Random Play With a Twist
The first ten songs random songs that I didn't recognize until I checked.
1. ZZ Top Goes to Egypt - Camper Van Beethoven
2. Dig For Fire - The Pixies
3. Master and Slave - Cherry Poppin' Daddies
4. Let's Get Fucked Up - The Cramps
5. All The Young Dudes - Jill Sobule
6. Oh Miss Ohio - Gillian Welch
7. It Must Be Summer - Fountains of Wayne
8. Catholic Boy - Jim Carroll Band
9. Chris and Johnny - 4 AM Blues
10. Show Me Your Pussy - Lords of Acid
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
And now on with the news
This just in ...
Unable to cope with life, after his 15 minutes in the spotlight had passed, the artist once known as the dancing baby took his own life earlier today.
According to a spokesman, the dancing baby, real name Tyler Fresno, had been despondent since he had learned that his parents had squandered the vast fortune that he had earned in the mid 90's, it seemed that the laws governing child actors did not apply to the internet. That and a recent coke bust, and the realization that he would always be known as the dancing baby just proved to be too much for the now teenage Tyler to handle.
Unable to cope with life, after his 15 minutes in the spotlight had passed, the artist once known as the dancing baby took his own life earlier today.
According to a spokesman, the dancing baby, real name Tyler Fresno, had been despondent since he had learned that his parents had squandered the vast fortune that he had earned in the mid 90's, it seemed that the laws governing child actors did not apply to the internet. That and a recent coke bust, and the realization that he would always be known as the dancing baby just proved to be too much for the now teenage Tyler to handle.
17.
She had moved to Santa Rosa with her mother from Ohio just after her parents divorced when she was five years old.
In elementary school she had been a shy and moody child, shunned by the other girls, her looks as yet unappreciated by the boys.
In third grade the first time she refused to answer the teacher she was made to stay after school.
The second time she refused to answer she was sent to the office.
After the third time she spent the afternoon on a cot in the school nurse's office.
Finally, after the fourth time she refused to answer the teacher her mother was called and an appointment was arranged with a child psychologist.
This was a trend that would continue all her life.
[Link]
In elementary school she had been a shy and moody child, shunned by the other girls, her looks as yet unappreciated by the boys.
In third grade the first time she refused to answer the teacher she was made to stay after school.
The second time she refused to answer she was sent to the office.
After the third time she spent the afternoon on a cot in the school nurse's office.
Finally, after the fourth time she refused to answer the teacher her mother was called and an appointment was arranged with a child psychologist.
This was a trend that would continue all her life.
[Link]
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
If I am not me who am I?
Ya know, I think my favorite non-Boz persona is Francis Pottie.
He's a genuinely decent guy, and he's Canadian.
But ...
T-Dub is my inner child.
And ...
Bhagarna the Foreign Man he is me as idiot savant.
I guess that would make Dr Hunter Douglas ... Male Psychiatrist the man I wish I was.
Ehhhhhhh, Wing Loo, the Adorable Little Chinese Lad, he's definitely my spiritual side.
Anyway ...
He's a genuinely decent guy, and he's Canadian.
But ...
T-Dub is my inner child.
And ...
Bhagarna the Foreign Man he is me as idiot savant.
I guess that would make Dr Hunter Douglas ... Male Psychiatrist the man I wish I was.
Ehhhhhhh, Wing Loo, the Adorable Little Chinese Lad, he's definitely my spiritual side.
Anyway ...
Monday, November 21, 2005
What would the Duke say?
Gretchen Mol as Bettie Page
In the soon to be released or already released bio-pic on Bettie Page.
In the soon to be released or already released bio-pic on Bettie Page.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
I think I need to get out more
What do you think, does it look like the pillows are humping?
Or do I just need to get out more?
I CAN'T GET OUT MORE ...
MY CAR WON'T START!!!
I'm charging the battery now. Hopefully that will get it going because I have a nine am appointment to get it looked at tomorrow.
Does anynone know how long it takes to charge a car battery from a battery charger?
Or do I just need to get out more?
I CAN'T GET OUT MORE ...
MY CAR WON'T START!!!
I'm charging the battery now. Hopefully that will get it going because I have a nine am appointment to get it looked at tomorrow.
Does anynone know how long it takes to charge a car battery from a battery charger?
15.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
I ran my hand across my forehead.
There were stitches.
I couldn't tell how many, there had to be eight, nine, at least ten of them.
I ran into the bathroom to get a closer look.
Yes, there were ten stitches across my forehead.
They looked fresh.
The skin around the stitches hadn't started to turn that sickening yellowish greenish blue color yet.
All of a sudden I felt woosy.
I turned to the toilet bowl.
I glanced into the waste basket next to the bowl.
It was filled with blood soaked tissue paper.
I tried to steady myself and called out for her.
She came quickly to the bathroom.
On wobbly legs I asked her what the fuck had happened.
She looked surprised, shook her head and said she couldn't believe I didn't remember.
As I slumped to the floor I began to remember.
[Link - That Night]
I ran my hand across my forehead.
There were stitches.
I couldn't tell how many, there had to be eight, nine, at least ten of them.
I ran into the bathroom to get a closer look.
Yes, there were ten stitches across my forehead.
They looked fresh.
The skin around the stitches hadn't started to turn that sickening yellowish greenish blue color yet.
