I am back. I just do not know what I want to rave on about. I think I need a bit of "brain juice" to lubricate my thoughts. Now, I am sitting here with a bit of an alcohol buzz on. I am still unable to think but I am having a good time trying to fight the urge to write in one long vowel movement. AAAAHSKLDHovhab ;arehihosd I could not fight the urge. It is good that I am aware enough to correct my spelling mistakes as go along.
Shit, I am becoming a weepy drunk now. How fucking pathetic. Excuse I need to take some time to kick the shit out of myself and regain my composure. Back and much better, thanks for the help. This is like group therapy for me, only without the group, or the therapy for that matter.
You're the besht friend I ever haddddddd!!!! You're the beshtttt! Please stop the room from spinning. I don't want to puke on the keyboard. Can you get dried puke out a laptop? Just a thought that occurred. It is not as if I want to test it out for myself, but I would take any feedback on that one with a great deal of appreciation. Keep the cards and letters coming!
It is Canada Day tomorrow so that means a statutory holiday. It is the Canadian version of Independence Day, but without the "independence" but it is a day. It used to be called Dominion Day, which says something of Canadian history. It really reeks of "please, don't set us free, Mother England" as opposed to independence. In fact, our Constitution was on patriated in 1982. That HAD to come as an act of British Parliament. So, I am thinking that what British Parliament has done, it must be able to undo. In the future, Canada may be turned back into colonial holding of the British Commonwealth, which is always cool, because then we can claim Austin Powers as our own.
Well to all my Canadian friends, Happy Canada Day and to all my American friends, Happy Indpendece Day. All of you have a great long weekend! Ciao!
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
A change of plans
I am back. I was going to drone on about Paula Abdul and her "dirty" manicure that gave her a bad infection. I mean there she was in front of some legislature, California's I assume, to give testimony as to why NEW laws are needed to clean up the manicure industry. I am thinking that the laws now are sufficient because hounding some Korean manicurist and salon owner with law suits may be reason enough to properly sterlize their stuff, if not it seems that without the rancor they can use the same set of rules, etc that are used with tattoo parlors. That is just me.
I did find it funny that she was up there giving her damn sob story. What does she DO to deserver being in the public eye. Forget American Idol, Lord knows I try, I mean they could find any nice breasted female to do the same shit that she does, talk sweetly and barely criticize when necessary. They are a dime a dozen in Hollywood and besides her voice was never that good, so what does she really know. Then again, Corey Clark knows what she knows. She likes younger guys to nail her but she obviously does not look for articulate young men. I have no trouble with that. What ever she does in her bedroom, or who ever she does, is none of my business. Unless she or he film it for my sick entertainment, then I am in.
I did not want to do that but I was watching CNN last night at ten with the former prosecutor lady's show. They were doing stuff on Canada's favorite sister killer and victim, Karla Homolka. She is due to be released and wants the media off her back. The Americans on this show were funny. I mean they know shit all about Canadian jurisprudence (how is that for a long word) and the Canadian penal system. That was apparent from their comments. It was purely a reactionary response with no attempt to understand the context of the deal.
It was, in retrospect, and then, a bad deal from the Crown. It only proved how badly the police botched the gathering of the physical evidence. For whatever reason, she never had to "pay" for her lies or real lack of disclosure (the drugging and raping the two Jane Does). Unfortunately, like most of life, the past cannot be undone. As distasteful as I find it, we are a society of laws, and she has upheld her end of a bad bargain. She is considered "free" to live her life, having paid her debt to society. The Crown could have done something when the reality of it hit in but I think they let it be to avoid the embarrassment to the Crown and police, hoping that things would be forgotten when she is released. Wrong! Another botched strategy to try to save face instead of admitting error and correcting things. We do live in a society where people are not accountable and this is the price of that.
I am too insane right now to go on, so Ciao.
I did find it funny that she was up there giving her damn sob story. What does she DO to deserver being in the public eye. Forget American Idol, Lord knows I try, I mean they could find any nice breasted female to do the same shit that she does, talk sweetly and barely criticize when necessary. They are a dime a dozen in Hollywood and besides her voice was never that good, so what does she really know. Then again, Corey Clark knows what she knows. She likes younger guys to nail her but she obviously does not look for articulate young men. I have no trouble with that. What ever she does in her bedroom, or who ever she does, is none of my business. Unless she or he film it for my sick entertainment, then I am in.
I did not want to do that but I was watching CNN last night at ten with the former prosecutor lady's show. They were doing stuff on Canada's favorite sister killer and victim, Karla Homolka. She is due to be released and wants the media off her back. The Americans on this show were funny. I mean they know shit all about Canadian jurisprudence (how is that for a long word) and the Canadian penal system. That was apparent from their comments. It was purely a reactionary response with no attempt to understand the context of the deal.
It was, in retrospect, and then, a bad deal from the Crown. It only proved how badly the police botched the gathering of the physical evidence. For whatever reason, she never had to "pay" for her lies or real lack of disclosure (the drugging and raping the two Jane Does). Unfortunately, like most of life, the past cannot be undone. As distasteful as I find it, we are a society of laws, and she has upheld her end of a bad bargain. She is considered "free" to live her life, having paid her debt to society. The Crown could have done something when the reality of it hit in but I think they let it be to avoid the embarrassment to the Crown and police, hoping that things would be forgotten when she is released. Wrong! Another botched strategy to try to save face instead of admitting error and correcting things. We do live in a society where people are not accountable and this is the price of that.
I am too insane right now to go on, so Ciao.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Shenanigans
I am back. I had nothing to say yesterday, or at least something that I could say without causing a shitstorm to rain down upon me. I may still hit on all that later, damn the consequences, the truth must be heard. But not today.
I was hit a couple of times, yesterday and today, with another word that makes me giggle. I have heard the word used too much in too many different contexts and settings that I think there is some sort of synchronicity thing involved. Synchronicity is a term that Karl Jung, a sop for all you Jungians out there (LOL! An inside joke for those of you who are lucky/unlucky enough to reside in the deep recesses of my insane brain). It really is the sense that certain ideas or events that seemingly random and coincidental are connected in some way. Anyway, in the world of synchronicity the word "shenanigans" keep creeping into my world.
The word just makes me giggle, like diddling or even fiddling. Say it, "shenanigans". It actually is fun to say. I cannot say that I would ever use the word, but I keep hearing it or reading it, so there must be something to it. Because I say so, is why (I anticipated that question). The word is just funny, to say and use. That is all for that.
Another observation occurred to me. I was working out on Friday and I had just changed and was headed to the weight room from the locker room when I saw a guy, naked except for the pair of sweat socks he wore on his feet (it was not a Red Hot Chili Peppers thing). I was struck by that sight. I think the male body is purely utilitarian, like a Jeep. Put a naked man in nothing but a pair of socks and it is the funniest thing because it so damn ugly to see (especially this guy). It is funnier still when it is naked but for black dress socks. It does not matter the age of the male, either. My eight year old son could be naked with socks and it still just as funny in an ugly and "wrong" (aesthetically speaking, of course) sort of way. This is why I will endeavor to NEVER be seen naked except for socks, on my feet.
I am not sure if socks on the hands is a problem. Now, if this guy was wearing a hat, not a baseball cap, then I think it would have been a good look, but he would have to keep the hat on. That would not be polite if he were indoors and who wants a naked guy in socks and a hat outdoors. Not me!!! A naked lady, I can certainly live with more easily.
