Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
|Watch Out For Devil Posts!|
Oops! That last was 1,666th post. If the number was in any way unlucky or demonic, I guess it's over--as soon as I can publish this one, the number will be at 1,667.
I think I buy shirts now the way that I always understood how women go shopping. It never made all that much sense to me how women might derive pleasure from shopping or from buying things, but now I'm certain that I'm doing it, too--I buy some things, new shirts in particular, in just that way! I do it to cheer myself up. Not much, but some. So now I own more short sleeve shirts that I used to own shirts of all kinds before I lost so much weight. For that matter, I own more long-sleeve shirts than I used to own shirts of all kinds!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
[I like the line about the faucet--it sings well!]
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I never used to think it was all that cold in Austin, Texas, but one night 30 years ago I found out different. We all sold arts and crafts and other crap in the Guadalupe Street market (aka The Drag) near the University of Texas throughout the year, but the Christmas season started getting popular and uncomfortable when competition forced us to "stay all night", sleeping or awake, in order to keep our "blanket spots" for the next day from being usurped by other anxious Johnny-come-lately hippies or eye-on-the-prize capitalists. For the first few nights, the cold seemed gradual, sort of got us used to it, but one night was far worse. (It reminded me of a night as a hitch-hiker when I spent time in a sleeping bag, only partially asleep in a field. In the middle of the night I realized there was a train track not too far away from me--God, was it loud! In the coldest hours of the morning, I shivered fully-dressed and even inside a sleeping bag!)
Put the dimmer on the light switch,
Monday, July 21, 2008
Woman is the Nigger of the World
Now could I have gotten away with saying that? The only reason John Lennon got away with it in 1972 was that Yoko said it first. Some black people, like Dick Gregory or Ron Dellums, felt OK with it. If I knew any black people, I might ask them about it. But it's actually all past. If we talk about it at all, it won't be because anyone plays this angry yet regretful song any more. Anyway, I am culturally and racially deprived. I don't know any blacks or niggers! And at this late date, it'll probably stay that way. I used to have a very good black friend in Austin thirty years ago and at least knew a few other blacks. None of them were inhuman or subhuman or superhuman, as far as I could tell. These days, everything has changed. Everyone I know is white, and I'm lucky if I have full knowledge of the bottoms of my feet! (What if I step on a pin or a staple?!)
I'm so cool.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I think, or feel, that I should have more blogs listed, both in my "Intelligent Blogs" and in my list called "Incidental Infatuations". At the very least, I could rope some nearly strangers into the second group, couldn't I? With a name like that, it seems to inform the blog owners that we are not married, not even engaged.I don't know how I'm going to arrive at that little accomplishment since I've been so hostile, antagonistic, disdainful, and disagreeable to other bloggers lately, I think I've even lost a few, but that's nothing to brag about. I don't have to be nice to just decide to link to somebody, but I have to calm down a little even to do that small act. I have to try to not be a maniac.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I suppose that some of you already noticed I put a larger photo in my profile (Lies About Me) section lately. It's not new, just new in that location. It's a little shocking to me, but now nobody has to strain their eyes. Just look in the sidebar and don't act startledI hate it when you do that!
|Sorry if I keep bouncing back to this topic!|
The oddest part of the stroke seemed to be that I have no notion of it, no memory. I don't remember waking up in bed or rising from bed or falling down (from wherever I fell), I only remember becoming conscious on the bedroom rug that morning and wondering why I couldn't get up or even sit up. I could flail a bit, so I got hold of my cane and smacked everything that might make noise. It took a long time to make enough noise to be heard! Days later I saw that I had scabs on my right elbow and right leg that were thicker than I'd ever had before! No idea if those occurred while I was falling or while I was flailing. When I was finally heard making noise, everything went from bad to worse. If I'd had any will-power at the time, I might have argued about it, but the ambulance was sent for.
Friday, July 18, 2008
|And Arthritis And Spasms|
I can't stop posting! And I can't stop my leg! And I can't feel my feet! I'm getting old and frail with every breath! God fucking damn it! I don't care what you say, it stinks, it sucks shit through a straw, it's the enemy of all mankind! It'll get you, too--you and your little dog, Dodo! (Insert witchy laugh here and pretend I just flew away on my broom.)
There is nothing here,
I am always creating new "radio stations" on my Internet radio, "Pandora". When I recently created a Frank Zappa radio station, I was having good fun from beginning to end, but after a while I was surprised to find Pandora playing some songs by The Fugs. Although I'd forgotten them for many years, I do recall that I discovered them in high school, about 1966, maybe six months or so before I heard of Zappa or the Mothers of Invention.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Sporadic prize given for any blogger who has survived Blogging While Wrestling With One's Self!" (Try saying that with marbles in your mouth.)
Stink me, stank me,
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
|So What's the answers?|
It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers asking you the questions. Or is it the other way round? It is, for me!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
My friend ZANDRIA wrote a good post about her sense of not feeling like an adult until lately as she arrived in her later twenties. It was probably more thought provoking to young women than to me--nonetheless, I thought about it some and in my usual snotty way had these thoughts below:
Sunday, July 13, 2008
|Why the fuck not?|
Apparently, back in February of this year, Jane Fonda inadvertently said "Cunt" while being engaged by The View's bunch of idiots in a discussion of the "Vagina Monologues". Seems like a logical slip to me if you're going to talk about vaginas! The View (what's her name, Meredith Vagina?) prudishly came back from commercial break and apologized FOR Fonda (how'd they do that?) and for their own little pig selves that allowed it--America's virgin housewife ears had been sullied. I guess most of them still can't say "Vagina", so Fonda is obviously guilty of having tried to blow up the world. I hope she succeeds. Better that than having to be on The View repeatedly!