All of a sudden I felt woosy.
I turned to the toilet bowl.
I glanced into the waste basket next to the bowl.
It was filled with blood soaked tissue paper.
I tried to steady myself and called out for her.
She came quickly to the bathroom.
On wobbly legs I asked her what the fuck had happened.
She looked surprised, shook her head and said she couldn't believe I didn't remember.
As I slumped to the floor I began to remember.
[Link - That Night]
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Hark and Ferd and a story that goes nowhere
When I was stationed on Crete back in 70-71 I had two friends named Hark and Ferd.
Hark was married.
Ferd was single.
Most of the single guys had a crush on Hark's wife probably because of her long legs and her short skirts.
Hark's wife also had a whiny disposition which in small doses a lot of the guys I guess found endearing.
I guess you could have called her cute, maybe even pretty, except to me she always seemed to be sucking on a lemon.
Yeah, she wasn't my favorite person.
Hark was middle america and as middle class as you can get. His parents were both high school teachers in central Ohio, and Hark was a high school basketball and baseball star who got a baseball scholarship to Ohio University.
Ferd was irish urban working class from Boston with a half dozen brothers and sisters, and he was also a high school sports star, but no college.
Hark's wife?
She was from an upper middle class suburb of Cleveland who met Hark while they were students at OU.
Hark and Ferd were really tight.
If you want my honest opinion, I thought Ferd had more than a simple crush on Hark's wife. I thought he was in love with her, unrequited, but still in love.
Sidenote: There was quite a bit of single guy and married guy's wife stuff going on at the time. Not just unrequited, but a lot of the requited variety going on too.
It was the spring of 1971 and Hark's wife's sister flew over for a visit.
Can you see where this is going?
Yeah, Ferd fell in love with Hark's wife's sister and they eventually got married.
Ok, call my cynical, but I knew from the start that this marriage wasn't going to work. Come on, Hark's wife's sister was just a substitute for Hark's wife, it was obvious.
Not only that, I couldn't see Hark's wife's sister's upper middle class waspish upbringing meshing with Ferd's working class irish roots.
This marriage was doomed from the start.
Flash forward thirty years.
Through the miracle of the internet a bunch of us from the Crete 70-71 era were able to hook up. It was kind of cool, you know, retelling old war stories and catching up on what life had dealt a bunch of twenty year olds who were now fifty year olds.
Eventually, the online network sort of faded away and we drifted apart.
Hey, that's what happens.
Oh yeah, Hark and Ferd, and Hark's wife, and Hark's wife's sister ...
Ferd and Hark's wife's sister are living in Phoenix. He cleans pools and she works in an office, they play golf everyday, and have no kids.
Hark and Hark's wife had a couple of kids and were divorced.
Hark remarried.
Hark and his current wife are both high school teachers in eastern Ohio.
Hark's ex-wife, remarried and divorced a couple more times and is now a social worker and living alone in Buffalo. I bet she's still sucking on that lemon, and I bet she's a cat lady too!
That's it, there's no moral or anything, except that then, as now, my instincts suck.
Hark was married.
Ferd was single.
Most of the single guys had a crush on Hark's wife probably because of her long legs and her short skirts.
Hark's wife also had a whiny disposition which in small doses a lot of the guys I guess found endearing.
I guess you could have called her cute, maybe even pretty, except to me she always seemed to be sucking on a lemon.
Yeah, she wasn't my favorite person.
Hark was middle america and as middle class as you can get. His parents were both high school teachers in central Ohio, and Hark was a high school basketball and baseball star who got a baseball scholarship to Ohio University.
Ferd was irish urban working class from Boston with a half dozen brothers and sisters, and he was also a high school sports star, but no college.
Hark's wife?
She was from an upper middle class suburb of Cleveland who met Hark while they were students at OU.
Hark and Ferd were really tight.
If you want my honest opinion, I thought Ferd had more than a simple crush on Hark's wife. I thought he was in love with her, unrequited, but still in love.
Sidenote: There was quite a bit of single guy and married guy's wife stuff going on at the time. Not just unrequited, but a lot of the requited variety going on too.
It was the spring of 1971 and Hark's wife's sister flew over for a visit.
Can you see where this is going?
Yeah, Ferd fell in love with Hark's wife's sister and they eventually got married.
Ok, call my cynical, but I knew from the start that this marriage wasn't going to work. Come on, Hark's wife's sister was just a substitute for Hark's wife, it was obvious.
Not only that, I couldn't see Hark's wife's sister's upper middle class waspish upbringing meshing with Ferd's working class irish roots.
This marriage was doomed from the start.
Flash forward thirty years.
Through the miracle of the internet a bunch of us from the Crete 70-71 era were able to hook up. It was kind of cool, you know, retelling old war stories and catching up on what life had dealt a bunch of twenty year olds who were now fifty year olds.
Eventually, the online network sort of faded away and we drifted apart.
Hey, that's what happens.
Oh yeah, Hark and Ferd, and Hark's wife, and Hark's wife's sister ...
Ferd and Hark's wife's sister are living in Phoenix. He cleans pools and she works in an office, they play golf everyday, and have no kids.
Hark and Hark's wife had a couple of kids and were divorced.
Hark remarried.
Hark and his current wife are both high school teachers in eastern Ohio.