I may try to hit upon Paula Abdul, her "bad" manicure and the involvement of legislatures tomorrow, but suffice to say there may be something said about Corey Clark. Have a good one and ciao.
I was hit a couple of times, yesterday and today, with another word that makes me giggle. I have heard the word used too much in too many different contexts and settings that I think there is some sort of synchronicity thing involved. Synchronicity is a term that Karl Jung, a sop for all you Jungians out there (LOL! An inside joke for those of you who are lucky/unlucky enough to reside in the deep recesses of my insane brain). It really is the sense that certain ideas or events that seemingly random and coincidental are connected in some way. Anyway, in the world of synchronicity the word "shenanigans" keep creeping into my world.
The word just makes me giggle, like diddling or even fiddling. Say it, "shenanigans". It actually is fun to say. I cannot say that I would ever use the word, but I keep hearing it or reading it, so there must be something to it. Because I say so, is why (I anticipated that question). The word is just funny, to say and use. That is all for that.
Another observation occurred to me. I was working out on Friday and I had just changed and was headed to the weight room from the locker room when I saw a guy, naked except for the pair of sweat socks he wore on his feet (it was not a Red Hot Chili Peppers thing). I was struck by that sight. I think the male body is purely utilitarian, like a Jeep. Put a naked man in nothing but a pair of socks and it is the funniest thing because it so damn ugly to see (especially this guy). It is funnier still when it is naked but for black dress socks. It does not matter the age of the male, either. My eight year old son could be naked with socks and it still just as funny in an ugly and "wrong" (aesthetically speaking, of course) sort of way. This is why I will endeavor to NEVER be seen naked except for socks, on my feet.
I am not sure if socks on the hands is a problem. Now, if this guy was wearing a hat, not a baseball cap, then I think it would have been a good look, but he would have to keep the hat on. That would not be polite if he were indoors and who wants a naked guy in socks and a hat outdoors. Not me!!! A naked lady, I can certainly live with more easily.
I may try to hit upon Paula Abdul, her "bad" manicure and the involvement of legislatures tomorrow, but suffice to say there may be something said about Corey Clark. Have a good one and ciao.
Friday, June 24, 2005
More goats? What is a boy to do?
I am back. I guess that is obvious so call me Captain Obvious. I need the promotion and do so like the title. Anyway, came across another goat story. What is up with that? Apparently, due to the heavier than usual rains this winter in California, the underbrush has really grown. Now, in the dry season, it gets....dry and becomes great fuel for brush fires. That is what is happening in Arizona as we speak (or as I type, betcha did not know that). In California, they are using goats to munch on the vegetation. They also are using goats to eat the underbrush under high voltage lines near nuclear reactors. I guess they should know that there are 43 "homeless" or soon to be homeless goats in Germany that can be had if the price is right.
Also there is a Peruvian beauty queen, Miss Peru, who is bitching at her doctor. The plastic surgeon claims to have given her (is it really "given", anyway) buttocks implants and trimmed her ears. She was really in a snit. She is a natural beauty and besides he just gave her a nose job and breast implants. Other than that, it is all natural. Could somebody send this woman some perspective, please.
And in my final thought of the week (I don't intend to consider thinking again until some time on Monday) here is a little story to digest. It is from the "There's No Such Thing as a Free Lunch (TNSTAAFL)" file. Here is the story, enjoy.
LEXINGTON, Ky. - A woman who won a radio contest that promised the winner "100 grand" sued after the station gave her a candy bar — a Nestle's 100 Grand — instead of $100,000.
Norreasha Gill filed a complaint Wednesday in Fayette District Court against Atlanta-based Cumulus Media, which owns WLTO-FM in Lexington. Gill, 28, says the station and its parent company breached a contract to pay $100,000 to the contest winner.
Night host DJ Slick sponsored the station's contest to "win 100 grand," Gill said in the lawsuit. Gill won by listening to the radio show for several hours and being the 10th caller at a specified time.
She went to the radio station the next morning to pick up her prize, but was asked to return later. When she got home, she found that the station manager had left a message explaining she had won a 100 Grand candy bar, not money.
Later, he offered her $5,000, Gill said.
"I said I wanted $95,000 more," she said. "Nobody would watch and listen for two hours for a candy bar."
DJ Slick did not return an e-mail from the Herald-Leader, but he said on his Web site that he had left his job. WLTO and Cumulus declined to comment, identify DJ Slick by his given name or say whether he was fired.
Experts said the radio station could face action by the
Federal Communications Commission' name regulations say contest descriptions can't be false or deceptive and that stations must conduct contests as advertised. Stations in two other states have been fined for contests that told listeners they'd won cash prizes without specifying they were in the Italian or Turkish lira, not the U.S. dollar.
Before her family went to sleep that night, Gill says, she promised her children — ages 1, 5 and 11 — that they'd have a minivan, a shopping spree, a savings account and a home with a back yard.
"What hurts me is they were going to get me in front of my children, all dressed up, and hand me a candy bar, after all those promises I made to them," she told the Lexington Herald-Leader. "You just don't do that to people."
A prank in Florida led to a similar lawsuit that was settled in 2002. A former waitress claimed Hooters promised to award her a new Toyota car — but instead gave her a toy Yoda.
Obviously, she wasted her time and was pissed, but it was a pretty funny prank. I like that toy Yoda one, too. Damn, people are stupid and nobody ever went poor overestimating the stupidity of others. I wish I were a cruel person because I think that I could take advantage of the vast majority of the population, but of course, not any my loyal readers.
Have a happy and healthy weekend and set those minds to "NO THOUGHTS". Ciao.
Also there is a Peruvian beauty queen, Miss Peru, who is bitching at her doctor. The plastic surgeon claims to have given her (is it really "given", anyway) buttocks implants and trimmed her ears. She was really in a snit. She is a natural beauty and besides he just gave her a nose job and breast implants. Other than that, it is all natural. Could somebody send this woman some perspective, please.
And in my final thought of the week (I don't intend to consider thinking again until some time on Monday) here is a little story to digest. It is from the "There's No Such Thing as a Free Lunch (TNSTAAFL)" file. Here is the story, enjoy.
LEXINGTON, Ky. - A woman who won a radio contest that promised the winner "100 grand" sued after the station gave her a candy bar — a Nestle's 100 Grand — instead of $100,000.
Norreasha Gill filed a complaint Wednesday in Fayette District Court against Atlanta-based Cumulus Media, which owns WLTO-FM in Lexington. Gill, 28, says the station and its parent company breached a contract to pay $100,000 to the contest winner.
Night host DJ Slick sponsored the station's contest to "win 100 grand," Gill said in the lawsuit. Gill won by listening to the radio show for several hours and being the 10th caller at a specified time.
She went to the radio station the next morning to pick up her prize, but was asked to return later. When she got home, she found that the station manager had left a message explaining she had won a 100 Grand candy bar, not money.
Later, he offered her $5,000, Gill said.
"I said I wanted $95,000 more," she said. "Nobody would watch and listen for two hours for a candy bar."
DJ Slick did not return an e-mail from the Herald-Leader, but he said on his Web site that he had left his job. WLTO and Cumulus declined to comment, identify DJ Slick by his given name or say whether he was fired.
