Month: April 2013

  • which, witch, ‘wich?

    I was waiting for my doctor’s appointment reading magazines.  I just had another mega round of food porn cross my facebook world and here it is time to set up again for another month of fine starman living.

    world and local news has seen one person get punched to death at a local club and another shot at a pot rally….locals but farther away  celebrations of the best of life are bombed and or apparently some moron sent up a fertilizer factory….national level, and I’m not too sure on international news but yet another bigot has came out of secret enclaves of clubs to publically say yet again gay people are a blight…um, there is a blight and that’s rampant bigotry.

    all of my readings show that the most successful organizations protecting and offering opportunity…the union…have shown the power initially of exclusionary behavior…. I mean overall the best union gains in the 1900′s were to miners who kept wage pace the closest with the rise in economy then through ww1  and transportation which can include railroads and bus drivers second….  what was lost?  1898 which is pretty darn close to 1900, Kentucky’s state crop was? hemp. why was it made illegal?

    http://www.atlantic-cable.com/Article/WireRope/Sayenga/wirerope4.htm

    consider that it wasn’t made illegal initially it simply was outmoded from a superior then cheaper product. then in a climate of bigotry which produced real paying results! it was made illegal as peopl moved to make their positions further protcted.  make an ecological case for hemp when it’s one less job someone’s getting or harder work that than of  a factory?  hmn, I think the climate of the times would offur one a case only to choose between which rope hung ya.

    attitudes are thus tricky things, competition is tight :D lol even for my weekends only pluse the week or two near a holiday I had 22 other people apply after a non-traditional advertising.   but it was interesting that the place holds forth for me an interesting freebie.  there is playdough hour :D   shhhh but lean in real close for a nifty secret… playdough is largely flour lol… but :D it’s far cheaper to play with than buyin polymer clay and yet still useful to demonstrate techniques need to move gough/clay  in  clay’s process so :D I get a shot ar free clay like hour :D with flour. ;0  what on on is this about?  wwell there is no reason I can make things for a few pennies.  so I didn’t switch back to the old ways… but heh I am not out of shots to have some fun and make pennies.

    but it occurs to me I promised you a which, witch and ‘wich. so 

    which will it be i don’t know how to make a few more dollors appear but it seems I can take advantage of other’s means too.

    the doctor was a day of readign about sandwiches like fast pickled onions slaws and tasty things… it just is no longer a simple slab of meat out there all the time now there is artistry.  I made two steaks of the round steak kind I pounded the devil I could with a ceramic coffee cup and fried the.  first a pepper and  fennel steak… then  a just pepper steak.   the second steak was topped with a pan gravy… this apparently was tasty but nothing worth writing home about so  my next attempt was?  still pound the thing but garlic medly with salt and fried up for steak sandwich…or ‘wicj.

    obviously I looked up a lot of thises or thats on people mainly gal’s stories versus the facts and you know what  it’s nice to be bewitched..I was curious that hannabarberra did the opening sequence of that show with elizabeth montgomery pick your darren dick york and or dick sargent.  and thus i suppose it’s nice to have a case of which, witch  ‘wich going on.

    I’m surprised it’s 2013 and a steak sandwich is sill inexpensive enough and a treat, why didn’t I do them up before?  I have a propane tank exchange and I’m fairly gungho about yogurt chicken too…which curry for this?  oh don’t worry I’ll find somethng… but curious? I’ve a color Q  which color.. shall I go tikka massala or witchdoctor in the wild jungle green?      well enough of this here.

  • sneeky girl bashing

    What follows is a simple epiphany set that upends some very eronious teahcings I’ve heard all my life.  the story has in it a rare girl main character and is about the subject work and fairness.   we’re going to have you reread it in case you forget it.. and discuss why it’s not a surprise a girl is the star because it covers in reality laziness but heheheheh who? responsibility…who?  nagging atop of failing to correctly ask after what she wants, andjudginging, andthe most evil thing of all lack of hospitality.   many incorrectly use this tale to reinforce good manners in their children when all along it really is a tale toremind host and hostess alike of godliness.    without further ado,

    the little red hen

    Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who lived on a farm . She was friends with a lazy dog , a sleepy cat , and a noisy yellow duck .


    One day the little red hen found some seeds on the ground. The little red hen had an idea. She would plant the seeds .