Hark's ex-wife, remarried and divorced a couple more times and is now a social worker and living alone in Buffalo. I bet she's still sucking on that lemon, and I bet she's a cat lady too!
That's it, there's no moral or anything, except that then, as now, my instincts suck.
Buck Naked Friday
There is a new phenomenon sweeping the blog world called Half Nekkid Thursday which is actually a pretty good idea except that I am not much of a joiner unless I have some means of control of the situation.
With that in mind I am starting a new feature called Buck Naked Friday, but instead of posting the pics on your blog you email them directly to me.
Multiple entries are not only accepted but encouraged.
Ok, I know the chances are slim and none, and slim just left town, that I will get any responses, but just thinking about it is giving me a bit of a chubby.
With that in mind I am starting a new feature called Buck Naked Friday, but instead of posting the pics on your blog you email them directly to me.
Multiple entries are not only accepted but encouraged.
Ok, I know the chances are slim and none, and slim just left town, that I will get any responses, but just thinking about it is giving me a bit of a chubby.
14.
I wasn't sure what was going on.
I absentmindedly started scratching a freckle on the back of my wrist.
She sighed and told me to quit picking at or it would start bleeding just like it did last time.
I was going to tell her that I wasn't picking at it, I was scratching it, but figured what's the use, and said nothing.
She shook her head disapprovingly and returned to her book.
I saw an ant carrying a crumb almost half it's size slowly heading towards the bathroom.
I watched it for awhile trying to imagine how much I could carry if I had the strength of an ant.
I got up intending to step on the ant when I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
[That Night-Link]
I absentmindedly started scratching a freckle on the back of my wrist.
She sighed and told me to quit picking at or it would start bleeding just like it did last time.
I was going to tell her that I wasn't picking at it, I was scratching it, but figured what's the use, and said nothing.
She shook her head disapprovingly and returned to her book.
I saw an ant carrying a crumb almost half it's size slowly heading towards the bathroom.
I watched it for awhile trying to imagine how much I could carry if I had the strength of an ant.
I got up intending to step on the ant when I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
[That Night-Link]
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
13.
I woke up in a cold sweat, thrashing about under the covers.
She looked up from her book and asked if I'd had a bad dream.
I closed my eyes real tight for a few seconds, opened them, and stared at her real hard.
I took a deep breath, kicked the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed and told her that yeah, I guess I must have.
[That Night-Link]
She looked up from her book and asked if I'd had a bad dream.
I closed my eyes real tight for a few seconds, opened them, and stared at her real hard.
I took a deep breath, kicked the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed and told her that yeah, I guess I must have.
[That Night-Link]
The wind blows free and so does he
Man, I doubt if I'll sleep at all tonight.
We've got a wind advisory and it must be gusting up to sixty miles an hour.
I've got enough problems trying to fall asleep, how am I supposed to .... ummmm, heh, nevermind.
Anyway, I've lost power three times tonight already, just for a split second, but still long enough to send every digital clock in the house into a 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 frenzy.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, huh, what, no, I wasn't asleep.
Ok, I'm not scared of the wind, oh no, it's nothing like that.
It's just that it, you know, it's just so noisy and stuff.
I'm soooooooooo tired.
Oh yeah, I heard gun fire about an hour and a half ago.
Geez!!!
This reminds me of the time that Scout and Tom took the shortcut back from school the night of the open house, remember how windy it was that night.
His name was Tom, wasn't it.
No, it wasn't Tom, I just checked, it was Jem.
Where did I get Tom???
It is sooooooooooo fucking windy.
Tree branches scrapping against the house and windows.
Ceiling tiles rising and falling.
Floor boards creaking.
Lights dimming.
Back to the gunshot, or rifle shot.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was a rifle shot, because fire arm deer hunting season started yesterday, and it was probably some drunk hunter accidentally discharging his rifle. I mean, but still!!!
So anyway, yeah.
I think I'll turn on the tv and watch the farm reports, I've sort of lost track of the soybean futures the past couple ... DECADES.
But ha ...
I said ha ...
I can sleep all day today if I so desire.
So Mr. Wind go bite somebody else on the ass.
We've got a wind advisory and it must be gusting up to sixty miles an hour.
I've got enough problems trying to fall asleep, how am I supposed to .... ummmm, heh, nevermind.
Anyway, I've lost power three times tonight already, just for a split second, but still long enough to send every digital clock in the house into a 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 frenzy.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, huh, what, no, I wasn't asleep.
Ok, I'm not scared of the wind, oh no, it's nothing like that.
It's just that it, you know, it's just so noisy and stuff.
I'm soooooooooo tired.
Oh yeah, I heard gun fire about an hour and a half ago.
Geez!!!
This reminds me of the time that Scout and Tom took the shortcut back from school the night of the open house, remember how windy it was that night.
His name was Tom, wasn't it.
No, it wasn't Tom, I just checked, it was Jem.
Where did I get Tom???
It is sooooooooooo fucking windy.
Tree branches scrapping against the house and windows.
Ceiling tiles rising and falling.
Floor boards creaking.
Lights dimming.
Back to the gunshot, or rifle shot.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was a rifle shot, because fire arm deer hunting season started yesterday, and it was probably some drunk hunter accidentally discharging his rifle. I mean, but still!!!
So anyway, yeah.
I think I'll turn on the tv and watch the farm reports, I've sort of lost track of the soybean futures the past couple ... DECADES.