Experts said the radio station could face action by the
Federal Communications Commission' name regulations say contest descriptions can't be false or deceptive and that stations must conduct contests as advertised. Stations in two other states have been fined for contests that told listeners they'd won cash prizes without specifying they were in the Italian or Turkish lira, not the U.S. dollar.
Before her family went to sleep that night, Gill says, she promised her children — ages 1, 5 and 11 — that they'd have a minivan, a shopping spree, a savings account and a home with a back yard.
"What hurts me is they were going to get me in front of my children, all dressed up, and hand me a candy bar, after all those promises I made to them," she told the Lexington Herald-Leader. "You just don't do that to people."
A prank in Florida led to a similar lawsuit that was settled in 2002. A former waitress claimed Hooters promised to award her a new Toyota car — but instead gave her a toy Yoda.
Obviously, she wasted her time and was pissed, but it was a pretty funny prank. I like that toy Yoda one, too. Damn, people are stupid and nobody ever went poor overestimating the stupidity of others. I wish I were a cruel person because I think that I could take advantage of the vast majority of the population, but of course, not any my loyal readers.
Have a happy and healthy weekend and set those minds to "NO THOUGHTS". Ciao.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
just as I suspected
I am back. This will be short and to the point. I have long thought that religion could be dangerous and possibly kill you. I now have some proof. Here is the story.
LJUBLJANA (Reuters) - A man died after lightning struck a metal cross he was holding during a funeral in a village near Ljubljana, the Slovenian news agency STA reported Thursday.
It said the 62-year-old man died in hospital Wednesday evening, several hours after the incident in the village of Brezovica. Another person at the funeral was slightly injured.
See what I mean. What is up with that? Gotta run. Ciao.
LJUBLJANA (Reuters) - A man died after lightning struck a metal cross he was holding during a funeral in a village near Ljubljana, the Slovenian news agency STA reported Thursday.
It said the 62-year-old man died in hospital Wednesday evening, several hours after the incident in the village of Brezovica. Another person at the funeral was slightly injured.
See what I mean. What is up with that? Gotta run. Ciao.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
The emperor's new clothes
I am back. Happy belated summer solstice to the three of you reading this. I am kidding, at least that is what I have been telling myself. I have been a little busy to peruse the news for you but something came up today that went beyond my sense of the absurd. Apparently the largest supplier of bullet proof vests to law enforcement officers, us regular folk get our bullet proof supplies from mom and pop operations, is urging its customers to replace vests containing the the fiber Zylon. I like that name, Zylon. Repeat it with me, Zylon. It takes the great sound of nylon and adds a "Z" sound, so how can it be bad. I do bet that shit does not breath though, and as such I would be loathe to wear it. Give me cotton, wool and silk any day. In fact, I will go shear the sheep myself right now. Shit, I nicked the beast and now find that with the mint and oregano I have, the beast is dinner. Anybody for lamb chops?
Anyway, Second Chance Body Armor is telling all those with vests with Zylon to replace them. The best part is that this company is undergoing bankruptcy reorganization because of numerous lawsuits regarding defective products. I mean there should be no need to be careful when your product purports to be able to stop bullets. What can go wrong? Ahhh, so law enforcement officers have a false sense of security, it is as if the joke is on them. I can see Ashton Kucher pulling a stunt like this on Punk'd. What a laugh that would be, until the bleeding stopped anyway.
That is my half thought for the day. Check your vests for zylon, and if you find some remember that you are not invincible. Ciao!
Anyway, Second Chance Body Armor is telling all those with vests with Zylon to replace them. The best part is that this company is undergoing bankruptcy reorganization because of numerous lawsuits regarding defective products. I mean there should be no need to be careful when your product purports to be able to stop bullets. What can go wrong? Ahhh, so law enforcement officers have a false sense of security, it is as if the joke is on them. I can see Ashton Kucher pulling a stunt like this on Punk'd. What a laugh that would be, until the bleeding stopped anyway.
That is my half thought for the day. Check your vests for zylon, and if you find some remember that you are not invincible. Ciao!
Monday, June 20, 2005
This just in
I am back but will make it short. I just read that there is a report out that says that Saddam Hussein says he is still the Iraqi leader. Do ya think? I don't know about y'all but would any self respecting person want their "leader" prancing around in his tighty whiteys. I kind of wish he would just go back looking like the homeless dude that was fished out of a spider hole. Damn, I love that guy! Ciao.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Skipped a day and shoulda skipped another
I am back. I do not have much to say today. Imagine that. Anybody catch that crap on television called "Hit me Baby, 1 More Time". That is the show where they bring back a band to sing their "hit" and then they sing a contemporary "hit". Last night it was Wang Chung (huh?), Sophie B Hawkins (who?), Howard Jones (interesting), Cameo (why? because Korn covered "Word Up") and Irene Cara (at least once she sang the theme to "Flashdance" she could stop singing the theme to "Fame"). The host is some English dude who has the right amount of fake enthusiasm to nauseate me. I love the show!
Previous bands have been The Knack, Tommy Tutone (Jenny, 8675309) and Vanilla Ice. Now there is somebody who should have stayed out of sight. I was half expecting (hoping?) Suge Knight to come out and bitch slap him some more. THAT would have been a show.
It just goes to show me that if they put crap on television, I will find some way to watch it. How sad am I? Very may well be the answer. Have a great weekend! Ciao!
Previous bands have been The Knack, Tommy Tutone (Jenny, 8675309) and Vanilla Ice. Now there is somebody who should have stayed out of sight. I was half expecting (hoping?) Suge Knight to come out and bitch slap him some more. THAT would have been a show.
It just goes to show me that if they put crap on television, I will find some way to watch it. How sad am I? Very may well be the answer. Have a great weekend! Ciao!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Another What the F moment
I am back. I will be brief but I came across another bit of news from India and it raises the question I posed earlier....What the fuck?!!!!! Here it is.
Indian forced to 'marry' her father-in-law rapist
NEW DELHI (Reuters) - An Indian rape victim is being forced by village elders to "marry" her rapist -- her father-in-law, a newspaper reported on Wednesday.
Community leaders in Charthawal village, backed by local Muslim clerics, believe that by being raped, 28-year-old Imrana's 10-year marriage has been nullified under Islamic law, The Asian Age newspaper said.
Holding a special council on Sunday, village leaders ordered the mother of five to leave her husband, Noor Mohammed, and live with her parental family for seven months and 10 days and make herself "pure" again, The Age said. It did not say how she becomes pure.
After that, she must "marry" her father-in-law and live with him, along with his legal wife.
"She... will then be like a mother to Noor Mohammed," the paper quoted local cleric Shamim Ahmad saying.
Her four brothers have agreed to the edict. She has not but in India, victims of crime often have nowhere to turn and with even her own family supporting the edict she may have little choice.
Police are now investigating and say they plan to arrest the father-in-law. They refuse to comment on the village elders' ruling, saying it is a sensitive religious issue.
The village is in Uttar Pradesh, one of India's poorest and most backward states and its most populous, with more than 165 million people, more than Russia's 145 million.
Well here it goes. She is being forced to become "pure", whatever the fuck that means, though I have some clue. I mean her rapist father in law, soon to be husband, deserves a virgin for a second wife. He needs a second wife? I mean I can barely support one, I cannot figure out how this "well to do" pillar of the community (if it is a community of rapists, it is good to be to a Muslim male) can support a second wife, but that is not my problem, is it?
