Are you Beta yet, folks? Not me. I'm a devil, I'm waiting longer. I've heard it's improved some, but that's like saying it stinks a little less. More, more cleaning is needed! When the complaints reach a certain low level, I'll know when it's time. I hope.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
He was a creep in a wet limousine, judging all the wankers and the hankers on the street. Some stood at the corners, others occupied the boulevard. Every one was better than: something or other. Which brought them at last to somebody's hurried, worried heart attack. It was a banker spanker's holiday, if nothing else!
How are you, then? Lost in the attic? Wasted in the basement? Turned loose in the alley? Are you licensed to do these things?
Monday, August 28, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
I feel this time like something not too stealthy, very thin and weak, creeping like a dog past Golgotha or some other infamous terrain where nobody wants to go or end.
A number of people on the Interspecies Internet choose to be cryptic, but since I'm one of them, I can't bitch about it. Of course, I'm not (usually) cryptic to me, so I guess that's how these others see themselves. I wonder if that's so? Can any of the wild animals communicate well enough to register their view? We lose a lot when we can't speak Dog, Cat, or Parakeet. Of course, I wouldn't even want to hear your turtle; that would be bound to take forever!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Don't touch me. Don't stick your wet finger in an electric socket. Things could go wrong. I think they already have. I think I'll be getting to sleep now...
Saturday, August 19, 2006
There' s just not enough smut in the world. And toopthpaste, not enough toothpaste. And harlots, we're running low on harlots. We need them to use up all the toothpaste. Other than that, could anybody ask for more? I THINK not!!! Unless you want to kill me just before or just after--that would be asking for too much, but who knows, you might pull it off. God moves in mysterious ways when choosing enemies. For that matter, so I do. I just don't have the same long reach.
"What if this is as good as it gets?"
This is it, but I'll hold off as long as I can. This may feel something like War, but it's not the other side that is vexing us; it's our own damn side wanting to give us dangerous vaccinations and explosives that go off in our pockets.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Blogger is going to give me a shit fit, I think, with their new improved Blogger Beta. I wonder if all the trouble with regular Blogger will clear up now or just be explained by this Beta version? It's a thing that computer programmers never take into account; the last thing that computer users want is stuff THAT DOESN'T WORK! And that's what beta means in its modern incarnation; stuff that doesn't work yet. I'm going to decline signing up for anything until some others go first. I don't want to be a guinea pig. I don't want to find that signing in is also signing out of something else. I don't give a shit how much right they have to say, "Oh, didn't you understand that?"
And I don't want to be standing there hollering, "No, dammit, you didn't explain that!"
"So sorry," they'll say.
Well, it could be your business if you meant to help me with the Most Beautiful Bloggers Boinked contest this year. Hmm...?
Monday, August 14, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
I don’t know it, but I suspect my sidebar has become too long for new visitors to pay much attention to it. Maybe old visitors don’t pay it much mind, either. But that’s what I assume, that familiar visitors know whether after reading the newest post they have any use for the 10 “Most Recent Posts” or for the color bars or for the “Categories List” or for “The Pretty Good Ones”. It’s hard to imagine that anyone is interested in all my “stuff”, and certainly not if they’re new to my blog. Like many blogs I’ve seen, mine demands a good deal of attention on your part to see it all and you might be tempted to blur your eyes and shake your head when you encounter my sidebar. I won’t say it’s not colorful, nor that it’s not full of Yippity-yap. Guilty on both counts. I’ve got everything but blinking lights! But I think I have some of those on Southern Exposure!
I used to try every HTML trick I could find. Now I’m a slouch. One reason I’ll never become a Real expert about blogger questions is that I don’t care for some of the topics and thus don’t much want to know how they work. It’s a terrible fault, but that’s the way it goes. My Help blog will never be complete. But hopefully it’ll still do a lot for the new bloggers.
One thing I didn’t figure out or even notice until lately: The 10 Most Recent Posts does keep working itself backwards if I select one of the 10. Not only is the post I select to read on a different page, but that new page's sidebar lists the NEXT set of 10. I never did really use this feature, but I guess I may like it and keep it!
Friday, August 11, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
And The Girl With The Cunt
Something nasty, eh? Something obscene and nasty. Nope, I can't think of anything right off. We could talk about titties. But that's not obscene! Titties are Great! Almost without qualification. Let's see if I can think of anything else.
I remember years ago when I was first a street vendor in Austin. The other vendors were people I only knew slightly most of the time, though some were friends with whom I socialized. One young man named Benny sold jewelry out there; though he had long hair, I never thought of him as anything but a student or weekend hippie. He was just a young fool with hair and not exactly "enlightened" as I liked to think of the hippies.
Every once in a while, the street would be visited by a steeper grade of hippie--boys or girls who were living "deep in the woods" or in communes where the kids voted on everything and where people tried to "liberate themselves" from cigarettes or meat or alcohol or TV. One not very crowded day, a young hippie woman came along in somewhat drab clothes and wearing a loose skirt that rose up when she sat down on the sidewalk. She evidently liked the breeze, so she just sat there without concern for her exposed snatch. Benny couldn't stand it. He claimed that if she were beautiful, it might have been allright, but she wasn't attractive to him! So the view of her was just awful, according to Benny! I thought he was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen and she was nowhere close! I wanted to step on him like he was a bug, but then I realized he WAS a bug and there was great hope that somebody else would get him. I wonder if they ever did or if he's still poisoning the planet he's on?
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I assigned very few categories for TRS, so that you can bring up a page or two of Poems or Old-Poems or Fiction or Nostalgia, and wend your own way through the category. I don’t know if I’ll make very many more categories. At any rate, these were the important ones. If you see them lurking in the sidebar, that’s what they are. They aren’t hanging around to mug you and take your wallet, but just to take you to a place where you might have to pay a little attention. That’s fun, sometimes. If you’ve been reading my blog for a long time, you can ignore it all. If you only like my blog when I’m obscene and disrespectful, you can tap your feet and wait. I’m bound to come up with something.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
I cannot bring my father to life in writing,
Though I know some who have,
A mesmerizing sort of word dance
And I might invest similar motions with such dance
If only I could forget enough to remember it right.
I recently said to someone
Who was complaining of his father’s complaints,
“Why, my father was always fair with me,
he was always fair with everyone.”
I didn’t know that until the moment I said it.
But damn, it’s so true.
I should have my ass kicked for a lot of things,
I guess, but it’s too late to do me much good
Since my father’s been dead for 15 years
And everything I know about what he knew
Is just with me and in me and always better than me
And I must always remember it like that
If I'm to be any good at all.
1st draft: 08/03/06
©2006 Ronald C. Southern
Can't remember who said that, if anyone. Bernard Shaw? The Bible? What the hell do I care? It's true enough. And some of us need to take it to heart these days. I don't have anything against candy; that was just the nearest road to hell I could find.