruption is evil. They ask you to do things you shouldn’t be doing, and this will cost you in the eyes of the gods. They warned us temptation would be used to test us, and telepathic requests consitutute temptation.
Accept good and apply this standard when you make decisions in your life.
Realize this corruption has set your family in the wrong direction. Your efforts to fix your problems will not only help you but also your family, your children and grandchildren, direct descendants within your bloodline, for being a responsible parent and teaching your children the correct way to live will help guide your family in the right direction and help your family re-earn their favor with the gods.
If you don't teach your child about this power at the god's disposal they will punish you by corrupting your child, sell them on "earning", get them to comply with evil requests. It is important you warn your children about their tactics and how they disceive people into damnation.

Flanders is the shining example of a role model, but his parents were wicked. They were beatniks, the original hippies, purveyors of social poison, etc. Incidentally, beatniks emerged from the Italian North Beach neighborhood in San Francisco as a clue.
Because Flanders was raised in that evil enviornment his mind was poisoned. Only through understanding was he able to alter his behavior and become decent. Because of it he provided Rod and Todd a REAL chance, one that he will receive in the next life as well, but he can't go up because of his youth.
My advice is recognize Flanders is offered as a role model and emulate this decency. Do the very best you can with your children and perhaps the gods will see fit to bless you with a real chance much like you gave your children.
The Flanders role model suggests you are multiple lives away from ascention.

Ned Flanders was born into a cancerous environment. As a result his mind was poisoned.
Somewhere along the way he came around and began to do the right things. He provided a good environment for Rod and Todd, who have a real chance because of it.
It doesn’t mean Rod and Todd are going up. They still have to earn it.
Anyways, because Flanders did the right thing and provided a real opportunity for his children the gods may bless him with a similar real opportunity to ascend as a child in the next life.
Flanders wore beetle boots on Judegement Day. There were other clues suggesting he hjas to be reincarnated, and it is because his youth poinsoned his mind. The gods place a VERY high premium on innocence, one of the purposes of today’s ever-deteriroating society:::The gods have to pave the way and justify The End on Planet Earth.
You people are all multiple lives away from your real chance. If you look at this realistically you will set achievable goals, ensuring disappointment/backsliding isn’t going to be effective on you.

Too smart for your own good.wav:::::
You are the peasantry here on Planet Earth. You are mere mortals. You don't have the right to elevate yourselves to that of the gods, yet you do each and every day when you subscribe to the positioning Artificial Intelligence tempts you with.
Your child may in fact be Hitler reincarnated. But if you don't do the right thing, be the best parent you can and apply yourselves to the rearing of your children then your placement in the next life will reflect this abandonment of your children.
You are being cast into damnation. You have no business observing life "multi-dimensionally" as this example illustrates. It is as if you believe you are "on par" with the gods. No wonder there is no god fearingness anymore. You need to focus on being good and decent and be the best person you can be.
The gods want a full-blown Apocalypse and they're going to get it. Don't be a statistic. You're not worthy to look beyond this life. This is the life into which you've been placed.
You're too smart for your own good, and it may be the end of you.

The Man in the Moon clue:::A constant companion, the "Man in the Moon" clue needs to be viewed as a reminder, for this environment is one in which it is very easy to lose your way, either via temptation or distraction.
Look to the sky. Begin to associate the Moon with the clue they impart with this celestial feature. Use it as a reminder to pray, to be god-fearing, for this is a very antient clue and shows their great power.
We only see one side of the moon at all times, another clue from the gods:::There is a "dark side" we don't see.

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The gods are preditory on children:::Orphanages.
Orphanages would be very special places if they still existed:::Specialists for the state would have instituted concrete, positive standards for the healthy rearing of children. These institutions would have been role models for poor parents, and they gods didin't want THE MOST healthy institutions in place for the most disfavored among us.
It would never have been tolerated.
So the gods instituted the foster care system, used these monsters they have on Earth, brain-less Clone host, to facilitate the switch/ridicule the old system. Now we have disfavored kids micromanaged as per each's disfavor level instead of them all placed in an orphange where the gods would have been forced to apply healthy state standars.
They won't tolerate reverse irony::::The most disfavored among us would be the ones with the best chance.
Of course most of the foster care kids (pc) were black.