    The little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me plant the seeds ?”

    “Not I,” barked the lazy dog .
    “Not I,” purred the sleepy cat .
    “Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck .

    “Then I will,” said the little red hen . So the little red hen planted the seeds all by herself.


    When the seeds had grown, the little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me cut the wheat ?”

    “Not I,” barked the lazy dog .
    “Not I,” purred the sleepy cat .
    “Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck .

    “Then I will,” said the little red hen . So the little red hen cut the wheat all by herself.


    When all the wheat was cut, the little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me take the wheat to the mill to be ground into flour ?”

    “Not I,” barked the lazy dog .
    “Not I,” purred the sleepy cat .
    “Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck .

    “Then I will,” said the little red hen . So the little red hen brought the wheat to the mill all by herself, ground the wheat into flour , and carried the heavy sack of flour back to the farm .


    The tired little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me bake the bread ?”

    “Not I,” barked the lazy dog .
    “Not I,” purred the sleepy cat .
    “Not I,” quacked the noisy yellow duck .

    “Then I will,” said the little red hen . So the little red hen baked the bread all by herself.


    When the bread was finished, the tired little red hen asked her friends, “Who will help me eat the bread ?”

    “I will,” barked the lazy dog .
    “I will,” purred the sleepy cat .
    “I will,” quacked the noisy yellow duck .

    “No!” said the little red hen . “I will.” And the little red hen ate the bread all by herself.

     

    from

    http://www.enchantedlearning.com/stories/fairytale/littleredhen/story/

    commentary upon the lesson is mine.

     

    now I don’t care if you believe in my premise nor in my religion nor anything at all or if you outright disagree but lets us cover the reasons I’d say this always has been a lesson and typical girl bashing. 

    as i say if it is good a man is typically the main character.  it isn’t impossible for a girl to be shrewd or noble but it is for men to think and girls to know their place.  -don’t go beating me up that’s very clearly shown through out history… take up the that’s bullshit with history not me.  so anytime anything good occurs especially in a moral lesson I am suspect if it’s anything good if the girl is the main character.  I am not disappointed here either

    the most cherished thing in religious teachings is humility and grace… thus hospitality…you do not know when you will be in the same circumstances your own self… however this never meant blindly throwing everything you have away to strangers but wisely within our means always giving all we can not all we have all we can… 

    this hen demands of guests they work which instantly breeches hospitality- this no sin sometimes we need help and we should always ask but please note the wize males refuse each and everytime honoring the hen to show effort and hospitality again it is no accident this is a lady character.  and this is easily shown when you go to a restaurant are you expected to clean your own table? how flippin rude is that disgusting I don’t pay to have to clean up other’s work.  if i go to a hamburger joint to I have to assemble my burger and cook it too??  how rude…I can understand it is my option to have garnishes and I can add my own.  but why should i pay to do another’s work?    next example is I don’t want useless friends so I can ask at parties that I’m aided to serve them better than I can manage on my own please.. it isn’t a demand it’s common sense and despite years of jokes I do ask for aid in the kitchen all the time once to the point of throwing a bbq where the one guest had to run the bbq as i was swamped… I didn’t ask them to toil in the kitchen but take center stage and glory as that’s what the bbq is always about mmm glorious mastery of fire.  but in general if you are invited it is for me to serve you as best I can.  you do not go on vacations to lift too many fingers and indeed would be offended if you had to  no fool in business stays in business if he/she isn’t hospitable…as ultimately that is where the money is…hospitality…service.  watch and note how quick you’ll not return to a place with employees displaying a bad attitude..you don’t pay or patronize nor stay for crap service.  even if you paid nothing and simply are asking for service… I mean would you patronize a place that can not let you a respectable human being use a toilet or have a water?  if they can not display service and hospitality why bother with them.  please understand that loitering bums who make a  mess make this a per person basis but ultimately it’s not worth going to a place that doesn’t believe in service/hospitality.

     

    next where does this stupid ungodly hen get off judging a guest as anything?  it is one thing to ask people to leave if they aren’t living up to an arranged trade of responsibilities or good beahviour… it is another thing to negatively nag people to do our work for us serve themselves and then be cross we asked for something and were denied it and thus acted the spoiled cross fool.  how ungodly and thus big surprise it’s again a womanly character short sighted of anything holy and lazy and mean to deny guests the bounty of the lord.  how shiftless nagging irresonsible and on and on I can’t believe the ignorant hen! invites others in and denies them food?  it gets no more evil than that. burn the witch above her station with her own ungodly notions??