I started on the Internet by teaching myself about html. I must have done about a million Google searches for various terms because I didn't know any sites at that time that could teach me or that would even introduce me to the proper terms. It's hell to guess one's way toward html when you don't know the jargon! So eventually I could do a website that got better and better. Still, that beat me up badly.
By the time I discovered blogs, I was so Proud of the website that I didn't think at first that the blog would amount to much. It was just a lark. Like other Newbies, I wondered how in the world I could write for it daily or even just regularly! Now I have 18 blogs, only 4 of them out in public view! Turns out that blogs were WAY more fun than the website and later I got so involved that I turned into a semi-expert about Blogger, so that one of my blogs, "Most Frequent Blogger Questions", consists of posts aimed at Newbies or at people who want to try something new and like to hear it from someone who remembers when it was hard to do! So of course I usually limit my advice to things that I've actually done myself. Every so often I give answers about things that I've only read about, but I try to make it clear that it's second-hand information
I no longer even maintain the website that I started with! I almost don't recall the name of the website! The Silver Bunny? Lonely Baloney? Uh, I'll think of it in a minute. Oh, yeah, it was "Southern Exposure" and it was presented in a sort of magazine format! Anyway, as Grateful Dead might say, What a long strange trip it's been! (And I ain't won no prizes yet!)
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Praise be to God (and me) that you don't have to listen to any goddamn music on this blog unless you actively click some button to see a music video. You're welcome! I hate stumbling across those sites that just shit in your ear with whatever their favorite crap may be--whether it's rock, Snotra, or classical gas! It's all good sometimes, mind you, but not when it's inflicted without warning! To those bloggers who always run their own Elevator Music (they probably think of it as the Soundtrack of their lives), I just want to say, "Fuck you very much!"
Friday, July 11, 2008
I listen to a lot of videos on the Internet. You'll note I say listen when I should say watch. I find more of them satisfactory to my ear than to my eye. I like to watch the videos of artists actually performing, I care nothing for all the clever devils who have concocted clever montages of Jimi Hendrix or Frank Zappa or Janis Joplin. I want to see the goddamn musical performance, not some piss ant video that's been tacked on after the musicians were dead! But at times I am willing to watch a little of even the worst musical performances (bad audio, usually).
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I wish to God somebody would wake me up! I'm getting sleepy in front of the TV, in front of this monitor, in front of the minor children--I'm out of control! I sleep really well in bed, too, but that's as it should be. Ain't nobody coming by to save me, though, and I can't wake up enough to let some scoundrel in, anyway! Someone will have to save me while I sleep!
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
|And The Me Blog|
This makes 1,643 Posts! Isn't that weird? Anyway, it is to me. I remember when I didn't know if I'd write a second post. Boy, was I confused!
Monday, July 07, 2008
|More Dull Mechanics |
About How I Do Things
Or How Things Do Me
I had a thank-you note arrive a couple of days ago marked as being from a reader of MFBQ, the blog where I dispense addled advice and prerecorded messages. It wasn't the usual request for help, but a thanks from someone who'd already helped himself by reading some posts at "Most Frequent Blogger Questions". That was cool with me! I'm always glad to hear that the work has already been done for me! It's often enough that I can't offer any help at all to people whose blog is misbehavingI can't always guess or make a good diagnosis of their perverted blogs from this distance.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
I used to wear my hair long; I guess it was a defiance of some sort. Youth likes to disobey, to rebel, to stray from home, to refuse conformity, to avoid compliance. I avoided every variety of compliance I knew of for a few decades, breaking minor laws, offending mores, breaking some (not all) commandments. So what? If I'd done all that without letting my hair grow long and without wearing all those hippie beads, I would have been a great deal less conspicuous, but I'd have been the same kind of troubleI knew some people like that, who never could quite land in a place where they truly belonged or where "bad names" they might be called ever stuck to them. They drank or smoked or doped while many of the people in their life never never of it! I don't mean that they were necessarily uncomfortable anywhere, but just that they fit in with so many groups that their persona always seemed a little indefinite in either one. Of course, all this ignores all the straight kids who didn't have time to fuck with shit like that because they were busy with cool things like school and frat parties and keg parties and piano practice and pantie raids. At events like Eeyore's Birthday Party in Estes Park, all the people in Austin or elsewhere seemed to merge momentarily into a bunch of goofs and gooses just having a good time, but those times didn't last long. I don't think George Bush was there, but it's not impossible. Before that time and after that, I never felt like I belonged in any group, and looking back, I agree that was mostly correct. I looked like I belonged, but I couldn't join the new and I couldn't cling to the old.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
A few Texas fire-starters finally got their fireworks out last night. It was quite fun for me while I thought maybe they'd all died, but alas that was not true! They blew up everything they could, then set fires where it was possible. Problematically, it's not usually adolescents who do all this, but "adult" males who still like to "bust bottles" and shoot off their own toes. There is no salvation and no reprieve to be had, possibly not for hundreds of years. We still like to play with fire and firepower and would kill our own grandmothers to protect and preserve our right to do so! It's lame, but "it's" us.
Friday, July 04, 2008
No real email today, but three spam messages filtered through, only one of which looked "innocent" enough that I mistook it for an MFBQ reader email and opened it. That chaps my ass. I like to just delete them without prejudice if they have that "spammy" look to them. I have to give it to Gmail, they do filter hundreds of such messages and only a few ever make it to me. There must be some incredibly stupid or bored people in the world who keep opening spam. As just noted, it's a rare thing for me to do EVER! Fooled again, though.