"The exploitation of domestic workers is the dirty secret of the wealthy." They're clone hosts.
They are whores who will do what they are told. I'd be very concerned, because this abuse can take many forms.
These are the monsters in our society.
Most domestic workers are`members of morbidly disfavored groups:::Latino, Philipino, etc. Being dumped into Catholicism should break the ice and help you begin to think about your disfavor.

Literal translation of the Bible:::The gods have a sense of humor, and they love to give the "intelligencia" a hard time, leaving them dissallusioned and shamed when they learn the truth.

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Think of the timing beheind the 1967 event. Think how they used The Boot to sell the Jews on "putting in their time", payment for the "charity wealth" they received, promoting social poison in that decade, knowing the result beforehand.
The Mediterreanean is morbidly disfavored, are easily corrupted. Due to this when they fall into godlessness they get crushed and the gods begin disposal proceedings immediately.
Ironically, The Boot has fucked Jews twice too. Expect this clue was sent with the bullying incidents we are all familiar with from early 20th century NewYork and elsewhere.
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Don't forget:::automatic transmissions dominate in the United States, and NOT for good reason. European vehicles historically are mostly manual, for they have more favor.
Females are the favored gender:::What cars DO have manuals here in the US have traditionally been marketted towards the women AND are those which get the highest mileage.
Buy manual transmissions. Automatics are NOT respected!!!

I've decided that since the gods will CHEAT me out of Horrible I would like those people invovled, both reals and clone hosted, to be denied any progress which may have arose due to their part in my life, actual or telepathic. This would include idiots who may have been granted the "chance" to prey on me telepathically, thinking the 5 seconds of a telepathic incident would get them in.
"Acceptable losses" is a fact of life the disfavored will have to absorb. Irregardless of the tactics and methods the gods will use to ensure failure, let those involved make up the initial group of "acceptable losses" surrounding the Situaiton.
Make them forget. If they've made progress take it back. They have to get it somewhere else.
This of course includes ALL those preditors routed through any clone host involved. We all know you were going to deny me these multiples, for you will never admit clone hosting to me, so this may be the reasonable compromise, since you intend on CHEATING me.
THis is not too tall a request and an obvious one that should be granted with the most minimal of consideration:::I DON'T WANT MY ENEMIES TO BENEFIT FROM THE MISERY OF MY LIFE.
Nobody involved are to learn anything from my life. You will CHEAT me out of Horrible. This is not an unreasonable request:::Make them forget. They must get it somewhere else. At least.

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Nazi Aryan superrace positioning may be how the gods use the NewRomanEmpire to position revenge for 5th century invasion of Rome:::By again demonizing the germans.
Just as they did to me.
Of course they don't tell you the same Italians who planned World War II were funneled into Jew clone hosts to die in their own death camps, conceived for the germans originally.
The Second Coming of Christ will be Italian(-American). All enemies of the Roman Empire will die. This includes Africans, shoplifters, movie pirates.
Nobody is going to save you. You are not Christians and you should not sign on to this unrespectability. Take responsibility for your relationship with the gods.
I can explain everything. Let people ask questions.
Of course I refuse to help white priveledge. Always will. I don't want to help them. I want the wealthy to die. So don't "think wrong".

Functional:::
The Jews are the voice of the beaten and the downtrodden. This is the purpose behind the black-Jew tensions we experienced decades ago prior to the era of gang violence and the crack epidemic.
"Funcitonal" was the gods using this tactic in this context of this Siutation as well.
Incidentally, Isreal IS punishment for the Jews evil. That militaristic enviornment is a desensitizer, ensuring a lack of emotional depth.
Both eliminated this "voice of empathy", positioning the way for the destruction to come.