     

    don’t think someone hasn’t already.

     

    what a sly thing it is for it to be to a woman to mak a judgement when we’re told not to ever lest we be judged and found wanting.

     

    in short what seems proper that there is no free lunch as in things cost, don’t waste the gifts of others is perverted into there at its base those who have nothing are expected to do the work of another for their benefit… no wonder a woman is chosen as the lead of this story… in every way possible it is selfish and short sighted and ungodly and negative from beginning to end…why not let the woman take the hit for that

     

    if you would like to laugh and disagree please do lets discuss :D

  • gum shoe

    inspector closueau pink panther cartoons for the win…now to gum shoe.

    everyone knows that facebook exists for the rest of us to go ONE place and sort out all our spying on others.  you know; ex gal pals what’s that asshole/bitch of highschool doing – oh please let it be mediocrity and 3 kids  and why can’t she find a man to treat her right? or theahahahaha you strike me sir as if you did a lot of chemicals and like icarrus flew too high got 3  calling you baby daddy and are working 2 shifts and eating balogna….jerry reed line – she got the gold mine, I got the shaft.  well because you can care less what my hobbies and amusement of a can’t i just get over it??  talk about how boring I can be!  here’s something useful.

    http://radaris.com/

    radaris is a you were a fool caught living online therefore this is the hardest ste to remove your presence from  thisis the site that gives you address directly out  and anything online… unless you work for law enforcement you can not block these people without paying.  but they offer 3 free blocks of infor. 

    everyone knows the fastest way to disappear from the internet is to delete yourself from facebook.  but

    http://www.spokeo.com/

    http://www.intelius.com/

    are once deleted or current information at least! are the fastest ways tobe on the down low in life.

     

    I warn you to be careful of this site.  I don’t care that it works or not I would not know because up front it demands the whole reason I want offline in the first place!  to protect this information.

    o exercise your right to Opt-Out of firm offers of credit and insurance, you’ll be asked to provide your personal information set out below. • Name
    • Address
    • Social Security Number
    • Date of Birth

    www.optoutprescreen.com

     

    I mean isn’t that the point? not to share this? duh! and note it offers online 5 years only to opt you out or? you’re in essence opting in with now your social security number – the one bit of info that pops up real offers based on credit now anyone can check and  they promise not to share…yeah fucking right :D .

    -

    i’m sorry but I cant find my opt out screens I used to use but :D this may help

    https://www.dmachoice.org/static/about_dma.php

     

    personaly i pay the dollar to change my address online because I opt out for that dollar from everything before I get it… however if you fail to pay for this dollar service at the postoffice you get every bit of rubbish going and have signed away your rights start over! and stamped mail to opt out costs you … because some services require writen notifications to remove you from their list which is free technically but costs a stamp ;)

    http://www.moneymailer.com/corporate/contact-us/

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    your government still wishes you to provide your secret info

    http://www.consumer.ftc.gov/articles/0262-stopping-unsolicited-mail-phone-calls-and-email

    use do not call blockers which are?

    hello? this is so   and so with peta the local whichever non profitbecause the do not call list is the please call me list for the non profits because they’re not soliciting for money for profit so it isn’t telemarketing!!!   don’t waste you time with the please call me list.

     

    so who was I snooping? 

    you know I’m just going to lie.

     

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DOISlPkop4

     

  • Fine Shoes, Fine Yuck

    in what feels like fine Chinese labor, the one pile moved from here to there in the yard.  I is strinking in sizing of bits and overall volume.but it isn’t a speedy process.  Chainsaw party number two is in the can.  it helped!  Hail the helpful Englishman this time. :D   there is no section of fence  but one-manable bits. 

    I was of some help prior to this helping with one side of replacing a washer and drat out of oomph to be today’s hero.  why that bonnie tyler song came to mind to introduce myself to the neighbor two doors down … ya know?  I guess I’m unique but…. I need a hero … lol  you see the screen door not slammer thingie was the hold up and I couldn’t push it alone past it..and no offense I can’t super ox as long anymore.  but heh making lighter work is a good thing and he…the neeighbor next door does help with the walk to the corner as we help with a path to his mailbox too.

