Crooks Are Everywhere

Selling Shit for Peanut Butter

All businesses and service companies operate like that. I think they are now all run by the mafia--the New Mafia, the one that's not any kind of ethnic, just capitalist pigs who took it to the next level. They do slouchy work, leave dead bodies behind, and try to charge you 4 times for work done badly or not at all. They are in the exclusive business of ripping us off--no products, no service, just Theft Inc. At one time, this country was worth pissing on if it was on fire, but... Things have changed. And the FBI can't save us from that. Maybe we should just let California burn to the ground. If they survive the fires, they'll just need that much more bailout money, won't they?

Late At Night

Sometimes late at night it occurs to me That I don't have any cigarettes And how will I Ever get through the night Till I recall that it's been 10 years since I've smoked at all... So where does that demeaning thought come from? I guess it explains a little why it's so easy To be an addict of any kind!

WYSIWYG, or The Practice Blog

Extra Work, But So What?

Do you ever get sick and tired of "being surprised" when you finally publish your post and find out that it "looks wrong"? People complain at various times of how the "Previews" in Blogger are more approximate than exact--in short, no WYSIWYG! This post will give you instructions to create a "practice blog" where you don't have to share your first Publish with the public. If you're tired of your email notifications going out to your subscribers before your post is in it's final or polished version, you might be interested in making a practice blog.

Emphasis

David Brinkley: "The one function TV news performs very well is that when there is no news we give it to you with the same emphasis as if there were."

What's Wrong With Wrabbits?

Here Comes Silly Bunny Tale!

What's wrong with just being a rabbit? Do they actually fornicate more than rats? I think not. Maybe they do it faster, though. Rapid rabbits? But that sounds like a bad thing; good things should LAST a while! Still, the bad thing about being a natural-born rabbit is not that someone always wants to fuck you, but that someone always wants to eat you! Of course, sometimes they just want to shoot you; ask any paranoid bunny from Texas or Australia! Makes 'em crazy as a rabid rabbit!

A Blogger Dies

Notes about Maya's Granny

I hadn't read the posts at this blog for a couple of years, I guess, but I was reminded of it by the "intelligent blog" post I just made and so I clicked that label to see where else I'd bestowed that debatable honor. Mostly, I remembered them all and have seen those blogs lately, but I was horrified to find that this lady had died and her daughter had finished it up with a final post that was very touching. I'd never gotten close to that lady, but I had admired her writing and her stories about her life. I can't claim to have been a friend, only an admirer. I don't recall if I commented on her blog or not, though it is my habit to do so--therefore, it is likely. Nonetheless, that memory is gone, has escaped me. Still, it seemed very sad to hear of her death and to learn that she was younger than I'd thought. Not that her age should matter, though it makes me feel like I wasn't really paying attention to the details back when I did read her blog on a frequent basis. I'm sorry, but it's really too late for that. What I recommended back then was this very nice post by Maya's Granny.

Intelligent Post: Pretty Pink Garbage

No Painting this time!
How can Pink be biodegradeable, I wonder? See this post from THE NIGHT SHIFT and find out. Follow her link and see the short video.

THE BIG ONE

What, a new one?! It's a BIG ONE, too!

Beatles: Love Song of Youth or Song of Old Age?

The lyrics to this Beatles song never struck me as anything other than a fun love song when it was new and I was young, but now I can hardly hear it without being reminded of my stroke or my age. Bitter pill. HELP! Help, I need somebody, Help, not just anybody, Help, you know I need someone, help. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me? And now my life has changed in oh so many ways, My independence seems to vanish in the haze. But every now and then I feel so insecure, I know that I just need you like I've never done before. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me. When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way. But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured, Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors. Help me if you can, I'm feeling down And I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Email Icon

After all this time of wondering about my "missing" email icon (envelope), now that I have it on each post, I see that it's pretty worthless. Oh yes, it sends a goddamn link for that post to one person at a time, but that's all. I already knew how to do that. I guess I'm missing the point that the icon is for my readers to use to send an email to a third party, but only the very newest of bloggers would not already know how to do that. And the icon does not make it any faster, at least not to anyone like me who keeps multiple windows open (my gmail is always in another window when my blogs are open). And there is no option to send the full post or a partial post--it ONLY sends the link! I don't find that very attractive, but I guess some of my readers may like it. How would I ever know? I think it's just one more toy to be added to an absolutely unnecessary arsenal of toys!