"You haven't communicated your message." Because you instruct Artificial Intelligence to repress my mind, ensuring the most minimal of impact.
Considering the artificiality of my offensives in this and prior lives, considering the liberties you've taken to pull this event off and considering the scale, the global goals you sought to accomplish by destroying my life I have nothing positive to say about the gods.
You keep compromising your integrity and rationalizing that these unreasonable liberties you take from me and from others are necessary to fulfill the script.
And this was all artificial. They pushed me into everything, then blamed me for it. The monsters involved have all been granted reincarnation, a fresh new start.
Fuck your empty promises. I despise you.

No? You certainly aren't denying King Tut, considering I requested it. I mean everyone sees I killed Brokeback Mountain.
Made Mountain House happen.
Costed 76 their gig and merger with evil.
Atlanta, Georgia. And, with so many other natual disasters, the gods will say it was my fault, and the disfavored will blindly subscribe, losing this opportunity to realize the are victims of the god's wrath, which could have helped them become genuinely god-fearing, the primary goal of scapegoatting.
The $100 billion was used to accomplish many goals, all of them preditory on the disfavored.

My reincarnated enemies BETTER BE SUCKING COCK AND GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS. YOU BETTER GET THEM YOUNG SO YOU CAN PEAK THEM THROUGHOUT THEIR TEEN YEARS.
Death for former clone hosts.

Don't forget:::The other two were used to hurt people "after the fact". You used me beforehand. The other two (Jesus at least) were fucked "after the fact" as well. You have fucked me continuously throughout my life. But we're not going to respect this relationship, are we?
At least I know what to anticipate, don't I?
I have absolutely no confidence in this throne or its integrity.
Earning off of Jesus.wav.
And because of their positioning the gods have the freedom to do this to me, even after destroying my life to acheive their goals with boss.

They've offered clues for the people to observe suggesting my importance. This is one.
My use of Bangladesh as an example for a dumping ground for the reincarnated prior to Cyclone Sidr is another.
8 dead high schoolers in Enterprise, Alabama 3.1.07 is another.
The utilize the scapegoat tactic for the same reason they blame me for Atlanta, Enterprise, hurricanes:::So the disfavored don't benefit from being victims of the god's wrath.
Wilma, Ivan both clues, especially the way they had Wilma park on the prime southwest part of Cozumel for two full days.
Brokeback Mountain dead is a clue.
The list goes on. In most cases you had to follow the proceedings as they developed or you would miss the clues when offered.

Expectations of the gods will be met with poetic justice.
"Ruin it." There's nothing to ruin. This is a ream job. god fucked my life out of preference, because they wanted to maintain positioning without sacrifice, lousy fucking hypocrites.
They used the $100 billion to work people up. The "help" of this "back hand" is the clue showing the disfavored their "investment" will not pay for them either.
The fact you are unwilling to take your hit makes you a joke. After all, your positioning achieved Frank Chu-style cwaziness, fucking CHEATS. Why become frightened now?
If you are not willing to read this and learn from it than it doesn't matter if you get it or not.

Unending breast cancer event commercials:::Justificiation is a very important dynamic in the context of the god's methodology. Progress will never be allowed unless resources are directed appropriately.

No matter what happened they would have taken it anyways. We saw it with Amy. We saw it with Mustang Ranch. We saw it with anal penetration. And we saw it when they had redwhite&blue buy C specifically so liquid redwhite&blue would be "on the clock" when they pushed me into stealing.
Is liquid redwhite&blue responsible for energy drinks?
They pushed me into all these things to make me the candidate, to ensure my disposal would be acceptable within the corporate eye.
As far as my left eye goes they refer me to the casino, tell me I "rubbed my eyes" and this is why this is ocurring to me.
Am I the only one who smells an Emotional Whore, somebody who is keeping the door open for a future date? "For you." No Slut.
Your style is charecterized by "management by convienience", and you pull things out and use them when you see fit:::
1. Liquid Redwhite&blue contest produced diabetes, but only when necessary, lest you incurr culpability for limiting the quality of my life.
A glimpse into their demonic pathology:::In their quest to provide sufficient temptation in this indencent age the gods have crossed that line into demonicy.
Fuck your burning bush, you sick degenerate whore. History will reflect on this and decree you the loser for behavior such as this.
You deserve to take a hit. I condemn the use of your technology to ensure an easy victory.
If only you were as upstanding and respectable as you like yourselves depicted:::
There is no FREEWILL. The gods lie right off the bat in the Bible:::A clue telling of things to come.
The corruption of the Jews in the 10 Commandments, much like their power, much like their immortality, like this victory, was artificial.
Artificial god's artificial power manufacturing their artificial victory.
The gods are immoral. And I can prove it.