     

    gurkha Titan cigars appear to be fairly well respected cigars and via a gift of a gift I’m still n ot a cigar feller but it is a bessing in a way to have this versus not wishing to quit smoking.  link to what they are

     

    Last evening was mom’s birthday dinner.  it was at a place known as White Fence Farm – wherein there is a petting zoo, a gift shop, live music within a lil loft look over to it,  and of course a bit of kitch here and there.  it has won the best fried chicken of the city.    it is fine pricing and fine farmy food.you can casual to kingly audience for your attire.  if you”d like to tell your Denver pals to NOT screw you over with a trip to bland theme restaurant  Mexican food known as the Casa Bonitas trip for outta towners… consider this place it is about the same and the food is actually worth eating not just a sopapillas I’m sorry with a good margarita apology.  both places are linked.

    edit in missing paragraph

     white fence farm denver is not zehnder’s of Frankenmuth Michigan… it does have very good fried chicken…so much so it is worth mentiong that again ;) the splash screen shows you chicken, red bean salad…which tastes comparable to potato salad, coleslaw with the right  coleslaw textures unlike it’s comparison of taste which is in the kfc sweet creamy category. cottage cheese,fried corn frittersof the bitesize yumminess, a baked potato which is one of three potato choices which are also mashed or french fried, and a startrekian moment remembered from ds9 – I don’t like beets…then you haven’t had them made right – you haven’t had mine…. the harvard style pickled beets sliced are actually sweet within their preparation and very good!

    Casa Bonitas started just one year later than WFF in 1074 so before that there will be anniversary action if you visit colorado next year and a minor deal that can not be ignored to pep up this sucker the tourists landmark.  is the food bad? no.  it is by no means my favorite as it is very bland and thus kid friendly  .  however casa bonitas is not  for the food but barts cave which my old carcass cant quite safely fit through anymore.  puppet shows – with a throwback balcony to those who remember the muppet show’s cranky critics, arcade, kitchie old school coin eaters, sometimes characture artists…skiball of course… but often enough the magic is the cliff divers or if you’re lucky strolling mariache band. the sopapillas are truly good as I’m sorry’s go and for those old enough, the margaritas truly are an apology and thus why most of mean people will drag you to this place over and over even though we need fortitude in which to do so.

    now boring as this is still in because they slip on finer shoes I helped after my own yard because what idiot helps out others and not himself?  I know I’m an idiot…keep the agreement to a minimum please… but I would like to be as little of one as possible.. so out in the yard I was  as you read to begin this blog ;)

    yes, someone asked after waffles .. still don’t remember the joke of why but I don’t feel like wasting the time to look up the reference.

  • a chainsaw breakfast

    so it’s numi tea

    sav’ry veg to hunger wedge

    chive and the spinach?

     

    a chainsaw breakfast

    shirtless heroing shapshots

    duh duh done done done?

     

    two fists show themselves

    clogging half dishwasher’s pump

    two fists more are shown.

  • Last Friday

    this is the last weekend of my fiscal year living here, in my latest residence.  I’ve went from arrogant bastard ales of my last apartment to oh dude thank you! for the pint pbrs.  To say financially this place hasn’t been invigorating though would be oddly incorrect.  I’ve went from burritos to toastadas in my go to foods. which is not to cover the aboves financials but more of the fundamental shif from over the top mmmm’s to lighter far/t prettier food.  I’ve went from no hope with the ladies to while it’s not realized persay, I’ve so much more hope going… I have invested not just the hope…the excitements… but doing whatever I could to share a moment.  I think now to what was these many residences in a row and here is?  the growth of outlook.

    cracker home.  this is the current abode.  why would i call it that? duh it’s stucco it’s old it’s nothing stylish to this timeframe but it has windows doors woodstove and is… a HOME a house woo hoo I have an address that has no intermediate line! it’s white as in trash and lol yay for a yard.

    urban reserve.  my last apartment literaslly should have signs posted everywhere saying don’t feed the bears.  it was a brick two story motel looking place from the late sixties and square L. I loved firing up the grill under it’s balcony walk ways hoping to give people the thrill of wondering if the place was on fire and about to burn the eyesore to the ground….  nope yummy  dinner haha suckers.