But ha ...
I said ha ...
I can sleep all day today if I so desire.
So Mr. Wind go bite somebody else on the ass.
Even Don Quixote gets the blues
I don't get a lot of hateful feedback, but I get enough.
It's always from guys in their 30's who resent the fact that I am 55 years old but don't act like it.
Well, fuck 'em.
It's more than that though.
It's guys in their 30's who resent the fact that most of the handful of visitors I get are women in their 30's.
Hey, when I started writing this thing over three years ago I didn't write with a certain demographic in mind. I didn't try to cultivate a certain type of visitor. I just wrote ... whatever, hoping that someone might stumble in and liked what I had to say well enough to leave a comment every once in awhile.
For the most part it's worked.
Sure, there are times that I wish that I was one of those immensely popular blogs with tons of comments everyday, but ehhhhh.
I think I've found myself a comfortable little niche in my little corner of the internet.
I think I am pretty well known in the area of personal blogs.
I think my writing is fairly entertaining.
I guess what I am trying to say that if you don't like me, if you don't like what I write, if you don't like the way I lead my life .... who the fuck cares.
Oh yeah, if you attack people that I care about I will retaliate.
[See Previous Post]
It's always from guys in their 30's who resent the fact that I am 55 years old but don't act like it.
Well, fuck 'em.
It's more than that though.
It's guys in their 30's who resent the fact that most of the handful of visitors I get are women in their 30's.
Hey, when I started writing this thing over three years ago I didn't write with a certain demographic in mind. I didn't try to cultivate a certain type of visitor. I just wrote ... whatever, hoping that someone might stumble in and liked what I had to say well enough to leave a comment every once in awhile.
For the most part it's worked.
Sure, there are times that I wish that I was one of those immensely popular blogs with tons of comments everyday, but ehhhhh.
I think I've found myself a comfortable little niche in my little corner of the internet.
I think I am pretty well known in the area of personal blogs.
I think my writing is fairly entertaining.
I guess what I am trying to say that if you don't like me, if you don't like what I write, if you don't like the way I lead my life .... who the fuck cares.
Oh yeah, if you attack people that I care about I will retaliate.
[See Previous Post]
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Bring it on
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Hey Super-Bozu! How does it feel to be such a slimeball that you can actually capitalize on someone else's weakness in order to get cheap phone sex? How does it feel to know that the mother whose house you live in has moments of great disappointment when she considers the fact that her son grew up to be a pathetic loser who never did anything with his life? How does it feel to know that fantasy girl doesn't ever want to meet you in real life because, amongst other things, old age plus bad diet plus hormonal deficiency equals a really unpleasant smell? Please enlighten me!
justin | 11.15.05 - 9:19 pm | #
This is the guy who said that.
How worried should I be? He might as well have LATENT tattooed on his forehead.
Hey Super-Bozu! How does it feel to be such a slimeball that you can actually capitalize on someone else's weakness in order to get cheap phone sex? How does it feel to know that the mother whose house you live in has moments of great disappointment when she considers the fact that her son grew up to be a pathetic loser who never did anything with his life? How does it feel to know that fantasy girl doesn't ever want to meet you in real life because, amongst other things, old age plus bad diet plus hormonal deficiency equals a really unpleasant smell? Please enlighten me!
justin | 11.15.05 - 9:19 pm | #
This is the guy who said that.
How worried should I be? He might as well have LATENT tattooed on his forehead.
Fuck you Moody Blues
It's 2:15 in the afternoon and I am sitting here in a t-shirt and jeans, no shoes, no socks, no service, and I can't even get motivated enough to ...
Comb my hair
Lick my wounds
Look out the window
Pick up my socks
Take a couple of Tylenol
Make up my mind
Do the Hustle
Go back to bed
Kiss an angel good morning (thank you Charlie Pride)
Change my mind
Learn a foreign language
Turn on a light
Turn off a light
Turn on
Tune in
Drop Out (thank you Timothy Leary)
Drop Dead (Thank you Alfred E Neuman)
Check my attitude at the door
Scratch my balls, well, I can do that
Hope for the best
Expect the wurst, hahaha
Inherit the wind
Reap the wind
Pass the wind, ooops, sorry
Worship false idols
etc ...
etc ...
etc ...
I lied, I'm not wearing jeans, but most of the rest is true.
Comb my hair
Lick my wounds
Look out the window
Pick up my socks
Take a couple of Tylenol
Make up my mind
Do the Hustle
Go back to bed
Kiss an angel good morning (thank you Charlie Pride)
Change my mind
Learn a foreign language
Turn on a light
Turn off a light
Turn on
Tune in
Drop Out (thank you Timothy Leary)
Drop Dead (Thank you Alfred E Neuman)
Check my attitude at the door
Scratch my balls, well, I can do that
Hope for the best
Expect the wurst, hahaha
Inherit the wind
Reap the wind
Pass the wind, ooops, sorry
Worship false idols
etc ...
etc ...
etc ...
I lied, I'm not wearing jeans, but most of the rest is true.
Monday, November 14, 2005
E Tawas Time
So, I get a call from the guy that rakes leaves for me at EIGHT THIRTY IN THE FUCKING MORNING saying that since the weather for the next few days is going to bad that he would like to rake the leaves this afternoon. Sure, fine, go ahead, whatever ...