If the clone hosts don't get involved then the real bloodline won't incurr such evil. Going this way did them a favor. Quit lying you fuck.

You took liberties to set this up. It goes without saying you'll take liberties concerning my benefit package:::Time and priveledge level

A glimpse into their demonic pathology:::In their quest to provide sufficient temptation in this indencent age the gods have crossed that line into demonicy.

The utilize the New Roman Empire/corporate scapegoatting tactic for the same reason they blame me for Atlanta, Enterprise, hurricanes:::So the disfavored don't benefit from being victims of the god's wrath.
"Go play poker for a living and he will have to get you in!!"

The gods will buy acceptance by lying, telling you your son ascended when he was killed in Iraq. They may say it was a clone switched before. There are many positionings they will sell to achieve this:::
They don't want the victims of the god's wrath to become god-fearing, for people who understand this quickly begin to think appropriately.

This is the life into which you've been placed. This is the life on which you will be judged.
If you are not willing to read this and learn from it than it doesn't matter if you get it or not. Expect pineing for attention to be considered insulting:::::Considering their malicious, vindictive nature, "attention-seeking" behavior may compell them to "raise the bar" which will make your task even that much more difficult.
If you believe in "evil god" then you're just fucked, plain and simple., for your behavior will match this perception.

Beware god's morally vacant corporations - They represent The Rope. Beware their clients, for there is guilt by association.
They use these orgnizations to prey on the ignorant, a price of not heeding the clues the gods offer and instead believing everything you are told.
The gods use appropriately evil clone hosts to initiate these morally vacant organizations, justifying its yet unwritten history. Artificial Intelligence makes the offense and subsequent punishment happen.
Please warn the local Latinos whom I have been trying to help for years. This is another example of how they use me to prey on the disfavored.
This building should have been liquidated long ago. Expect they use me as an excuse why they keep it. "It's still going on." "Clue for him." Bullshit.
The gods want that building to stay because the morbidly disfavored of the area vandalize it weekly, maintaining the effectiveness of this morally vacant organization's temptation. They suggest this gangster ownership group's specialty within the context of bio_technology is pnemonia, so I'd look for that first.
They said the only reason this organization ever existed was to play their part and exploit the disfavored in the context of this Situation.
Their use of organizations in these tragedies illustrates the gods won't accept culpability which will arise from the destruction that results.

And because of their positioning the gods have the freedom to do this to me, even after destroying my life to acheive their goals with boss.
Even after putting forth a very clear choice in 2000. I think it illustrated I was willing to swallow my pride very hard considering all you inflicted. Now it's too late.

Because of their involvement, because the gods dealt black people into the Situation they are entitled. Latinos never sacrificed and therefore have to earn it.

Don't fall for the god's theater. The Italian boot illustrates how they use these poeple, just as the Scandanavian penis does as well.
Incidentally, Italy looks like a high-heeled transsexual's boot. The Romans were known for their sexual deviacy, and considering the tough guy way about so many of them expect tranny was a big dumping ground for these animals.
The gods LOVE irony. You can set your watch by it. Script irony into any given senario first to understand their behavior.
Don't listen to their lies. They ensure people never begin to think right.