     

    fountain head.  prior to this last apartment was my pal’s condo with a walkway by a lil pond with a fountain.  itwas pretty and I addored telling the geese  they were dinner if they came any closer and adored choasing them screaming just that… here dinner dinner…honk~ ;)

     

    easy street.  I needed it I had no other choice but I was nice and and thus sorted out my mistake in a prior move where I lost a month’s rent and it took a year solid to move forward because I had to move it was done.  I hope I covered up that sin but that’s another’s aopinnion.

     

    mushroom lawn.  I brief stayed couch surf styyle in my easy street stay with another.  I remember the one foot huge mushroom that grew .  it was so sad that that thing was gross spnge all lawn stained disgusting I could not attempt mushroom harvest.  I loved the feel of a fourties home for bachelors my favorite was visiting my friend later there making the only non traditional scone I’ve ever made…raspberry vodka, flour egg butter sugar oil and coca cola for a levener… cuss me I needed to bake! NOW.  they were out of baking powder and thus  made a breakfast treat of booze and flour with a coke to make it fluffy…fluffier I should say ;)

    unfair….unfair is the place I lived with a sibling and I have two where.. well it was a home yay but it disintergrated boo.  I had to leave and I did it was a year to recover from that kinda like bankruptcy how that place turn out.  but be it asshole drug csar selling to highschool drop out minors in our home without respect for himself or anyone else, a closet ofjungle as everyone though the mist would show a rainbow and it’s POT of GOLD at rainbow’s end would be where life would really become possible again…break ins, buying junkfood from the healthfood store was my hobby and believe it or not I had joys there but overall?  not so much.

    oscilations… another easy street type tour as I just thought I’d had enough of what was…  I remember vividly the best dinner I suppose of romantic possibility I’ve ever done mussel in a saffron cream sauce with garlic bread.   occured here, I’ve made it since it isn’t hard but if white whine and seafood occurs in a landlocks land 800 miles to the nearest place of oceanables.. pardon me but fancy seafood dinner says romance I wasn’t able to charm the children to try it it was rather sad but osciations was the place I had thrown the best dinners of romance ever and there wasn’t a lick of hope… dining with mom sis her pretty friend lol commit suicide you suck no hope your life isn’t over but lol your style is.

    perry palace IV this is the fourth unit of which is a four unit place I lived and I lived in every single unit lol  this iteration was bachelor central / bachelor bomb…atom bomb…ground zero of bbgunning whiskey bottle by pale moon light.

    Perry palace 3.  this is where with joy I finally offered couch surfings other’s way made my first 24 roast bbq… no offense it WAS good but what a waste of time to actualy truly old school bbq.  I loved that season of life’s 350 thread count satin sheet fancy furniture and my little cave.I didn’t like the spray paint weed art you dead head dope!

    northerly.  in between the first perry palacingsI tried to get a second live in gal pal and after esaping a 3 year lease to move she was dead silent i couldn’t get the actual permission I’m like you must SAY YES…no she didn’t 2 weeks later I found a northerly place to live.

    perry palace 1, 2  the upstairs years.  I lived in two iterations and in truth it was a dream in a way it is also my successfully left home finally and forever.  i learned to cook vegetarian not exactly vegan but I liked one of the pretties,  began my adabada revolution here. I continued my love of music here and there but  this time with the 70′s soul who liked it concert loud.  characters everywhere.  internation living  ahhh.

    now of all the 13 address changes I’ve made in 9 years you’lllaugh a lil as I remember how I grew.  I did do some of that I’m sure lol.  there is nothing quite like trying to be a gentleman and invite someone pretty to just take your room and find out the toilet upstairs leaked cess all over your houseguest ruining your you told mom don’t buy me expensive stuff when I can garuntee it’ll be cared for!… lolpiss and gross .. thank god that my mom insisted I save myself from allergy issues so my bed was plasticed so i didn’t lose everything.  just any hope to maybe boink that lady later…. waking up in a pool of urine isn’t a memory that breeds thoughts of hottness lol.

    I learned of how it can cut both ways of how you should help others just as you are helped in life but honestly it can more often be a rip off to you and keep people from sorting out their responsibilities on your dime.