It's now 3:11 in the afternoon and he hasn't shown up yet. Being that it is at least a four hour job and it will be pitch dark in three hours I think he's a no show.
Actual leaves from my actual front yard.
Actually, it was taken last year.
Update: The leaf guy just showed up with his girl friend/wife and another guy at 3:45, so maybe they will get it done before dark.
It's now 3:11 in the afternoon and he hasn't shown up yet. Being that it is at least a four hour job and it will be pitch dark in three hours I think he's a no show.
Actual leaves from my actual front yard.
Actually, it was taken last year.
Update: The leaf guy just showed up with his girl friend/wife and another guy at 3:45, so maybe they will get it done before dark.
Reading is fun and mental
A year ago at this time I had no books in my library, actually I didn't even have a library, mostly because I had quit reading about 15 years ago.
I just counted and now I have twenty five books in my library, that's if you can call the top of two dressers between the speakers of my CD player a library.
Yeah, twenty five books. I haven't read all of them, but I will, well, except for that Judy Blume book which I'll probably give to my niece if she comes up for Thanksgiving like she said she would.
There's quite a few Stephen King novels. He's pretty easy to pick up and kind of hard to put down.
Then I've got a couple by Joseph Heller, both Catch-22 and it's sequel that I can't remember the title of of, that Belle sent to me, and yeah, Catch-22 is probably my favorite read of all time.
Then there is a poetry anthology that Melissa sent to me that just screams BEAT GENERATION with William Carlos Williams, and Ferlinghetti, and Ginsberg, and the rest of the best minds of their generation ...
Then there are the Salinger's and the Lynda Barry's, that really started me reading again, that Amy sent to me, and I don't know who had a more profound effect on me Seymour or Marlys.
I can't forget all the bargains I've gotten for myself at the library book sale rack. There's The Godfather by Puzo, The Boys of Summer by Kahn, and I, Robot by Asimov, and Alice in Wonderland by Carroll, and some novel by Kafka that isn't Metamorphosis.
Of course there's the crappy crime novels that I love to read. There's one about the murder of Bob Crane, you know Colonel Hogan from Hogan's Heroes, and then there's the one about death of George Superman Reeves which could have been suicide or could have been murder and could have been a lot better written ...
Ok, yeah, I still haven't read the Henry Millers. I'm such a poseur, but seriously, I'll get to him eventually.
So yeah, reading is a good thing and I wonder why I ever stopped in the first place.
I just counted and now I have twenty five books in my library, that's if you can call the top of two dressers between the speakers of my CD player a library.
Yeah, twenty five books. I haven't read all of them, but I will, well, except for that Judy Blume book which I'll probably give to my niece if she comes up for Thanksgiving like she said she would.
There's quite a few Stephen King novels. He's pretty easy to pick up and kind of hard to put down.
Then I've got a couple by Joseph Heller, both Catch-22 and it's sequel that I can't remember the title of of, that Belle sent to me, and yeah, Catch-22 is probably my favorite read of all time.
Then there is a poetry anthology that Melissa sent to me that just screams BEAT GENERATION with William Carlos Williams, and Ferlinghetti, and Ginsberg, and the rest of the best minds of their generation ...
Then there are the Salinger's and the Lynda Barry's, that really started me reading again, that Amy sent to me, and I don't know who had a more profound effect on me Seymour or Marlys.
I can't forget all the bargains I've gotten for myself at the library book sale rack. There's The Godfather by Puzo, The Boys of Summer by Kahn, and I, Robot by Asimov, and Alice in Wonderland by Carroll, and some novel by Kafka that isn't Metamorphosis.
Of course there's the crappy crime novels that I love to read. There's one about the murder of Bob Crane, you know Colonel Hogan from Hogan's Heroes, and then there's the one about death of George Superman Reeves which could have been suicide or could have been murder and could have been a lot better written ...
Ok, yeah, I still haven't read the Henry Millers. I'm such a poseur, but seriously, I'll get to him eventually.
So yeah, reading is a good thing and I wonder why I ever stopped in the first place.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
I trust no one, not even myself.
Parents murdered, girl kidnapped.
Am I overly cynical or does something seem fishy here?
Here's my take on it.
The kidnapper and the girl were boyfriend and girlfriend, the parents disapproved, the teenagers killed them, and then took off.
Am I overly cynical or does something seem fishy here?
Here's my take on it.
The kidnapper and the girl were boyfriend and girlfriend, the parents disapproved, the teenagers killed them, and then took off.
Seriously he says
I seriously think that the writer of one of the blogs I read is going insane. We'll just leave it at that, but if you think it may be you, maybe you should seek some help, seriously.
Anyway, I got a flu shot on Friday and it has knocked me on my ass. It feels like a dump trunk has run over the left side of my body, and I've been sneezing all day, ten at a time.
Ahhhhhh ...
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
Choooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
And I'm feeling feverish too, too, too.
And I'm fat.
Hello, I'm boz and I weigh 252 pounds.
Ok, I'm six foot three so I'm not fat to the point where I have to tool around the Evil Empire in a motorized cart, but I'm fat ... fat ... fat ...
I am seriously going on a diet starting two days ago, and I'm going to try and take off 30 pounds by my birthday which is like seven months away.
I guess that's it.
I'm going to have a candy bar and go to bed.