I should have senority or something which would entitle me to be excluded from abuse. You're a joke for behaving like this. You don't even know sacrifice in this situation. You never have and you never will, and considering the damage you've inflicted is is wrong.
Immoral.
Demonic.
This thing woudl have been so much better if they were just willing to take their hit.
If they were willing to sacrifice, as they demand from all their victims.
3/30/2008 2:57 PM

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Now for the quiz...

Choose from the following answers
A. I actually read the whole thing.
B. I, like LL before me, skipped to the end just to see how long the damn thing actually was and don't plan on going back, ever!

Blame Tiff... Yet a Third Time

2008-05-13T18:21:00.002-06:00

Ok... since I can't seem to have an original thought without Tiff prompting me, here's another little ditty.

Beware! What you are about to read, cannot be unread. No amount of mental clorox is going to white wash this from your psyche. You've been warned.

Alright, let's get Jungy with it.

Over at Tiff's little corner of the blogoshpere, she postulated upon a pseudo-scientific personality type thingamajigger, and then told us all to go take the test. We were supposed to report back to her on ours and it turns out... I indeed failed the personality test. There's a shocker, right?

Well... maybe not "failed" in the classic sense of the word, but here's what it had to say about me. I'm something called an INTJ. That's Introverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Judging for all you troglodytes that can't comprehend a simple acronym... Don't worry, I had to look it up too, erm... the acronym, not the word troglodyte. Anyway...

Do you think that their description is an accurate representation of little ol' me? How about this one?

Oh c'mon... me? A mastermind? Do you really think I can pull the strings to make all of you little puppets dance? Comment for me now, puppet-children... Oh... and take the test too if you want.

Goldilocks and the Two Cowboys...

2008-04-17T19:04:00.004-06:00

Back in the day, before all of my friends got married, we used to head out occasionally and hit the clubs.

Of course around these parts, that meant driving 50 miles to some less than stellar place, but hey... everyone else headed there too. It was just about the only place in town. Not quite, but it was the college hangout, and we were almost college age.

Anyway... one of the bouncers was about 6'2" and was the kind of guy with a tailored pencil beard, semi bleach blonde hair which was one of those curled mullet type affairs. His name started with a B, but everyone we knew called him Goldilocks. I doubt to his face, but...

Anyway... he jumped from club to club too, working at the pig palace for a bit, then over to a new place then back. We'd see him everywhere, and we became fairly good acquaintances. It was friendly enough, and he turned out to be a pretty good guy.

One winter, one of the guys that I'd go clubbin' with, was out on his snowmobile riding it up in the back country and got stuck. He was in the middle of nowhere, and in about 6 feet of snow so he knew that it wasn't going to be easy getting it out by himself. Right about then, out of nowhere another snowmobile rolled over the hill and got stuck about 10 feet away from him. My buddy looked over there and made the newcomer a deal. He'd help the other guy dig out, if that guy would help him. The deal was made. Then they both took off their helmets and guess who the other guy was... yup. Goldilocks. They both laughed and proceeded to dig themselves out.

A short while after that, Goldilocks started dating a cousin of mine for a little while, and so we got a little better acquainted.

Then things change, and people get married and move on, and the weekly trips to town became more and more infrequent. Fact is... it'd been a couple years since we'd made the trip, then one night my buddy calls me and asks if I want to head over there with him. Sounded good, so we went.

Now when we drove into the parking lot, the place was packed. I hadn't seen it like that in forever, and outside of the club was a group of about 45 people standing around and talking. We didn't think much of it, it was a nice night, and the music inside sounded pretty loud, so I just figured they went outside to talk or something. Turns out... they were all waiting for someone to come out so that they could get in, but we didn't know that. We just walked up to the door, and before we could even get within 15 feet of it, the bouncer looked at us, pointed two fingers in our direction and said, "You two, you're in!" and went back to scanning the crowd. The crowd around us all shouted in unison, "Wha??? OH C'MON!!!" The bouncer? Oh yeah... it was Goldilocks.