    I remember the joy of looking out my window to see the bright evening sun going I just got a phone number!  I called I got all that excitement of finally getting a date my literal first one  that I ever went on  for a romantic interest before the relationship was over..bummer stuff like dad passed literally w weeks later because the last one of the house left he was retired and that hits hard there was nothing to do no one to talk to and he perhaps wasn’t of any use… but remember it’s also work to recover from heart surgery  he didn’t step after that.. whatever the reasons all of a sudden life changes irrevocably.  oh of course my dumping from the first date was that I’d be everything her chosen guy also of that time sorta was..but I got the boot he got laid and years of relationship.. lol

    of nothing else i can say of nine year in late june, wow.  it’s like the last friday here  what a ride it’s been and perhaps I should smile that into another raging  to do of times that will go by whether I party it up or let moment sorta slip on by.  would you say I’m strange to midnight maki…………..other people raid the fridge.. I thought it stylish to make sushi…in the midnight hour…she cried more more more… of course there wasn’t no she just a dream as I made of a life and a dream…. yeah me and whoever was aroun at the time.  last friday of the lol dates of timing and significance.. duh there is one more obviously the late june one coming  and just like new year’s eve moments they come and go as memories pile up high.

     

     

  • Selections.

    no, not SELL elections! geez!  Selections!!  what follows is a few of the boooks i’ve read and remember.

     

    there they were in the dusky haze of the afternoon

    bumpin’ uglies like bunnies after some saturday in June

    the book  then said she was cattle for the table

    I finished the tale feeling robbed beyond the pail

    so that book went up with bic and vidal sassoon.

     

    oh jersey’s devil

    poor township vennisson SLAIN

    bed swap and pretzels?

     

    so independence  sent wagons ho!

    their love ends in rock slides flow

    scrapple and rape say you better just escape

    you’ll never live it down or have it believed a “jape”

    honor paints the jail bars so.

     

    champion breakfast

    mirrors leek into the universe

    gin and tonics next

     

    dawn’s uncertain light, neil barrett jr

    who’s killing doah’s deer, jeff markowirz

    wagon’s west 1,2 and oregon books dana fuller ross.

    breakfast of champions, kurt vonnegut jr

     

  • 50 Things I Like.

    @godfatherofgreenbay  takes on the inspiration of this opposite of his offering of hateful things to this of liked  things  :D   Read his brilliance HERE

    50 Things I Like:

    1. Redd’s apple ale… I like it
    2. Nice people
    3. happy animals
    4. food
    5. good stories
    6. abundance enough to get things I like big or small
    7. good tunes
    8. pretty gals
    9. pretty gals that are nice to me
    10. pretty gals that are interested in me
    11. when my math isn’t whack-a-doodle
    12. when I make a logical point
    13. that mushroom cloud I conned my friend to his lost eyebrows to light up
    14. get away cars
    15. that day, that moment esppecially, of getting to use power tool to build a bridge
    16. sex. I should list this moment by moment but what a tmfi!
    17. beer
    18. getting mailin general
    19. getting your gifts
    20. getting your letters
    21. oranged cognac
    22. a wide variety of spirits
    23. winnnne
    24. when that recipe actually works!
    25. lychee ramune
    26. pineapple tea
    27. lapsange su chong tea
    28. knowing that the best way to make most mixed drinks is to pour together spirits and mixer
    29. learning
    30. pretty colors…well sometimes the shapes are a tad tough to make out
    31. profound if not epiphanous moments
    32. some safe moments of discovery
    33. leaving hospitals
    34. this contained fire in the woodstove
    35. good back adjustment
    36. a good massage
    37. candles
    38. bubble-bath – yeah, I like them.  amusing set up isn’t it?
    39. sausage…I am German by heritage…with the exception of liver ones
    40. coffee
    41. laziza if I must abstain
    42. understanding
    43. writing  haiku
    44. that moment I wrote something  that moved me…rereading me?….um nah.
    45. games I feel I’ve a competitive chance at seemingly going well
    46. a good game night
    47. calling bingo
    48. hugs
    49. chatting with my favorite pal….she knows who she is.
    50. when my meds cooperate :D

     

  • overspeaking.

     good company and a feel of the back areas history

    Denver to Moose Jaw with some lingering

    tasty chili begins here green and everywhere else red and burgers bison

    t’is something of a chase after a hot dish and again something  then.