Anyway, I got a flu shot on Friday and it has knocked me on my ass. It feels like a dump trunk has run over the left side of my body, and I've been sneezing all day, ten at a time.
Ahhhhhh ...
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
choooooooooooo
Choooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
And I'm feeling feverish too, too, too.
And I'm fat.
Hello, I'm boz and I weigh 252 pounds.
Ok, I'm six foot three so I'm not fat to the point where I have to tool around the Evil Empire in a motorized cart, but I'm fat ... fat ... fat ...
I am seriously going on a diet starting two days ago, and I'm going to try and take off 30 pounds by my birthday which is like seven months away.
I guess that's it.
I'm going to have a candy bar and go to bed.
Friday, November 11, 2005
I'm not dead yet
So, what have I been doing while I haven't been posting?
I've been reading the Shawshank Redemption part of S. King's Different Seasons.
And ...
I've been downloading and burning CDs, including that one by Lucinda Williams that I can't remember the name of, you know what it is though, it's her last studio release, the one that she says fuck a few times on.
I've also downloaded and burnt Wayward Angels by Kasey Chambers, and I've downloaded but haven't burnt Furnace Room Lullabys by Neko Case.
I've also sent a get well CD to a friend of a whole lot of Nancy Sinatra stuff.
Hmmm, a lot of music going down, huh!
That's because music is in my stream, as Lucinda William's would say.
Whoa ...
A lot of music by WOMEN going down, excellent.
Oh yeah, I bought the book Heroes and Villains: The True Story of the Beach Boys off of EBay tonight. The book was only fifty cents, the s&h was 3 bucks minus a penny. I have to get into that s&h racket, that's where all the money is. Murry Wilson, their father is crazier than bat shit. Yeah, it's Murry, not Murray, or Muarry, or Marie, or Fred ... Murry. Good old Mur' used to pop out his glass eye and make Brian stare into the empty eye socket as a means of inspiration and punishment. Good old Mur' also cuffed Brian on the head so many times that he was deaf in one ear. Good old Mur' also tied Brian to a tree in the front yard because, well because, he could, I guess.
There's also a rumor that GOM once made Brian take a dump on a plate in the living room in front of the rest of the family.
I mean, I really want to read this book!!!
Finally, on a sad note. I had to buy fat pants today.
Yeah,
Fat ...
Pants ...
I've been reading the Shawshank Redemption part of S. King's Different Seasons.
And ...
I've been downloading and burning CDs, including that one by Lucinda Williams that I can't remember the name of, you know what it is though, it's her last studio release, the one that she says fuck a few times on.
I've also downloaded and burnt Wayward Angels by Kasey Chambers, and I've downloaded but haven't burnt Furnace Room Lullabys by Neko Case.
I've also sent a get well CD to a friend of a whole lot of Nancy Sinatra stuff.
Hmmm, a lot of music going down, huh!
That's because music is in my stream, as Lucinda William's would say.
Whoa ...
A lot of music by WOMEN going down, excellent.
Oh yeah, I bought the book Heroes and Villains: The True Story of the Beach Boys off of EBay tonight. The book was only fifty cents, the s&h was 3 bucks minus a penny. I have to get into that s&h racket, that's where all the money is. Murry Wilson, their father is crazier than bat shit. Yeah, it's Murry, not Murray, or Muarry, or Marie, or Fred ... Murry. Good old Mur' used to pop out his glass eye and make Brian stare into the empty eye socket as a means of inspiration and punishment. Good old Mur' also cuffed Brian on the head so many times that he was deaf in one ear. Good old Mur' also tied Brian to a tree in the front yard because, well because, he could, I guess.
There's also a rumor that GOM once made Brian take a dump on a plate in the living room in front of the rest of the family.
I mean, I really want to read this book!!!
Finally, on a sad note. I had to buy fat pants today.
Yeah,
Fat ...
Pants ...
Monday, November 07, 2005
Pick a number between 1 and 48730
It's official.
I am more Boz than I am Ken.
I surrender.
Long live Boz.
Long live The Grand Ennui.
Is this good or bad?
I don't know, I wonder what Boz thinks.
I am more Boz than I am Ken.
I surrender.
Long live Boz.
Long live The Grand Ennui.
Is this good or bad?
I don't know, I wonder what Boz thinks.
I've pretty much said all that there is to say.
Blah ...
Slap, kick, bite, fade left, fade right, drool.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the middle of a riot when I was in Japan?
And then there was that time I almost burnt down the barracks.
And I don't know how many times some drunken Japanese local yelled Atomic Bomb, Atomic Bomb, Atomic Bomb at me, and I drunkenly yelled back Baatan Death March Baby, Baatan Death March.
But anyway ...
Blah ...
Slap, kick, bite, fade left, fade right, drool.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was in the middle of a riot when I was in Japan?
And then there was that time I almost burnt down the barracks.
And I don't know how many times some drunken Japanese local yelled Atomic Bomb, Atomic Bomb, Atomic Bomb at me, and I drunkenly yelled back Baatan Death March Baby, Baatan Death March.
But anyway ...
Sunday, November 06, 2005
12.
He stood there waiting as a million questions went through my mind.
As I was about to speak an alarm went off and the room went dark.
The door burst open and there was a white hot flash as the man with the crew cut and the grey suit collapsed on the floor.
Someone took hold of my arm and led me out the door.
Link
As I was about to speak an alarm went off and the room went dark.