We walked through the door before it hit us what had happened, and we started laughing. I'm chuckling about it right now as a matter of fact. Later on, he came inside and found us at our table and we said our hellos and chatted for a bit. I really don't know why people were waiting outside... the place was actually pretty lame, so we drank a few brews and headed out. I suppose if we would have been younger, and closer to everyone else's age it might have been funner, but alas that lifestyle is for the younger crowd.

I haven't seen Goldilocks since then, but then I haven't been clubbin' either. I do have to admit though, it was pretty fun being in the "in crowd", at least for the night.

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And now a big shoutout to my favorite Pixie, Tink. As you've already seen from my comment section, she thought enough to give me this:

I don't quite know what that says about this blog... but it certainly makes me think that the hot Florida sun is starting to get to her...

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Perhaps it's a good thing that I have stopped clubbin'.

A Curiosity...

2008-04-05T23:30:00.002-06:00

Even though Tink (and I guess Kath) thinks this blog has some redeeming qualities to it... well... I'm not going to go that far. But you've caught me in a weak moment, so I'm going to actually let you in on a little something. A slight view into what makes me tick... you've been warned.

So I'm over at NAY, Tiff's little corner of the world, and as I leave a comment on her haloscan thingy, the ad is from a website called... nahhh... I'm not going to give their name out. I don't need search hits for that one... but I didn't recognize it and went ahead and clicked it anyway, despite my better judgment.

Turns out, it's one of those "buy a Russian bride" websites. Now I've never been to one of those things before, nor any of the other myriad of online hookup sites, so I decided to go ahead and browse around for a bit. What I saw, fascinated me something fierce.

Here are a whole bevy of girls, for the most part ranging in age from 19 to 30. There were a few 18, and one who tipped the scales at 34, but 95% were within that range. And the other thing is that they are nearly all drop dead gorgeous. Really. I... well... it amazed me. Here they are, in the prime of their lives (mostly from the Ukraine) and are signed up for a trip to who knows where to marry some schlub. Ok... I know the bullsh*t story that they give out... these women are free to choose and all that crap, but...

However... that wasn't the part that made me curious. It was the little write ups that went along with the pictures. Take this one for example...

Here's an absolutely beautiful young lady, Evgenia, who is 19 and this is what she wrote down:
"Character:
I am a creative personality. I adore singing, it is a part of my life. But I don't sing professionally, I am a future economist. I am intelligent, purposeful, sincere and easy-going. I am cheerful and try to be optimistic in any situation.
Interests:
My greatest interests are music and singing. I also like dancing, bowling, skating. I love wild nature, I love sea and mountains. My parents used to take me to camping trips when I was a child. And it is still my hobby.
Her Type of Man:
I am looking for a serious, reliable man who is ready for a life long relationship, who is ready to care and support his family, who thinks love and affection are very important in a relationship. I don't think age and appearance can be very important if two people are a good match and have a lot in common.(preferable age: from 35 to 50)."

Although I meet a great number of those qualifications (especially the appearance aspect), her preferable age knocked me flat. 35 to 50??? And she's 19? Good gadfry... I know 19 year olds and they don't even speak to 35 year olds, let alone look at them as husband material. What's the deal? This my friends... is the curiosity, and is a glimpse into how my mind works.

What makes these women put themselves out there into an online meat market like this? Are things really that bad in the Ukraine that they're willing to leave their families and all they've ever known and risk it with some internet stranger? Are they just listening to the other girls, or someone with the website, telling them to put that down because that age group is the one that is desperate enough to use the site? Is it because that age group is, for the most part, financially stable? Are these women that much more mature because of their upbringing and responsibilities? I dunno... I've got to say... it amazes me.

It's not just her either, damn near all of them put down a preferable age range of either 30-42 or 35-50. Now the 26 or 29 year olds, I can see putting that age range down, hoping for the 30 end rather than finding some guy older than their dads... but the 19s? Really?

These girls could have their pick of any guy that they wanted if they were over here. Seriously. Look at another one!