    I remade this blog a limerick, still overspeaking the idea to you misery.

  • veien av glemte drøm

     the road of forgotten dream

    veien av glemte drøm
     
    If anyone wonders, the difficulty of cheap google translation is sometimes the tenses of our language do not match those of other’s  this is an English to Norwegian thing for The Lane of Forgotten Dreams.  it had to go  the road of forgot dreams or it wouldn’t translate.  You guessed it. herein we discuss my lil fantasies foundationless at present to castles in the sky.
     
    If anyone has thought of what must be perhaps you’ll watch a lil japanese subtitled movie with me.  “Madadayo’” it means “not yet” as in are you dead yet?…not yet.  a story of a beloved teacher whomishonoured with the joy throughout his later life at a party to enjoy his wisdom of at his birthdays… imagine the horrors we feel getting older and a similar joke but yet a giant huge beer to be had at a gulp… ahhh.  but why I mention it is a fansy of the teachers is to have a pond ring his home of dreams as like a moat.  wouldn’t thefish get dizzy?…swimming only one way?
     
    it is thus with great pleasure I announce the house idea where in we explore something of habitat.  a favorite of mine is freshwater eel wherein the eel is not in actual fresh water but a less salty spot of the “sea” 80 feet down which is 8 stories/levels.  I envision maybe three of four but nothing but an entrance above ground semi camoflauged like a rock at a lake shore.  the house must have every levelo for a paraplegic escapable… you know a sucker who cant float right thus sinks?  hand over hand climb out even if one’s super james bond career is not to be at least wholesale sabotage isn’t instantly lethal :D .  imagine seeing shrimpies too growing by the many bushel fuls where big fish eat the tastiest of morsles.
     
    imagine next dune  the 1984 extended version where we have the underground caves of the fremen but not so much that nevermind but the idea one has a home with a walk in freezer 2 acres of sealed lighted artificial space to grow what one wants and freezedry it vaccum seal it, level 3 garunteed to annoy customs because how can their highly trained pooches sniff what isn’t there? heh but it is.  yes, I’ve entertained what it would take taking advantage of the dark side of the moon to acheive… a vaccum sealed chamber where nothing can contaminate thus be smelled on the outside of a package because duh there literally is NOTHING there to be smelled.. for you to understand this watch a not level 3 containment   as it’s level 2 at best, the meryl streep in “silkwood” where one has to assemble fuel rods… that’s close to a level 3 containment with the exception there is an atmosphere….  processing in a vaccum means nothing contaminates the product nor is anything leaving the product to be detected.  you think the smart asses at the border can fid cocaine in furniture areas hollowed out…not without a tip off now imagine there is nothing that can be detected…there is a limit to a dog’s nose.  acre upon acre of undetectable thank pity I learned long ago that one and done I am sold out by everyone if I’m up to that behaviour.  I dont think I’d be good as a spy people tend to notice me far too much and I cant lie.
    imagine now the bat cave is not that but a lil elivator to a sub lake  hall.  imagine just around the bend on that mountain trail is a greek palace with a god ray from abelow hot tub. little avenues of this dream domain have had updates to it over time of purpose and place.
     
    now  back to borat type living and imagine it wigwamming or some other yurt and we’ve that model of living but a corner loom…not a looming corner of doom a loom in a corner as nothing but woven thick carpets adon wood with some modern fancy to make it water resistant and bullet resistant… to a 57 caliber machine gun.  it’s only 55 thousand psi at impact… be a bit of a bummer as a lil present from the sky   would sure blow up that lil fabric fantasy but ground incursion can go fuck itself til I scurry below ground.
     
    science secret bat cave heaven and remember.. just because I’m straight edged  non using doesn’t mean I too don’t have movie ideas…
    well?  if I show you now,  I’d have to kill you…and that would really eat up my readership so :D it’s but words, you can wonder wonder about me if I take up sheep farming soon because you’d have to wonder if I found the spider silk revoltion of how if kept free of water spider silk from s heepmilk is stronger than steel. you just think those back water nomads have third world lives go ahead watch out that they do not have and aren’t harvesing an arsenal to attack!  heheheh conspiracy theorist thinking they’re big and bad.  a humble bumble of a backwater rancher they not necessarily are.