Now she gets to be "mother" to her ex-husband and father of her children. Is this the fucking Indian hillbilly state? No offense to the hillbillies out there, but when your mother is your sister is your aunt, things are pretty fucked up in the familial relations area. Though, family reunions must be a blast and all you need is another family member who serves as multiple family relations. Then, of course, you have sex with them (I guess it does not really matter about genders at that point) and if a youngun is birthed, well it is just another "cousin" to be added to the mix.
Not to offend any of those of the Islamic faith out there, but when "Islamic law" leads to such an absurd conclusion, is it really law or the will of Allah? Blind faith, blind justice, your husband is your son, damn it all makes sense to me now! Ciao!
Indian forced to 'marry' her father-in-law rapist
NEW DELHI (Reuters) - An Indian rape victim is being forced by village elders to "marry" her rapist -- her father-in-law, a newspaper reported on Wednesday.
Community leaders in Charthawal village, backed by local Muslim clerics, believe that by being raped, 28-year-old Imrana's 10-year marriage has been nullified under Islamic law, The Asian Age newspaper said.
Holding a special council on Sunday, village leaders ordered the mother of five to leave her husband, Noor Mohammed, and live with her parental family for seven months and 10 days and make herself "pure" again, The Age said. It did not say how she becomes pure.
After that, she must "marry" her father-in-law and live with him, along with his legal wife.
"She... will then be like a mother to Noor Mohammed," the paper quoted local cleric Shamim Ahmad saying.
Her four brothers have agreed to the edict. She has not but in India, victims of crime often have nowhere to turn and with even her own family supporting the edict she may have little choice.
Police are now investigating and say they plan to arrest the father-in-law. They refuse to comment on the village elders' ruling, saying it is a sensitive religious issue.
The village is in Uttar Pradesh, one of India's poorest and most backward states and its most populous, with more than 165 million people, more than Russia's 145 million.
Well here it goes. She is being forced to become "pure", whatever the fuck that means, though I have some clue. I mean her rapist father in law, soon to be husband, deserves a virgin for a second wife. He needs a second wife? I mean I can barely support one, I cannot figure out how this "well to do" pillar of the community (if it is a community of rapists, it is good to be to a Muslim male) can support a second wife, but that is not my problem, is it?
Now she gets to be "mother" to her ex-husband and father of her children. Is this the fucking Indian hillbilly state? No offense to the hillbillies out there, but when your mother is your sister is your aunt, things are pretty fucked up in the familial relations area. Though, family reunions must be a blast and all you need is another family member who serves as multiple family relations. Then, of course, you have sex with them (I guess it does not really matter about genders at that point) and if a youngun is birthed, well it is just another "cousin" to be added to the mix.
Not to offend any of those of the Islamic faith out there, but when "Islamic law" leads to such an absurd conclusion, is it really law or the will of Allah? Blind faith, blind justice, your husband is your son, damn it all makes sense to me now! Ciao!
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Wacko Jacko is a free man
I am back. I told you I would have to revisit yesterday's jury verdict. Let me start by saying that I DO NOT CARE about this whole thing. I neither own nor have EVER owned any Michael Jackson recording. I can say he has or is that had talent. He did pen some good tunes and could dance, but I have never been into him as an artist. It is that growing up in the 80s, he was big in terms of his influence on MTV and on the "face" of music and videos. Video and MTV type music videos are DEAD and so is MJ's career as a writing artist.
It is not a shock that the verdict went this way. The accusers mother is a bigger whack job than Jacko. He is a freak, as I have stated before, but there is no law against being a freak. It was pointed out to me yesterday, that if you actually listened to him, removing the cynics hearing, he truly could not understand the fuss. This could be due to his complete innocence or lack of guile in such matters. It is not like he has tried to "cover up" sleeping in the same bed as children, who are not his own offspring. Perhaps, being raised in the fish bowl of fame, or a modified Skinner box, he must be judged a little differently. Not that one can condone diddling children or young boys, but maybe, just maybe, his sleep overs were innocent enough.
I do not know. I am beginning to wonder though given OJ, ten years ago, and this now, whether the California prosecutors have some real trouble in making their cases. Thankfully, Scott Peterson, or is it Petersen, was such an asshole and had such poor credibility that they were able to convict him. Otherwise, I think he would be a free man today.
This brings us to the next item on the agenda. Phil Spector. I am thinking they have to convict him. He is white. Did you see his hair in his last court appearance. What is up with that white guy afro? With that head of hair, he has to be guilty of something.
I do not think it to safe to live in California these days, though. For every Scott Peterson they lock up, there have to be at least ten still waiting their turn for mayhem.
I see Michael Jackson resurrecting some semblance of his career playing Vegas. He is not really relevant to the younger crowd, unless they are in his bed, and the older set just loves his 80s work. So there you have it, he plays to the Celine Dion (excuse me as I puke at the thought of seeing her in Vegas) crowd. He makes some money doing his Best of Michael Jackson shit. Everybody is happy as he can claim the King of the Freaks award in Vegas from Siegfried and Roy (as they cannot use that title anymore, what with Roy playing the role of a tiger snack).
That is all for today. Ciao.
It is not a shock that the verdict went this way. The accusers mother is a bigger whack job than Jacko. He is a freak, as I have stated before, but there is no law against being a freak. It was pointed out to me yesterday, that if you actually listened to him, removing the cynics hearing, he truly could not understand the fuss. This could be due to his complete innocence or lack of guile in such matters. It is not like he has tried to "cover up" sleeping in the same bed as children, who are not his own offspring. Perhaps, being raised in the fish bowl of fame, or a modified Skinner box, he must be judged a little differently. Not that one can condone diddling children or young boys, but maybe, just maybe, his sleep overs were innocent enough.
I do not know. I am beginning to wonder though given OJ, ten years ago, and this now, whether the California prosecutors have some real trouble in making their cases. Thankfully, Scott Peterson, or is it Petersen, was such an asshole and had such poor credibility that they were able to convict him. Otherwise, I think he would be a free man today.
This brings us to the next item on the agenda. Phil Spector. I am thinking they have to convict him. He is white. Did you see his hair in his last court appearance. What is up with that white guy afro? With that head of hair, he has to be guilty of something.
I do not think it to safe to live in California these days, though. For every Scott Peterson they lock up, there have to be at least ten still waiting their turn for mayhem.
I see Michael Jackson resurrecting some semblance of his career playing Vegas. He is not really relevant to the younger crowd, unless they are in his bed, and the older set just loves his 80s work. So there you have it, he plays to the Celine Dion (excuse me as I puke at the thought of seeing her in Vegas) crowd. He makes some money doing his Best of Michael Jackson shit. Everybody is happy as he can claim the King of the Freaks award in Vegas from Siegfried and Roy (as they cannot use that title anymore, what with Roy playing the role of a tiger snack).
That is all for today. Ciao.
See, I know what women like
I am back. I had some computer trouble yesterday so there were no postings. That is just as well. I came across the linked article, I think that it says it all. I know what women like or don't like.....the comb over! I am back to that again. I do have some things to say about the Michael Jackson verdict but that will be for later.