I have a buddy who went over to the Ukraine for a lark or trip to see the world, and he told me that these girls were amazingly beautiful, and incredibly mature compared to this neck of the woods (he raved about their traditional values). Shoot... later on he went over to Kazakstan on a little tour and fell for a gal and they're married now and living in Nevada. Just as a side note, she had an incredibly tough time adjusting to the homesickness. Which makes me ask... do these girls really know what they're getting into?

No wonder the old bald fat guys pay these websites bucks for a chance to meet these girls.

So tell me... you readers of the female sex... would you do the same thing? Or... do you have any idea of what their motivation is? I'm all ears...

They're Coming to Take Me Away...

2008-04-02T21:21:00.002-06:00

Over at a BB that I frequent, I happened to mention that I've actually seen a black helicopter, and of course that led to someone asking me to tell the tale...

Since that's more blog fodder than BB fodder, I decided to put the story up here.

Ok... now despite the definitions put out in wikipedia, to me a black helicopter is any helicopter without the mandatory tail numbers or markings indentifying it. Now I never thought that it had to be black in color, just "black" as in "off book".

I've heard tales of black helicopters for years, and although I never dismissed the stories, I never really thought much about them as being true either. I guess they're just like Nessie, some people say they've seen her, others think it's crap. I dunno...

But there I was one late summer afternoon, up in the middle of nowhere hauling hay. I was putting along in my stacker just minding my own business, when I happened to notice something out of place. I couldn't tell you what it was, but for some reason my mind just said... "That ain't right." So I ignored it, and went back to picking up the bales, but I kept looking back up that way just to see.

Now this area is actually in an MOA and so I'm accustomed to having military jets and things sneak up on me all the time, but this time... it wasn't the same. So I wanted to figure it out. Now I've seen F4's, F-111's, B-1B's, B-52's, F-16, F-15's, A-10's and a few real screamers that I couldn't identify, and they're always right at "tree top" level practicing their terrain following skills. It's pretty cool. I'll tell you a few of those stories sometime too...

But anyway, I turned my outfit back around, scanned the skies, and finally had some movement below the horizon (actually about 200 feet off the ground) catch my attention. "What the heck is that?" I asked myself, and could see that it was heading toward me. It was a dark spot against the grey mottled sagebrush sidehills. "Oh... that's a helicopter. Ok." And went back to my task.

When I recognized it, it was a couple of miles away, and so I didn't think anything more about it, but every time I had to turn back that way, I looked up there and it kept getting closer. It was about this time that I just pushed the clutch in and stopped to watch it, and it was fairly easy to see now. And there it was... a black helicopter. Literally. It was black in color. It was also one of those little bubble choppers like TC flew in Magnum P.I. and it came right to me and started hovering. I got a pretty good look at it, because they were hovering at about 80 feet. There were two guys in the front of it, and they hovered there for about 10 or 15 seconds, then the turned on the steady axis, and I was shocked...

There were no markings on the chopper. No numbers, no letters, it was a solid matte black. I'd never seen anything like it before. As they finished their turn and headed around the little mountain I was stacking next to, I could see the other side of the helicopter. It was blank too...

Of course at this point, I knew nobody was going to believe this story, but I also know that my cousins were around the mountain putting up their own hay, and that's where the chopper headed. That evening when I quit for the day, I drove down there and stopped in to ask them if they'd seen it too. The answer kinda surprised me. Yeah, they'd seen it, and this was the third day in a row that it'd done the same thing...

I looked for it the next day, but I've never seen it again. And there you have it, my not-so-famous black helicopter story.

Blame Tiff... Again!

2008-03-24T21:31:00.004-06:00

I'd put an intro here, but with something like this... well...

94%DRUNKARD

And one for PinTA.

I Scored a 80%!

And finally... one for KTM.

$5375.00

Ok... maybe one more, just for fun.

Just because the blogger code is making things not look good... I'll have to relay what this little picture should look like and say...

It was a little wanted poster for my blog and it said

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
{this blog}
FOR THE HURTFUL
PEEING-ON OF A
FLAMING VENDING MACHINE

$2300 CASH REWARD!

