My God. How is bad does it have to be? He's the AntiChrist, that's clearly next, there is no where left to go, nothing left to call him. So Sad. Republicans will not recover from this for 50 years My neighbor came over to have me help her move Her husband, who had collasped next to their bed.
It was awful, and I'm sure the subject of nightmares for many years. Eyes bugging out of a skull, legs that would be better described as wrists, I was moving a skeleton. And he spoke to me--"Hi Ty, how you doing?"
Are you fucking kidding? Here's Dave, kidney failure, chemo failure, weighs less than 100 lbs and can't get into, or out of, the bed on his own,
asking me how I'm doing?
"Not well--I'm thinking I need to have my driveway re-surfaced."
Dave is waiting to die. Probably doesn't have the where-with-all to know anything else, other than humiliation. His wife of 50 years having to clean up dripping shit, vomit, etc. Would rather put a gun to his head, but doesn't know where the gun is, if it's loaded, plus has some ethical problems with that.
I am sad. And I know that it will be my turn someday.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Lightning bug
Female lightning bugs greatly outnumber the males. The female lightning bug attracts males by flashing on the ground. The males circle above, and compete for her attention by lighting as they fly upwards.
Can't be comfortable, lying on her back, in the tall, wet and sticky grass.
My friend and I were doing acid back in the 70's at a party. He said that he met a girl, Anne, apparently his soul mate. I saw the seriousness in his eyes. In fact, he needed to find her again right now, so that he could go ahead and propose to her immediately.
He asked around for her, "Have you seen Anne?", and a guy laughed and said she was in the basement. So he went downstairs to look for her in the dark, dank basement. There were 3 guys standing about, so he asked them about Anne. "She's in there," said one, pointing towards a door.
As soon as Matt started for the door, the guy warned, "Hey, hold on, you can't go in there!" Another piped in, "Yeah, you have to take your turn!", the third mumbling something about taking a number. Just then, a lamp turned on and off twice from behind the door, visible from the under the door.
Guy number one briskly pushed by my friend and went through, and closed the door.
Can't be comfortable, lying on her back, in the tall, wet and sticky grass.
My friend and I were doing acid back in the 70's at a party. He said that he met a girl, Anne, apparently his soul mate. I saw the seriousness in his eyes. In fact, he needed to find her again right now, so that he could go ahead and propose to her immediately.
He asked around for her, "Have you seen Anne?", and a guy laughed and said she was in the basement. So he went downstairs to look for her in the dark, dank basement. There were 3 guys standing about, so he asked them about Anne. "She's in there," said one, pointing towards a door.
As soon as Matt started for the door, the guy warned, "Hey, hold on, you can't go in there!" Another piped in, "Yeah, you have to take your turn!", the third mumbling something about taking a number. Just then, a lamp turned on and off twice from behind the door, visible from the under the door.
Guy number one briskly pushed by my friend and went through, and closed the door.
Friday, July 4, 2008
remember
We are lucky that there is still an active drive-in theater nearby. I took my 10 year old daughter there, with a neighbor, same age.
You know (those old enough) just at dusk, when they show cartoons, some type of filler before the main movie? Both my daughter and her friend were looking a little confused, I thought because they hadn't been to a drive-in before. Finally, my daughter asked me, "Dad, what is this? These guys are stupid..."
My God...10 years old, and she didn't know who the 3 Stooges were.
What kind of parent was I?
You know (those old enough) just at dusk, when they show cartoons, some type of filler before the main movie? Both my daughter and her friend were looking a little confused, I thought because they hadn't been to a drive-in before. Finally, my daughter asked me, "Dad, what is this? These guys are stupid..."
My God...10 years old, and she didn't know who the 3 Stooges were.
What kind of parent was I?
Saturday, June 28, 2008
would post more often, but it takes 3 minutes or so to find the keys, work in the dark. also, mix up the e and i's. and search for keys in the dark. what does that mean about me? I don't need to work in the dark, but do it anyway. Am I hiding something, even from myself? Whatever.
My neighbors are all dying. If they were of the generation I thought remotely "capable" (that's horrible, I can't think of a better word), I wouldn't say that\ That was me looking for the backup and period key, wasn't successful. Anyhows, one neighbor moves her flower cart around the yard, chasing the sunlight, every hour on the hour. Her yard is emaculate. Just missing sunshine.
Also, her husband Dave is very nice, when helping me with a project he commented on me using phillips screws--"oh you're using the 'new' screws, heh, heh..." You mean "new" as in 1950's?
Haven't seen him for a while, another neighbor told me he has liver cancer...apparently the chemo keeps him under wraps.
They are next to the neighbors that I keep watch to know, for certain, what day garbage day is.
Most neigbors put cans out the day before. These neighbors take their cans in from the street the day before, and fill them. Their cans are a permenant street fixture, they come in to be filled on Thursday night, and stay there until the following Thursday. Unless a Holiday. They adjust acordingly, and it's amazing how accurate they are. Other neighbors only guess at this.
My neighbors are all dying. If they were of the generation I thought remotely "capable" (that's horrible, I can't think of a better word), I wouldn't say that\ That was me looking for the backup and period key, wasn't successful. Anyhows, one neighbor moves her flower cart around the yard, chasing the sunlight, every hour on the hour. Her yard is emaculate. Just missing sunshine.
Also, her husband Dave is very nice, when helping me with a project he commented on me using phillips screws--"oh you're using the 'new' screws, heh, heh..." You mean "new" as in 1950's?
Haven't seen him for a while, another neighbor told me he has liver cancer...apparently the chemo keeps him under wraps.
They are next to the neighbors that I keep watch to know, for certain, what day garbage day is.
Most neigbors put cans out the day before. These neighbors take their cans in from the street the day before, and fill them. Their cans are a permenant street fixture, they come in to be filled on Thursday night, and stay there until the following Thursday. Unless a Holiday. They adjust acordingly, and it's amazing how accurate they are. Other neighbors only guess at this.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
golf
Have always had an aversion to this, funny because fairly competitive, but probably because worried wouldn't be any good at it (I don't want to do things that I wouldn't be good at).
My buddy Dave took me out for it, it's fun!
The swing itself doesn't feel "natural," but with practice, hit the shit out of that ball!
AND--
Drink beer, smoke one hitters, piss wherever I want to whenever I want to--now that's a great game!
Not very deep discussion blog-wise, but I'm novice, just getting warmed up.
My buddy Dave took me out for it, it's fun!
The swing itself doesn't feel "natural," but with practice, hit the shit out of that ball!
AND--
Drink beer, smoke one hitters, piss wherever I want to whenever I want to--now that's a great game!
Not very deep discussion blog-wise, but I'm novice, just getting warmed up.
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