Once upon a Story......

" And that is how the Brave Warriors of the GOP defeated that evil Pinko-Commie-Socialist-Liberal-Left Wing-Fag Loving-Anti Business-Dope Smoking-Foreign Born-ACLU Radical-Islamic-Freedom Hating-Marlboro Smoking- Big Eared Negro in the White House who wanted to tax us to death and steal our guns."

I'll write something...soon... maybeez

Bubba's Back!

The Kid got into Milwaukee last night about 5.... course they had to wait around until Steve's flight got in from NY at 7.  I think they were waiting for someone else at the airport, too... but who and from where escapes me now.  I said I would not wait up.

See, Travis is getting married.  The rehearsal thing is tonight, the wedding tomorrow.  I find it hard to believe that my son's friends are doing that stuff, getting married.  You would thunk that they would have learned better from their parents.  Oh, well.

Max is doing the video.... I'm sure Steve is doing some music thingee.  Mark is writing a speech.

...... Bubba said that Travis related that the Ex and I should stop in at the reception and have a drink ( we are not FORMALLY invited) but it is nice to be thought of.  We probably will.
So this is the second wedding of one of my 'kids'... Bubba's friend Mike got married last month.  I was a 'coach' for both of those guys when they were little.... basketball and football.  Mikey breaks me up... cause way back in the day, fifth grade I think, he said he was going to grow up and be a Jewish lawyer and sue rich people.  Well he passed the Wisconsin Bar just before he got married.  Good thing I am not rich.

Word is.... the kids are having beers at Oblio's  on Saturday... I should come.

I wouldn't miss it for the world

Last

well.... I thought it was funny...

honesty in childrens lit

.... I cannot tell you how many children s books I have read ... out loud... at book fests... at story times... and especially at bed time.

have a good day and stuff

no time  for blogging...... kick off in 30 minutes.....

it's a Friday.... Let's all go for dinner~!!!!

Drugs, risks, and strawberries

Yessirree, Bob.  When you really really cannot find a opening sentence for something you want to write.... just type "yessirre, Bob".  No don't think I will explain that.  It truly is not worth the effort.... but hey, it works for me.  I guess starting with nothing is better than not starting at all.  And that is not worth explaining either.  So let's start with drugs.

After starting college as a, all in all, pretty straight kid, I delved in to what they called "the counter culture"..... hey, when you do not make the local college football team, ya gotz to do something, right?
So this guy, I think he was the field goal kicker on the team I didn't make, comes back from Christmas break in 1970 with some Black Afghan opiated hashish.  Ha! Put a little Santana on the stereo, pop the head phones one....and the next thing I knew, I was trying to throw my stereo out the window.... and I lived in a basement apartment.  The next week I bought 4 grams of some blond Lebanese shit that was a lot more mellow. And made my class in Eastern Religions a lot more palatable. That class was weird. Some German dude with a thick accent in a lecture pit for three hours a week talking about Krishna and shit or  sitting on a mountain contemplating belly button lint like that was the secret of the universe or something. Well, it wasn't like I was 'hooked' or anything like that, but sometimes I would be buzzed for days.... and then just forget about it for weeks, or months.  but I discovered that certain events or activities really really made more sense, or were at least a lot more fun when paired with certain mind altering substances.  Like, see, going to a circus with mescaline. Or Easter Sunday services with psilocybin.  I think I went to three in a row.  The music was great.  And river rafting with a half ounce of some really good Panama Red.  So for awhile I was kind of pairing things with drugs.  Never liked downers, like Qualudes or uppers.... but anyways.... that went on for a few years... and then it just stopped.  Oh, don't get me wrong... something nice in a pipe once in awhile is nice.

ok.... where was I going with this?  Yessirre Bob.  Oh, yeah, Ron Paul.... see how this links?

"That's what freedom is all about: taking your own risks. This whole idea that you have to take care of everybody—"

see how seamless that transition was?  Now I could give a shit about Ron Paul... really.... but the way he pretty much said that if you do not have insurance... for whatever reason... too bad... not my problem... not America's problem.  So... we take our own risks.  I have certainly took some... of all sorts, and I can embrace the idea of taking risks, but there was something very cavalier about the way he said... "not my problem"  as if that is all there is to it.  So...........

If some rich fucker takes his yacht out in the ocean and it capsizes... "taking your own risks"  The Coast Guard should not rescue them.

If some hikers get stuck up in a mountain, and one of them breaks a leg.... no rescue.... "your own risks".   If you are going to Grandma's house and you have an accident.... well, gosh, going to Grandma's is risky, see.  If some bank goes under because of mismanagement, lies, and deceit and you lose all your money.... well, too bad for you, saving money is risky...... but we need to save the bank, cause, well, there are jobs at stake....and we cannot risk jobs.

Maybe Wolf should have asked him about bank bailouts.

ok... where was I?  Oh, Yessireee Bob..... drugs.  Well, those lazy hazy crazy days of summer are over.....I am older now.... these days it's just some daily prozac, that shit they give me to fight insomnia... alot of caffeine in the morning and a couple of beers at night to cut the caffeine buzz.... but I swear to god (iffen there is one) the next time I watch a group of eight Republicans spit and froth and foam and fart and quiggle and squirm ..... I am thinking of some orange sunshine acid, with a few shots of tequila, a few tokes of good BC Bud, a couple of bottles of Alaskan IPA....... cause I take my own risks, see, and yessirree bob.... what I really don't like is having eight fucking clowns like those folks making life in America risky for me..... life is tough enough. And those guys are fucking scary risky.