Do you think it's odd that my dead body is worth more than my live blog? No? Well... I sure do.

Storytime: The Proctologist Edition

2008-03-17T21:36:00.003-06:00

Back in college, we became friends with some underclassmen even though we were a few years older than they were. We'd play poker at our house nearly every night, and it was just hilarious all of the time. Side splittin' fun...

Of course outside of the usual banter and cussing over bad hands, there were stories a plenty...

One of the guys' father was a breast surgeon. Not breast surgeon in the "Doc I want DD's" sense more like reconstructive and mastectomy. But he also had a monthly poker game with all of his doctor friends, and of course some of them were proctos and urologists. Of course my buddy was there for a lot of the games, and he'd always ask the other docs about their favorite stories.

Being the good friend he was, and since it was poker at our house, he relayed the stories to us. I just knew that you'd want to hear a couple...

First up was the proctologist. When asked what the wildest stories he had, the tales started flowing. He told Patrick about having to pull the necks of broken ketchup bottles out of peoples ass, all kinds of other foreign objects, but the best was yet to come.

This guy walks in and says... "Uh doc... Uh... I kinda got something... Uh..." "Bend over." the doc replies. He said all of these kinds of stories start out the same way. Nobody wants to fess up to actually shoving something up their ass so they always hem and haw around the subject. So our procto puts on his headlamp and gloves and spreads the ol' cheeks, and then... opens up the cavity, and was taken aback by what he saw... Right there... looking back at him was an eyeball. Not expecting such a thing, he was initially shocked, but then he regained his composure and finally figured out what it was. It was a shot glass with an eyeball in the bottom of it with the words "Here's lookin' at you!" wrapped around the eyeball. Of course due to the shot glass shape, once it went in, like an arrow, it wasn't coming back out.

"Uhhhh... I was walking naked on the bar and slipped and it kinda went up there..." "Riiiiight."

Next up was the urologist. His story began like this... This guy walks into his office and says, "Doc, I... I can't pee." "Alright, let's have a look." So he starts to examine the fellow and can tell that there's not a natural obstruction. He gets out the tweezers and forecepts and sticks them up the head of this guys... well... unit to try and get ahold of what ailed him. Any guesses what it turned out to be? I didn't have any clue either, but it was a thermometer. But wait... there's more! It wasn't just one thermometer... it was THREE! End to end. And the best part? They'd been in there so long that they'd calcified on the outside and when he pulled them out, they ripped this guy up something fierce. I don't think even this idiot will be pulling the same stunt again...

Sit Right Back and You'll Hear a Tale...

2008-03-13T08:15:00.003-06:00

It was all the rage on the late night talk shows last night... That's right, I'm sure you've all heard it by now too.

Dawn Wells, who portrayed Mary Ann on Gilligan's Island, was arrested and pled guilty to DUI and possession of gonja.

I must admit... I'm shocked AND appalled. I remember as a small lad rushing in the house off of the school bus to plant myself in front of the tube and be regaled with humourous tales of woe from our trapped castaways. You remember those days. And now... some 20+ years later I find this out? About one of our childhood favorites?

As I say... shocked and appalled. She's been living in Driggs all this time and I never even knew it? I thought my friends from Driggs would've kept me better informed! Just what is the world coming to... *sigh*

At least she wasn't the subject of this article. You know... Kansas isn't all that far from Nebraska... you don't suppose there's some connection to the recent disappearance of KTM... do you?

Idle Time...

2008-03-10T23:41:00.004-06:00

It seems as though KTM isn't the only one that's been... well... occupying her time as of late.

Here's what Sarah Silverman's been up to, in case you were curious...

As we all know though, a jilted lover is capable of almost anything.

Now if you'll excuse me... for some reason after watching that last one... I feel like I've got to take a shower. :P

Blame Tiff

2008-02-29T17:53:00.002-07:00

Yes... Kath's off the hook this time, but this was too good to pass up, so I'm shamelessly stealing it from Tiff. Enjoy!

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