The door burst open and there was a white hot flash as the man with the crew cut and the grey suit collapsed on the floor.
Someone took hold of my arm and led me out the door.
Link
Saturday, November 05, 2005
11.
Who was I kidding.
She was going to blame me for this.
Somehow all of this was going to be my fault.
I knew what was going through her mind at this very moment.
He shouldn't have pressed me.
He should have let it run it's course.
He shouldn't have left.
It's his ritual.
It's not my fucking ritual.
The door opened and the taller and older man with the crewcut and the grey suit came into the room.
He smiled at me and asked if I had any questions.
Link
She was going to blame me for this.
Somehow all of this was going to be my fault.
I knew what was going through her mind at this very moment.
He shouldn't have pressed me.
He should have let it run it's course.
He shouldn't have left.
It's his ritual.
It's not my fucking ritual.
The door opened and the taller and older man with the crewcut and the grey suit came into the room.
He smiled at me and asked if I had any questions.
Link
10.
A voice came over a speaker that was mounted over the door.
It was a man's voice.
I assumed he had a crew cut and wore a grey suit.
He told me that if I were hungry there was food in the refrigerator, and that I should help myself.
I spoke for the first time.
I asked them what they wanted with me.
There was no answer, just music.
It sounded like the fm local classic rock station.
If it were a local station that would be a good thing.
Link
It was a man's voice.
I assumed he had a crew cut and wore a grey suit.
He told me that if I were hungry there was food in the refrigerator, and that I should help myself.
I spoke for the first time.
I asked them what they wanted with me.
There was no answer, just music.
It sounded like the fm local classic rock station.
If it were a local station that would be a good thing.
Link
Friday, November 04, 2005
9.
How long had I been out?
Was it a few hours.
Was it a few days.
I scratched my chin, there was stubble.
I had shaved last night, or was that the dream?
I had a gut feeling it had to be at least twenty four hours.
She had to have missed me by now.
She must have called the authorities by now.
But the men with the crewcuts and grey suits, they had to be some kind of authority, didn't they?
She must be frantic by now.
God, I hope she is.
Link
Was it a few hours.
Was it a few days.
I scratched my chin, there was stubble.
I had shaved last night, or was that the dream?
I had a gut feeling it had to be at least twenty four hours.
She had to have missed me by now.
She must have called the authorities by now.
But the men with the crewcuts and grey suits, they had to be some kind of authority, didn't they?
She must be frantic by now.
God, I hope she is.
Link
8.
There were two men standing before me.
They both had crewcuts, they both wore grey suits.
The younger and the smaller of the two men stepped forward grabbed my wrist and took my pulse.
He then took a small flashlight out of his pocket and checked my vision.
He wrote something in a small notebook and showed it to the other man.
Without a word they turned around and left the room.
The door clicked and locked behind them.
I appeared to be in some sort of break room or staff lounge.
The left sleeve of my shirt was cut off above the elbow.
My forearm stung.
I peeled back a bandage to reveal two little pin pricks.
These were not poachers.
Link
They both had crewcuts, they both wore grey suits.
The younger and the smaller of the two men stepped forward grabbed my wrist and took my pulse.
He then took a small flashlight out of his pocket and checked my vision.
He wrote something in a small notebook and showed it to the other man.
Without a word they turned around and left the room.
The door clicked and locked behind them.
I appeared to be in some sort of break room or staff lounge.
The left sleeve of my shirt was cut off above the elbow.
My forearm stung.
I peeled back a bandage to reveal two little pin pricks.
These were not poachers.
Link
7.
I was in the bathroom shaving.
I loved the bathroom mirror it always made me look better than I actually looked.
She was already in bed and she called to me to hurry up.
I told her I'd be there in a second and I started to rinse the lather off my face.
I looked back in the mirror while reaching for a towel.
And there was that shape again reflected in the mirror coming towards me.
A hard slap to the face brought me back to reality.
I shook my head trying to get rid of the cobwebs and then I opened my eyes.
Link
I loved the bathroom mirror it always made me look better than I actually looked.
She was already in bed and she called to me to hurry up.
I told her I'd be there in a second and I started to rinse the lather off my face.
I looked back in the mirror while reaching for a towel.
And there was that shape again reflected in the mirror coming towards me.
A hard slap to the face brought me back to reality.
I shook my head trying to get rid of the cobwebs and then I opened my eyes.
Link
6.
The shape came closer.
It was definitely two, maybe three people.
They were carrying rifles.
They had to be poachers
This didn't look good.
I knew I was in serious trouble.
It was too late to jump in my car and take off.
A fleeting image of Ned Beatty squealing like a pig passed through my mind.
I had to do something.
I had to say something.
Think, think, think.
I had to convince them that I wasn't some kind of a cop.
I had to convince them I was a good old boy just like them.
I started to speak, and then I felt a blunt object strike the back of my head.
My knees began to buckle, and then I blacked out.
Link
It was definitely two, maybe three people.
They were carrying rifles.
They had to be poachers
This didn't look good.
I knew I was in serious trouble.
It was too late to jump in my car and take off.
A fleeting image of Ned Beatty squealing like a pig passed through my mind.
I had to do something.
I had to say something.
Think, think, think.
I had to convince them that I wasn't some kind of a cop.
I had to convince them I was a good old boy just like them.
I started to speak, and then I felt a blunt object strike the back of my head.