Fuck you Ron Paul.... and I mean that in the most civil way I can.  Really.

ok... that said and stuff..... where was I..... hmmm Ron Paul.... Drugs.... yessirre Bob.... see, way back when I still had aspirations to play football, and was still a pretty straight kind of kid.... I read a book called "The Strawberry Statement"

they made a  movie of it, too, back in 1970, which I did particularly like and I am not going to give a synopsis of the book.... hey, take your own risks, but the gist of the book, or what meant most to me, was the title statement made  at Columbia University in 1968 by Herbert Deane, a Columbia administrator, who deprecated student opinions about university administrative decisions as having no more importance than if the students had said they liked the taste of strawberries.

I get that feeling today.... mostly from Republicans and conservatives..... that pretty much says.... "if you do not think my way...... Fuck You.... I do not care what YOU think."  America, they tell me... is not about all of the people.... just some... and fuck the rest.

well........ I do like strawberries.  So there.

is it Happy Hour yet?

And now for something really important

People wearing pretzels !!

I bet he was a Union Guy

Cluster Maps and other WTF's

Okee Dokee... it's another beautiful day in beautiful Downtown Wisconsin.  The Green Bay Packers beat the New Orleans Saints in a  game that had a little bit of something for everyone.....they had Kid Rock singing, dancing girls , snake oil salesmen, clowns and jokers.... and Obama gave a speech just before kick off.  I had a notion, that quickly went away, to go watch the game at a bar or some such place but the feeling went away real quick, see, cause the game wouldn't be over til late and late usually finds me on my very own little couch close to my very own little bathroom and bed.  Anyways... it was  a good game despite all the hoopola and stuff.

And speaking of Hoopolla and stuff.... I just got this email from Blogger... seems like I posted something or a photo or something, that violated some copyright or something.... back in 2009.  And they said, "Don't do it again."  Now, there was a link that I could go see what little boo-boo I did.... and I might check it out.... someday.  ain't no never mind, see, based on how much money I make doing this. hehehe.  But I thought it was funny.  Gees, "Bad jimm, Bad boy'" I didn't know how important I was.

Anyways.... then I started looking at that map thingee that I put up on the blog... that cluster map thingee, as long as I was looking at the blog.  See, I thought it would be fun to see where in the world the folks were coming from... the folks that read this stuff from a copy right infringing bad dude like me.  Well I put it up there because it was free and I surely do like that free word.  Then I noticed that it didn't change much, the Numbers, and every once in a while I would think of taking it off cause it didn't seem to change and I kinda lost interest anyways and iffen I would try to take it off, see, then I would have to think and figure out how to do it and it was a whole lokt of work, for a guy like me, see, to put it up there in the first place, so mostly I just don't do anything at all about it because wsriting long run on sentence is more funny anyways and if I found out somebody in Pakistan was reading this, why, gosh.... OK and stuff.

nope.  Some days I just can't handle much fuss or stuff..... just concentrate on what is good.

Hope is a Laxative

Well, hey and howdy, I haven't been here much!

Cause, see, I have been on Ebay!

I used to be a antique/collectible dealer in a former live... not as cool as the bald dude on Pawn Stars,  more like those guys on American Pickers.  And I had boxes and boxes of stuff....mostly what I collected was medicine tins, straight razors and stuff like that.   After reisting buying anything on line for years.... I gave in and set up an Ebay account.  Whoop dee Doo!

So anyways.... I have fumbled around and think AI got the hang of it... got out the camera, took some pictures, did all the stuff I am supposed to do to list this crap.... and Dammmmmn... if I haven't sold $25 worth of stuff already... and it hasn't been 24 hours!

So... anyways.... that's what I have been up to.... and if anyone really really needs a 1930's Barbasol razor or some old Anacin tins... lemmee know.

?The early morning sounds of seagulls outside my bedroom window are gone. They were replaced by crows, for awhile, but those are gone too and now it is just the neighbors wind chimes.

They are not the coppery gong type, or the tinny cheap tourist shop variety.  Not wood bamboo ones either.  Frankly, I do not know what they look like nor do I have a great interest is checking them out.  I am not a big fan of wind chimes.  To be honest the sound of the wind is enough for me and I love the way it moves through the trees.  Leaf chimes as it were.
But these are nice, the sounds they make, more of an orchestral sound which is better than all that I hear about me.... it all seems like noise.
The TV is certainly noise... reminds me most of the seagulls as they would shriek in the morning, skittering about looking for any trash worth eating.  The weather reports are noise, too, announcing disasters before they occur and they reporting as much devastating news about the weather as they can squeak out.  Weather is not weather, it seems, unless it is hot and nasty.  I used to loook forward to the football season, the only sport I really follow, but that has lost me this year, too.,...lock out, hype, dudes getting hundred million dollar salaries..... shit... I was offered a preseason game ticket... for $50 ... and I turned it down... way too much hype at the stadium, too.

Noise... I am so tired of noise.  So I do not ask for whom the wind chimes....I know it is not for me.

just a old thought