Anyway, this article does say it all. The ladies don't mind it when we men start losing our hair. My guess is that they would say something different if and when they start losing their hair to male pattern baldness. I like that term, it gives a sense of medical inevitability to loss of one's hair. If you are male, then beware of the clumps of hair in the shower drain as you pass through those teenage and early 20s.
I do like the fact that women do not mind but do mind the comb over. Who are you fooling with that thing, ala the Donald Trump birds nest, or is it just bad cotton candy. Does he have Rumplestiltskin come in each night and spin thread into "gold" "hair"? I digress but thanks for coming out.
Now because of that damn survey, I have to get rid of my leather pants. I like to wear them during the summer. I mean there is nothing quite so comforting as wearing skin tight leather in the heat so that they adhere to my legs and I lose 5 pounds of water weight. I need the jaws of life to get those things off but I always thought it was worth it. I thought that the ladies liked the look, boy was I wrong.
I guess I have to get rid of those open shirts and all my astral sign medallions. Have the 70s ended? Where the hell was I when that happened? In fact, I was musing on Saturday that I am finding some gray chest hair. What is up with that?!!! I figure that once the pubes go gray I should start dying all my hair or just pack it in altogether. Any thoughts?
Well, read the results of the survey. It is illuminating. I mean, I now understand what women like. Gotta run for now. Ciao.
Anyway, this article does say it all. The ladies don't mind it when we men start losing our hair. My guess is that they would say something different if and when they start losing their hair to male pattern baldness. I like that term, it gives a sense of medical inevitability to loss of one's hair. If you are male, then beware of the clumps of hair in the shower drain as you pass through those teenage and early 20s.
I do like the fact that women do not mind but do mind the comb over. Who are you fooling with that thing, ala the Donald Trump birds nest, or is it just bad cotton candy. Does he have Rumplestiltskin come in each night and spin thread into "gold" "hair"? I digress but thanks for coming out.
Now because of that damn survey, I have to get rid of my leather pants. I like to wear them during the summer. I mean there is nothing quite so comforting as wearing skin tight leather in the heat so that they adhere to my legs and I lose 5 pounds of water weight. I need the jaws of life to get those things off but I always thought it was worth it. I thought that the ladies liked the look, boy was I wrong.
I guess I have to get rid of those open shirts and all my astral sign medallions. Have the 70s ended? Where the hell was I when that happened? In fact, I was musing on Saturday that I am finding some gray chest hair. What is up with that?!!! I figure that once the pubes go gray I should start dying all my hair or just pack it in altogether. Any thoughts?
Well, read the results of the survey. It is illuminating. I mean, I now understand what women like. Gotta run for now. Ciao.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Welcome to my world, the world of weird
I am back. I came across some more "news" that I found interesting. I will share the story with y'all but I do have some questions about it. Here is the story. By the way, I still have not clotheslined a bicycle rider but it is getting harder and harder to resist the urge.
Chips Found in Place of Woman's Ashes
HOUSTON - Two daughters have sued a synagogue after they found a potato chip can in place of their mother's remains behind the locked, glass door of her niche in a mausoleum.
When the women visited Vivian Shulman Lieberman's niche in a Houston mausoleum a year ago, they found the cedar chest containing her ashes missing and a can of sour-cream-and-onion potato chips in its place.
The ashes are still missing, said Philip Hilder, an attorney for Lieberman's two daughters.
"We have been devastated," Marcelle Lieberman said this week. "We hope we will be able to find her remains before we die, to give us closure of some sort."
Marcelle Lieberman and her sister, Harriet Lieberman Mellow, filed the lawsuit recently against Congregation Beth Israel and two funeral businesses.
Officials with the synagogue and the two companies deny responsibility.
"It is obviously very upsetting to the family and to all three of the defendants," said Neal Manne, a lawyer and Beth Israel board member who is representing the synagogue. "But a lawsuit is about whether there is any legal responsibility, and Congregation Beth Israel did not do anything wrong."
The sisters are also suing the companies that arranged for their mother's cremation and inurnment, Levy Funeral Directors and Schlitzberger's Family Craft Monumental Services. The lawsuit seeks unspecified damages, saying each defendant intentionally inflicted emotional distress.
In July 2003, Marcelle Lieberman visited the niche. Harriet Mellow visited that fall.
They said they returned to the mausoleum together on their father's birthday, June 10, 2004, and discovered the potato chip can in their mother's niche.
A locksmith opened the niche and Houston police took custody of the can, which still contained potato chips.
"To their added horror," the lawsuit states, "Harriet and Marcelle learned that the can had been visible in the niche for at least six months."
The lawsuit alleges that Schlitzberger's failed to close and lock the niche.
None of the employees have a key, company co-owner Dianne Schlitzberger said.
"Putting the name tag on the box is a little thing," she said. "We wouldn't ruin our reputation by losing something so valuable."
The lawsuit also claims that Levy Funeral Directors failed to ensure that Vivian Lieberman's ashes were in a secure place.
Greg Bolton, a spokesman for Service Corporation International, the parent company of Levy, said the funeral home upheld its responsibilities.
"We fulfilled the family's wishes by arranging for the cremation and delivering the remains to the custody of the mausoleum," he said. "We had no involvement or knowledge of anything that happened after that."
Now, first of all, I was under the belief that cremation was not a traditional, and in fact prohibited, in Jewish law. I am thinking then that the karmic sin has been played out on their mother. I do not want to make fun, but perhaps in some bizzare karmic turn the mother was reincarnated as a can of sour cream and onion chips. It is not something I would aspire to, but that is just me. I am hoping to come back as a small kitchen appliance, a food processor or cool, chrome toaster, again that is just me.
Who wants somebody elses ashes? It is like the switch was made in a effort to train for some sort of Indiana Jones inspired attempt to "steal" some valuable antiquity by replacing it with a similar weighted and sized can. (Think of the opening scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark). Just something that passed for a thought.
There is a story out of Japan where two cats set their owner's house on fire by urinating on a fax machine, shorting it out and starting an electrical fire. This is a case where the pet goats may be safer. I mean no self respecting goat will piss on the fax machine, they will just use the floor or carpet, bed, sofa, etc. but not the fax machine. They will eat the electrical cords but that is because they are as dumb as, well, goats. Both are minions of the devil, I say. Look at the damage caused and fires started. Crazy cat and goat people all of them.
On that happy note, have a great weekend! Ciao!
Chips Found in Place of Woman's Ashes
HOUSTON - Two daughters have sued a synagogue after they found a potato chip can in place of their mother's remains behind the locked, glass door of her niche in a mausoleum.
When the women visited Vivian Shulman Lieberman's niche in a Houston mausoleum a year ago, they found the cedar chest containing her ashes missing and a can of sour-cream-and-onion potato chips in its place.
The ashes are still missing, said Philip Hilder, an attorney for Lieberman's two daughters.
"We have been devastated," Marcelle Lieberman said this week. "We hope we will be able to find her remains before we die, to give us closure of some sort."
Marcelle Lieberman and her sister, Harriet Lieberman Mellow, filed the lawsuit recently against Congregation Beth Israel and two funeral businesses.
Officials with the synagogue and the two companies deny responsibility.
"It is obviously very upsetting to the family and to all three of the defendants," said Neal Manne, a lawyer and Beth Israel board member who is representing the synagogue. "But a lawsuit is about whether there is any legal responsibility, and Congregation Beth Israel did not do anything wrong."
