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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

TMI Tuesday: November 20, 2018



Spill! It’s time for another TMI Tuesday.
1. Who in your life do you wish you’d met sooner?

Funny. I always seem to meet people at the right time.

2. Who in your life do you wish you’d never met? Why?

But I had to meet them all. No bout adoubt it. Otherwise there would be even more holes in me and the universe. Good holes. Bad holes. Ugly holes. So I did my duty and met every single good, bad, and ugly hole that I was meant to and did my best to fill them. With good stuff. Bad stuff. Ugly stuff. On a case by case basis as the situation called for and as the law allowed.

3. What personality trait or description that others attribute to you do you hate?

Oppositional defiance and echolalia. 
Oppositional defiance and echolalia. 
Oppositional defiance and echolalia. 
Oppositional defiance and echolalia. 
Oppositional defiance and echolalia. 

4. If you have children, do you want them to be just like you?

Nope. I want them to be just like them.

5. What have you given up but yet used to love?

Playing Guitfiddle. It gave me blisters on my fingers.
Bonus: Why do people say “heads up” when you should duck?

Since it is a well known fact that what you don't see coming is what usually gets you, best to see that truck that is about to hit you. Besides, when I hear duck I think some one is starting my favorite game, duck duck goose. We all know where that can lead to.
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Friday, May 25, 2018

Binaries


Either

You are dead

Or 

You are not dead

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Brings to mind one of my favorite Oscar Wilde quotes: 

"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go." 




Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Life At The Sentient Bean - The Eternal Work In Progress

Where are you Fang Fang Wu?


 She was a driver for Golden Labrador Retrieval Waste and Recycle , and was thumping a dumpster into the hopper, humming Bang a Gong in the key of “O”, when she turned around and saw me smoking a cigarette at the back door of the “Sentient Bean”

She whistled through the gap in her front teeth and exclaimed in the unforgivable voice of hers,

 “Well slap my ass and call me Sally “

  1. Police
  2. Casino
  3. Sally
  4. Bannister
  5. Mediatrix
  6. Braking Ugly
  7. Suite Fang Fang Wu
  8. Night of the Living Drunks
  9. Fish on the Brain
  10. Randy
  11. Gaping Maw

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

A Durable Men

Just got a spam e-mail stating they were looking for a durable men. Hmmmm...

Durable,doable,disposable.

D's are the times we live in.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Is salt really so bad for you? - Salon.com

Is salt really so bad for you? - Salon.com:

But buying that low sodium stuff increases someones profits and makes us feel all good and proactive and like we are doing something instead of being out of control and helpless. Now cue the next batch of research so I will know what to be  a'scared of now so dumb money can continue it's natural flow to smart money.

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Processed Meat Linked to Early Death - The Daily Beast

Processed Meat Linked to Early Death - The Daily Beast:

Many things are just the luck of the draw. Genes, wealth, right place right time, and wrong place wrong time.  But who could make money telling you how to live and what you are doing wrong if we all subscribed to that. At best we can just improve our odds if we are lucky enough to follow the right advice for us at the right time for us. Still a crap shoot though.

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Monday, January 9, 2012

Heidi Klum's Massively Flared Jeans (PHOTO, POLL)

Heidi Klum's Massively Flared Jeans (PHOTO, POLL):

From the baseless rumor and innuendo desk: Heidi is merely hiding her now hideously swollen calves after a freak plastic surgery misadventu­re.
The misinforma­tion always starts with me.

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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Pink Mist

The fact of the matter is children and Planets are not owned. We just become voluntary care takers for each other and those that have been placed in our sphere of influence. Often I found myself woefully lacking. But push on all parties did to try to keep open lines of communications. But storms in Indiana often bring down power and communication lines. Bring them down it did. Slowly at first. One could say the Planet's and my infrastructure would be deemed structurally deficient.

Unfortunately at this time no such inspection had taken place.

But it would.

Then there was the SS line and it’s daily reminder.There was a palpable quiver up my spine upon my first of many daily arrivals from Hoosiervillie. What I saw on the first commute on the first morning of what would become a sixteen year ordeal should have been warning enough. The manifestation in the world of the harbinger of bad things from a dream ten years previous should have been heeded.

I dreamt in October of nineteen eighty, before the world had been subjected to Ronny and the Rayguns that I was boarding a train. The platform was high up on a huge wood framed trestle. Up and up I climbed until I boarded the train. It took off like a roller coaster giving all aboard the ride of their lives. On an on it went tossing us like clothes in a dryer. Then it stopped in a huge high grass prairie. The train to return home was on the other side of this grassland. As I walked towards my train home my feet got heavier and heavier. Then my legs felt like they were in cement. I could no longer pull my legs through the high grass. I was stuck and would never get my train home. There is no going home.

So on this first morning of the first commute when I pulled in to the station I saw where that dream train ride had begun. I felt I was in another world. How true it was . It was the Planets world now. I had changed many things already. There was much more to come.

But on this morning as my train arrived in Chicago and I came face to memory with the scene of that ten year old October dream which became my October nightmare all rolled into October 17, nineteen hundred and eighty. The day of the pink mist.

As I worked through another day of pain I counted all the good things that had happened to me in the decade since. Although there stood a reminder of a prescient dream, I counted my blessings on that December nineteen hundred and ninety morning. Things in my world couldn't have turned out better.

  Or so I thought

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