Like Stoned, Man!

Somebody sing some Janis Joplin song for me now, It won't take long, And we can spend all night getting laid on some odd premise Of getting High or getting Low, whichever pretence you prefer.

Overheard in a Cowboy Bar

Another One Bites The Dust
Things were quiet. There was only one customer in the bar so early in the afternoon--he already looked a little hungover. "Did you hear the news that Michael Jackson died?" the bartender asked. "What took him so long?" replied the customer. The bartender shrugged. Just then the door opened and another customer came in with a brief blast of sunlight and warmth.

Iranian Clerics: War With God?

When power or authority turns you into a brute, that does not speak very well for you or your claim of religion. No matter what you say about God being "on your side", one day He may give you what you deserve. I can't believe that even you will be surprised by it. As far as I can tell in World History, all organized religions have thought and acted as if they should kill all Unbelievers (in short, everybody else!). What will we do if it turns out that the real God comes from Pluto and doesn't like any of us? I guess then it won't matter who the hell we killed...

Years Ago

I remember years ago when my friend J. advised me how much better (or easier) things would get if I could get online, at least for email. My friend's thinking was based on how few people had time any more for writing traditional letters. Email was going to relieve us all, was the thinking, of feeling compelled to write long or seriously or well. We could just dump it out there in short messy messages, a little at a time, every passing day! I guess that's what we did. But now how often do you even get emails? Blogs came along and sucked away the time and energy for some email writers. And now Twitter and all the cell phones are reducing us to smaller and smaller sound bytes! We will soon be reduced to cavemen, capable of only grunts and groans at electronic speed. And then what will all this technology and blabber have been for?

More Pandora, Cora!

I've mentioned Pandora Internet Radio a few times before. Over time I've added more and more "stations". It surprised me the other day to find that I could select classical music there because the last time I inquired, they had some po-boy excuse for not having any. To make it short, now they do! Look out, Mozart, here I come! Additional "stations" not shown in the screenshot include: Fairport Convention Frank Zappa Janis Joplin Joni Mitchell Julie London Leonard Cohen Miles Davis Nancy Wilson Paul Simon Ray Charles Rock n Roll Tim Buckley Remember that each name represents a range of music, not just music by a single artist. The other time I showed my stations was at this old post.

Another Old Poem

Young poets, Beware of ending up An old man who snarls, "I've got poems older than you!"

I HATE IGOOGLE!

Everybody Wants to be Your Everything

I was using the Google search page for my home page, but suddenly all those distant rumors of "igoogle" I'd been hearing came home to roost. I hadn't known what people were babbling about, but since I didn't seem to need to know, I just didn't think about it. Suddenly my home page was "igoogle" with it's passel of add-ons and add-ins and it's "fill up the page" peeks into the goddamn fucking Universe that I didn't ask for! I know what it is. It's the goddamn CNN school of HOW MUCH CAN I FUCK WITH YOU? where they pile on more and more explanatory text until you can't even see what is transpiring on the fucking TV screen! CNN never made any sense to me with their goddamn Font Machine and I'd like to burn them at the stake. Now I'd like to use all versions of igoogle as the firewood! I did finally figure out how to push my Home page back to the Google search page ONLY, but I'm not sure how long that'll last. It may be an uphill struggle to keep it like that if igoogle thinks so much of itself. I may keep using it for some time to come, but if I find anything I only like AS WELL, I'll leave them--though I can only pray or dream that it would ever harm them. I guess that Google has become what Microsoft has long been--which is to say, so goddamn Huge that they are Hugely egotistical and equally detestable. Guess I better start looking around for another Home.

Beautiful Diana

Here's a poem that means a lot to me, so that makes it "good". Yet it's also bad. I can't explain. Click Beautiful Diana for a fairly long but conversational sort of read. I reread it a little while ago and once again realize how much I like it.

After The Viruses

An Update

Since I let the computer system do a "PC Recovery" the other day, I have spent endless days setting things back to rights. I haven't had time to see if ALL the folders and files are all right, although they do all seem to still be present. System files and all the "shortcuts" were replaced, by something in the first case and by Nothing in the second case. I guess everything was set back to the default and I'd forgotten entirely that some of these damn settings even existed! The computer went from Dead to Alive, so I guess I won't complain too much just yet about how far from normal it is. There's a growing list of things in the back of my mind that I'm wondering "Does That still work and does This still work? And so on. I'm not very fast. I guess it's like when you move from one house to another. Even when you know everything SHOULD be there somewhere in all those boxes you packed, you don't believe it until you see it. Shitfire! p.s. After the computer's return to life, AVG and Trend Micro both at first found more viruses, Trojans, etc., but two days after the Horrible Event, the only further things found have been "tracking cookies", which is at least a lower level of panic than 40 listings of "Infection"!

But Do I Care?

Try Me!
Young poets, beware Of ending up A snarky old man who sez, "You twit— I've got poems older than you!"