The sisters are also suing the companies that arranged for their mother's cremation and inurnment, Levy Funeral Directors and Schlitzberger's Family Craft Monumental Services. The lawsuit seeks unspecified damages, saying each defendant intentionally inflicted emotional distress.
In July 2003, Marcelle Lieberman visited the niche. Harriet Mellow visited that fall.
They said they returned to the mausoleum together on their father's birthday, June 10, 2004, and discovered the potato chip can in their mother's niche.
A locksmith opened the niche and Houston police took custody of the can, which still contained potato chips.
"To their added horror," the lawsuit states, "Harriet and Marcelle learned that the can had been visible in the niche for at least six months."
The lawsuit alleges that Schlitzberger's failed to close and lock the niche.
None of the employees have a key, company co-owner Dianne Schlitzberger said.
"Putting the name tag on the box is a little thing," she said. "We wouldn't ruin our reputation by losing something so valuable."
The lawsuit also claims that Levy Funeral Directors failed to ensure that Vivian Lieberman's ashes were in a secure place.
Greg Bolton, a spokesman for Service Corporation International, the parent company of Levy, said the funeral home upheld its responsibilities.
"We fulfilled the family's wishes by arranging for the cremation and delivering the remains to the custody of the mausoleum," he said. "We had no involvement or knowledge of anything that happened after that."
Now, first of all, I was under the belief that cremation was not a traditional, and in fact prohibited, in Jewish law. I am thinking then that the karmic sin has been played out on their mother. I do not want to make fun, but perhaps in some bizzare karmic turn the mother was reincarnated as a can of sour cream and onion chips. It is not something I would aspire to, but that is just me. I am hoping to come back as a small kitchen appliance, a food processor or cool, chrome toaster, again that is just me.
Who wants somebody elses ashes? It is like the switch was made in a effort to train for some sort of Indiana Jones inspired attempt to "steal" some valuable antiquity by replacing it with a similar weighted and sized can. (Think of the opening scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark). Just something that passed for a thought.
There is a story out of Japan where two cats set their owner's house on fire by urinating on a fax machine, shorting it out and starting an electrical fire. This is a case where the pet goats may be safer. I mean no self respecting goat will piss on the fax machine, they will just use the floor or carpet, bed, sofa, etc. but not the fax machine. They will eat the electrical cords but that is because they are as dumb as, well, goats. Both are minions of the devil, I say. Look at the damage caused and fires started. Crazy cat and goat people all of them.
On that happy note, have a great weekend! Ciao!
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Anti-social behaviour? Nah!!!!
I am back. I had a thought but I was walking on a sidewalk on a busy street today and guy drives by me on his bicycle. He is riding a bicycle on the sidewalk, is what I am saying. I was just wondering why it is that I have to use all my might to fight the urge to put out my arm and clothesline the fucking biker as he tries to drive by me. I have been fighting that urge for as long as I can remember.
That is all. A little bit of insight into the deeper, or darker, recesses of my mind. Enjoy! Ciao!
That is all. A little bit of insight into the deeper, or darker, recesses of my mind. Enjoy! Ciao!
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
All the news that's fit to be regurgitated
I am back. I came across another story that just floored me. Here it is.
Woman lays waste to property with 43 goats
BERLIN (Reuters) - A German woman living with 43 goats was evicted from her rented house after the animals left "knee-high" piles of droppings around the garden and laid waste to the building's interior, authorities said Tuesday.
A court in the southwestern town of Saarburg said the woman had been forced out because she was behind on her rent and had allowed the condition of the house to deteriorate to such an extent that it may have to be torn down.
"The goats' droppings were basically piled up knee-high around the garden, and inside the house everything was chewed up. And it stank," said court spokesman Manfred Grueter.
"It was total chaos," he added. "It's pretty doubtful as to whether the place can still be lived in."
The woman, a freelance artist in her early forties, had resisted eviction on the grounds her life with the goats had been used to create a "social sculpture" inspired by the German sculptor Joseph Beuys.
Well, well, well! What to conclude. What is it with the Germans? Is cannibalism there not enough? I always thought the lady with all those cats was crazy, this just adds a whole new dimension to that insanity. Again, cats and goats are agents of the devil, so......
I do like the "art" rationalization. Of course, using that definition or line of reasoning, I am making art each time I take (or is that leave) a dump. Wow, somebody call my mother and tell her that he little boy is an artist (or is that artiste).
Where do these people come from (Germany obviously)?
There was a story in China, Shanghai to be exact, where an online gamer (not flamer, you sick people) stabbed a competitor to death for selling his cyber-sword and was given a suspended death sentence. Now apparently this means a life sentence but in the English language I would say that a suspended death sentence is death by hanging. I was really hoping for a good old fashion state sanctioned geek lynching but that is just not going to happen. Too bad. Perhaps they can find some way to blame that on the Japanese and start some more riots. Only in Asia.
Party on all and ciao for today.
Woman lays waste to property with 43 goats
BERLIN (Reuters) - A German woman living with 43 goats was evicted from her rented house after the animals left "knee-high" piles of droppings around the garden and laid waste to the building's interior, authorities said Tuesday.
A court in the southwestern town of Saarburg said the woman had been forced out because she was behind on her rent and had allowed the condition of the house to deteriorate to such an extent that it may have to be torn down.
"The goats' droppings were basically piled up knee-high around the garden, and inside the house everything was chewed up. And it stank," said court spokesman Manfred Grueter.
"It was total chaos," he added. "It's pretty doubtful as to whether the place can still be lived in."
The woman, a freelance artist in her early forties, had resisted eviction on the grounds her life with the goats had been used to create a "social sculpture" inspired by the German sculptor Joseph Beuys.
Well, well, well! What to conclude. What is it with the Germans? Is cannibalism there not enough? I always thought the lady with all those cats was crazy, this just adds a whole new dimension to that insanity. Again, cats and goats are agents of the devil, so......
I do like the "art" rationalization. Of course, using that definition or line of reasoning, I am making art each time I take (or is that leave) a dump. Wow, somebody call my mother and tell her that he little boy is an artist (or is that artiste).
Where do these people come from (Germany obviously)?
There was a story in China, Shanghai to be exact, where an online gamer (not flamer, you sick people) stabbed a competitor to death for selling his cyber-sword and was given a suspended death sentence. Now apparently this means a life sentence but in the English language I would say that a suspended death sentence is death by hanging. I was really hoping for a good old fashion state sanctioned geek lynching but that is just not going to happen. Too bad. Perhaps they can find some way to blame that on the Japanese and start some more riots. Only in Asia.
Party on all and ciao for today.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Why I won't be returning to Belgium anytime soon or Would forever be too long
I am back. I had not much to say but I was struck by an almost twenty year old memory and story that I thought I would share. It was one of those surreal moments in life that was both potentially scary, yet as it was occurring I kept thinking how great a story it would be.
I was in Europe and it was the summer of 1986. Yes, the year that Chernobyl blew and the US bombed Libya (they showed them by planting a bomb in a PanAm flight over Scotland). It was late May. I started in Amsterdam but found my route south to be difficult because of train strikes in both Belgium and France. I was determined to get to Paris, but found myself "stranded" in Brussels, Belgium when I was able to finally arrive due to the Belgian train strike. On the Friday, I arrived on the Thursday, I found out that there was no longer a Belgian train strike so I could take the night train south to Paris that night. Great, I would go to Brugge for the day, which was cool and then came back to the mid station (there are three in Brussels, a north, south and mid). I would catch my train to Paris from the South station.
I was hanging around the mid station, trying to get rid of my Belgian Francs, as I had no intention of returning, at least anytime soon. I tried to give them to some people with mohawk hairstyles of varying colors but they would not take them. I could not figure out why. I mean what is the world coming to when punk rockers will not accept an unsolicited handout from a foreigner?
My train was not leaving until around two in the morning, so by about ten I headed to the south station and figured that I would just sit and read at the station. I got there and found a seat. I put my feet up on my backpack and pulled out my book of the moment (Prizzi's Honor, in fact I had enough time to finish it.) There was basically nobody in the station at this time. I check my watch and see that it is getting near midnight. I notice that this guy, he was a bit dishevelled and swarthy, not in a good way either, walk in and sort of scope out the scene. Of course, the scene consisted of me and maybe a few others who were not sitting alone. Anyway, the guy decides to sit down......and wouldn't you know it, with a ton of empty seats, he sits beside me.
I am thinking that I got here first and maybe if I ignore his presence he will get the hint and shove off. Boy, am I a moron! He sits in silence, which I was enjoying, for a few minutes. He then says something to me in French. In my infinite wisdom I answer back in French, "Je ne comprend pas." which means I do not understand. I hoped that would be it, but again, I was wrong. A few more minutes of silence and he says in English, "You are English?". I should have said, "No shit, Sherlock!" but meekly said "yeah".
Again, he is not getting the hint. I was here first and my body language was saying "get the fuck away from me". He continues to try to engage me in chit chat. Of course, I don't do chit chat least of all with strange Belgian men, strange Belgian women would be another story because there is the opportunity for sex there.
Anyway, he is either persistent or just not getting the hint. Then he said those three words I least wanted to hear "I LIKE BOYS!". Hello, or should I just get up and wave, saying, "Drive safely, folks, I am outta here!". At that moment, I saw the humor and wished that the whole scene was being filmed as the scene went from merely annoying to surreal, strange and funny. It was an out of body experience for me at that point. I wanted to laugh my head off at that moment. I mean picture yourself sitting beside a strange, swarthy, and seriously unattractive Belgian dude (he was anywhere from 30-60 years old but what do I know) who has now revealed to you that he "likes boys".
I then look at him and say,"That's nice. I do not." I was torn as to my course of action--get up and move away, but I was there first so it was MY territory, or refuse to be roused from my territory. I chose the later course. He did not get the reply. He continues to talk to me, trying to talk me into going to bed with him (I presume a bed, but it could have been a back alley or his car and my suddenly sodomized and lifeless body being tossed in the nearest river afterward, not even a kiss goodbye, the bastard!). Anyway, he keeps pitching "You going to Paris?" "The train is not running tonight." "I will pay you". This goes on for another fifteen minutes before he offers to "pay" me.
I never did negotiate a price. The Belgian fucker, or would be David Fucker or at least sodomizer, would not take the hint. At that point, I figure this territorial thing really is not working. I get up, grab my pack and yell, "Fuck You!" to him so that other five or so people in the station could hear. I go elsewhere and I have no idea or care where he went. I hung around and caught my train out of Belgium never to return again.
I mean I could go back as I have a potential boyfriend waiting for me. Of course, given the time that has passed, I figure he is dead, which is okay. "I like boys" how funny is that to hear, especially if you are a male and it refers to you. I should have been flattered but I could not deal with the thought of my father having to fly to Brussels to claim the body of his dead, freshly sodomized son. In fact, that thought did not occur to me then. I am just plain too stupid to see those risks as being anything but remote.
It was a funny story and you had to be there, but I really do wish you were. Ciao.
I was in Europe and it was the summer of 1986. Yes, the year that Chernobyl blew and the US bombed Libya (they showed them by planting a bomb in a PanAm flight over Scotland). It was late May. I started in Amsterdam but found my route south to be difficult because of train strikes in both Belgium and France. I was determined to get to Paris, but found myself "stranded" in Brussels, Belgium when I was able to finally arrive due to the Belgian train strike. On the Friday, I arrived on the Thursday, I found out that there was no longer a Belgian train strike so I could take the night train south to Paris that night. Great, I would go to Brugge for the day, which was cool and then came back to the mid station (there are three in Brussels, a north, south and mid). I would catch my train to Paris from the South station.
I was hanging around the mid station, trying to get rid of my Belgian Francs, as I had no intention of returning, at least anytime soon. I tried to give them to some people with mohawk hairstyles of varying colors but they would not take them. I could not figure out why. I mean what is the world coming to when punk rockers will not accept an unsolicited handout from a foreigner?
My train was not leaving until around two in the morning, so by about ten I headed to the south station and figured that I would just sit and read at the station. I got there and found a seat. I put my feet up on my backpack and pulled out my book of the moment (Prizzi's Honor, in fact I had enough time to finish it.) There was basically nobody in the station at this time. I check my watch and see that it is getting near midnight. I notice that this guy, he was a bit dishevelled and swarthy, not in a good way either, walk in and sort of scope out the scene. Of course, the scene consisted of me and maybe a few others who were not sitting alone. Anyway, the guy decides to sit down......and wouldn't you know it, with a ton of empty seats, he sits beside me.
I am thinking that I got here first and maybe if I ignore his presence he will get the hint and shove off. Boy, am I a moron! He sits in silence, which I was enjoying, for a few minutes. He then says something to me in French. In my infinite wisdom I answer back in French, "Je ne comprend pas." which means I do not understand. I hoped that would be it, but again, I was wrong. A few more minutes of silence and he says in English, "You are English?". I should have said, "No shit, Sherlock!" but meekly said "yeah".
Again, he is not getting the hint. I was here first and my body language was saying "get the fuck away from me". He continues to try to engage me in chit chat. Of course, I don't do chit chat least of all with strange Belgian men, strange Belgian women would be another story because there is the opportunity for sex there.
Anyway, he is either persistent or just not getting the hint. Then he said those three words I least wanted to hear "I LIKE BOYS!". Hello, or should I just get up and wave, saying, "Drive safely, folks, I am outta here!". At that moment, I saw the humor and wished that the whole scene was being filmed as the scene went from merely annoying to surreal, strange and funny. It was an out of body experience for me at that point. I wanted to laugh my head off at that moment. I mean picture yourself sitting beside a strange, swarthy, and seriously unattractive Belgian dude (he was anywhere from 30-60 years old but what do I know) who has now revealed to you that he "likes boys".
I then look at him and say,"That's nice. I do not." I was torn as to my course of action--get up and move away, but I was there first so it was MY territory, or refuse to be roused from my territory. I chose the later course. He did not get the reply. He continues to talk to me, trying to talk me into going to bed with him (I presume a bed, but it could have been a back alley or his car and my suddenly sodomized and lifeless body being tossed in the nearest river afterward, not even a kiss goodbye, the bastard!). Anyway, he keeps pitching "You going to Paris?" "The train is not running tonight." "I will pay you". This goes on for another fifteen minutes before he offers to "pay" me.
I never did negotiate a price. The Belgian fucker, or would be David Fucker or at least sodomizer, would not take the hint. At that point, I figure this territorial thing really is not working. I get up, grab my pack and yell, "Fuck You!" to him so that other five or so people in the station could hear. I go elsewhere and I have no idea or care where he went. I hung around and caught my train out of Belgium never to return again.
I mean I could go back as I have a potential boyfriend waiting for me. Of course, given the time that has passed, I figure he is dead, which is okay. "I like boys" how funny is that to hear, especially if you are a male and it refers to you. I should have been flattered but I could not deal with the thought of my father having to fly to Brussels to claim the body of his dead, freshly sodomized son. In fact, that thought did not occur to me then. I am just plain too stupid to see those risks as being anything but remote.
It was a funny story and you had to be there, but I really do wish you were. Ciao.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Whose problem is it?
I am back. As you can tell, I posted nothing yesterday. I just had nothing to say. Besides, I do not think I got my usual dose of caffeine, ahhhh mother's milk, for the day. I was just too sluggish in thought to actually think straight, or bent, or at all. But then something struck me at night (damn those voices) and I was again inspired.
There we were last night around nine watching the television, this may be my first mistake. I would have been content watching the Phoenix-San Antonio basketball game (I am simple in my tastes) but the wife, my wife, would get pissed with me. I would hear how selfish I am (I am and really do not care who knows that, so I am not sure how her pointing out the obvious will change my behavior, but the fact is that at that time of night or day, I just don't want to hear about things I am quite aware of and really am not bothered by, deal with it!). Anyway, I start channel surfing, which actually bothers her more than me watching sports as I seem to pick up on what is going on quicker than she, so consequently, I figure it out, get bored and want to see what else is on. I come across something on ABC that has begun with "stars", dancing and has Tom Bergeron as a host.
In panning the cast of celebrities I notice John O'Herlihy (or whatever the guy who played J. Peterman on Seinfeld's name is, he is also the voice over guy for Coor's Light Beer) and Evander Holyfield. The rest, one other guy ex-of New Kids on the Block and three females, one of which is Rachel Hunter, I have no clue who they are, though it turns out one is Trista of the Bachelorette or some such idiotic ABC "reality" type of show. They are ballroom dancing with "professional" partners and being judged by three judges and then audience votes.
The first thing that struck me was how dumb was this show and what group of dumbfucks produced and aired this poor excuse for entertainment. Then, it dawns on me, that the problem may be mine because why was I watching this. It struck me as something that was actually dumber than "That's Incredible" or any other useless freak show that ABC decides to produce and air. But it was like a train wreck and I could not look away. Actually, in watching them dance "waltzes" and "cha-chas" with added interpretitive type dance, it was funny how inept these so called stars appeared. It was really sad and moreso because I was actually watching.
I got the jist of it, so I was done but the wife wanted to see more, so I had to keep going back to it. I was actually hoping that Charo would appear, but damned if that did not happen. I have to say that I thought Bob Saget had his career made unfunny by his work with those young Olsen twins (now that they are "legal" and filthy rich, and a bit anorexic and dishevelled, they are really attractive) but I think it was the AFV gig that did him in. That is the only way to explain Tom Bergeron. The guy is just smarmy and not funny. But at least ABC keeps him working, if it is really work.
All I can say was it was over and I could go back to basketball. That was not as funny a spectacle as watching Evander Holyfied dance a modified Cha Cha, though dance is not the word. It was more like stand there and shimmy his shoulders, lick his lips and let the chick dance. It was gay in a bad way. The funniest thing I thought was the guy has his ear bit off in the ring and this is what it comes to. Evander has a lot of little Evander mouths to feed spread throughout the country. In fact, back to the basketball game in Phoenix, they interviewed Mike Tyson, the biter of Holyfield's ear, in the stands of the game. He may have lost the fight but he has an extra ear and his dignity.
Another funny thing was that Tom Bergeron asks Holyfield if dancing like that was tougher than going into the boxing ring. Holyfield says "no". Fucking Tom Bergeron! What a fucking dumb ass question. I mean until you add your dance partner trying to lay a beating on you, and punching you in the face repeatedly, then ask yourself the simple question, How the fuck is dancing tougher than climbing in the ring and boxing?!!!!
That is all for now. Again, I think it was worth my time to hear such a stupid question. Then again, I may be wrong. Ciao!
There we were last night around nine watching the television, this may be my first mistake. I would have been content watching the Phoenix-San Antonio basketball game (I am simple in my tastes) but the wife, my wife, would get pissed with me. I would hear how selfish I am (I am and really do not care who knows that, so I am not sure how her pointing out the obvious will change my behavior, but the fact is that at that time of night or day, I just don't want to hear about things I am quite aware of and really am not bothered by, deal with it!). Anyway, I start channel surfing, which actually bothers her more than me watching sports as I seem to pick up on what is going on quicker than she, so consequently, I figure it out, get bored and want to see what else is on. I come across something on ABC that has begun with "stars", dancing and has Tom Bergeron as a host.
In panning the cast of celebrities I notice John O'Herlihy (or whatever the guy who played J. Peterman on Seinfeld's name is, he is also the voice over guy for Coor's Light Beer) and Evander Holyfield. The rest, one other guy ex-of New Kids on the Block and three females, one of which is Rachel Hunter, I have no clue who they are, though it turns out one is Trista of the Bachelorette or some such idiotic ABC "reality" type of show. They are ballroom dancing with "professional" partners and being judged by three judges and then audience votes.
The first thing that struck me was how dumb was this show and what group of dumbfucks produced and aired this poor excuse for entertainment. Then, it dawns on me, that the problem may be mine because why was I watching this. It struck me as something that was actually dumber than "That's Incredible" or any other useless freak show that ABC decides to produce and air. But it was like a train wreck and I could not look away. Actually, in watching them dance "waltzes" and "cha-chas" with added interpretitive type dance, it was funny how inept these so called stars appeared. It was really sad and moreso because I was actually watching.
I got the jist of it, so I was done but the wife wanted to see more, so I had to keep going back to it. I was actually hoping that Charo would appear, but damned if that did not happen. I have to say that I thought Bob Saget had his career made unfunny by his work with those young Olsen twins (now that they are "legal" and filthy rich, and a bit anorexic and dishevelled, they are really attractive) but I think it was the AFV gig that did him in. That is the only way to explain Tom Bergeron. The guy is just smarmy and not funny. But at least ABC keeps him working, if it is really work.
All I can say was it was over and I could go back to basketball. That was not as funny a spectacle as watching Evander Holyfied dance a modified Cha Cha, though dance is not the word. It was more like stand there and shimmy his shoulders, lick his lips and let the chick dance. It was gay in a bad way. The funniest thing I thought was the guy has his ear bit off in the ring and this is what it comes to. Evander has a lot of little Evander mouths to feed spread throughout the country. In fact, back to the basketball game in Phoenix, they interviewed Mike Tyson, the biter of Holyfield's ear, in the stands of the game. He may have lost the fight but he has an extra ear and his dignity.
Another funny thing was that Tom Bergeron asks Holyfield if dancing like that was tougher than going into the boxing ring. Holyfield says "no". Fucking Tom Bergeron! What a fucking dumb ass question. I mean until you add your dance partner trying to lay a beating on you, and punching you in the face repeatedly, then ask yourself the simple question, How the fuck is dancing tougher than climbing in the ring and boxing?!!!!
That is all for now. Again, I think it was worth my time to hear such a stupid question. Then again, I may be wrong. Ciao!
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