My knees began to buckle, and then I blacked out.
Link
4.
I couldn't make out what it was, it was too far off in the distance.
All I could see was a shape rustling towards me.
It could have been a man, it could have been an animal, it could have been anything.
Why did I stop?
So what if there had been poachers.
What was I going to do, make a citizens arrest?
I could hear whatever it was now coming towards me.
I was getting nervous.
Why hadn't I gotten my flashlight out of the glove compartment?
Why hadn't I got a tire iron out of the trunk?
Why hadn't I kept that gun that my brother had given me for Christmas ten years ago?
Why did I let her silences get the best of me?
All I could see was a shape rustling towards me.
It could have been a man, it could have been an animal, it could have been anything.
Why did I stop?
So what if there had been poachers.
What was I going to do, make a citizens arrest?
I could hear whatever it was now coming towards me.
I was getting nervous.
Why hadn't I gotten my flashlight out of the glove compartment?
Why hadn't I got a tire iron out of the trunk?
Why hadn't I kept that gun that my brother had given me for Christmas ten years ago?
Why did I let her silences get the best of me?
3.
Standing there in the cool November air I decided it was time to go home.
It was part of the ritual.
I'd get mad.
I'd drive.
I'd go home.
All would be forgiven.
I took a last drag on my cigarette, and flicked it in the air.
Then by the orange light of the burning ember I saw something.
It was part of the ritual.
I'd get mad.
I'd drive.
I'd go home.
All would be forgiven.
I took a last drag on my cigarette, and flicked it in the air.
Then by the orange light of the burning ember I saw something.
2.
I had left in a hurry that night.
Her silence was driving me crazy and I knew I had to get out before I said, or did, something I would regret.
So I drove.
I always drove.
Her silence was driving me crazy and I knew I had to get out before I said, or did, something I would regret.
So I drove.
I always drove.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
1.
It was late, and I had been driving non-stop most of the night.
I saw flashes up ahead.
There was a lot of wild game in this area and I am sure they were muzzle flashes.
It had to be poachers.
I slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road.
I turned off my engine and sat and listened.
The only sound was John Cougar Mellencamp singing a little ditty about Jack and Diane.
I opened my door.
Ding ding ding ding
Looked around and got out.
It was still.
Maybe they weren't flashes after all.
Maybe it was just my imagination.
Maybe I should just get back in my car and take off.
Maybe I will after my head clears and I finish the cigarette that I promised myself I wouldn't have.
I saw flashes up ahead.
There was a lot of wild game in this area and I am sure they were muzzle flashes.
It had to be poachers.
I slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road.
I turned off my engine and sat and listened.
The only sound was John Cougar Mellencamp singing a little ditty about Jack and Diane.
I opened my door.
Ding ding ding ding
Looked around and got out.
It was still.
Maybe they weren't flashes after all.
Maybe it was just my imagination.
Maybe I should just get back in my car and take off.
Maybe I will after my head clears and I finish the cigarette that I promised myself I wouldn't have.
Lose this blog
Before noon on thursday I would like to ...
1. Get an email.
2. Discover a cure for anything.
3. Get a phone call from someone who isn't trying to sell me something.
4.Kick See somebody's ass.
5. See the movie Stewardess School.
6. Lose twenty five pounds.
7. Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
8. Increase the size of my #117 by 11.7 per cent.
9. I don't know but it has something to do with boobs.
10. Cry manly tears.
1. Get an email.
2. Discover a cure for anything.
3. Get a phone call from someone who isn't trying to sell me something.
4.
5. See the movie Stewardess School.
6. Lose twenty five pounds.
7. Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
8. Increase the size of my #117 by 11.7 per cent.
9. I don't know but it has something to do with boobs.
10. Cry manly tears.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Steal this blog
I just read my grand niece's blog.
She's 16 years old and she went out trick or treating on Monday, but she said she only stayed out for two and a half hours!
The last time I went out trick or treating I was twelve years old and I barely made it down the street and back, twenty minutes tops.
Trick or treating isn't for teenagers unless you're a tard, and she isn't a tard, she may be a cutter, and a bulimic, and have a lesbian for a best friend, but still ... she isn't a tard.
Ok, she is on the high school golf team, but still ...
Ok, the Grand Dufus is her brother, but still ...
Ok, Mother Boz is her great grandmother, and don't get me started on MB, but still ...
Ok, her dog Lucky may be retarded, but still ...
I mean all that should be balanced out by the fact that I am her grand uncle.
Don't you think???
Am I right?
Well, am I?
She's 16 years old and she went out trick or treating on Monday, but she said she only stayed out for two and a half hours!
The last time I went out trick or treating I was twelve years old and I barely made it down the street and back, twenty minutes tops.
Trick or treating isn't for teenagers unless you're a tard, and she isn't a tard, she may be a cutter, and a bulimic, and have a lesbian for a best friend, but still ... she isn't a tard.
Ok, she is on the high school golf team, but still ...
Ok, the Grand Dufus is her brother, but still ...
Ok, Mother Boz is her great grandmother, and don't get me started on MB, but still ...
Ok, her dog Lucky may be retarded, but still ...
I mean all that should be balanced out by the fact that I am her grand uncle.
Don't you think???
Am I right?
Well, am I?
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Random play music stuff
1. Hard Lovin' Loser - Richard and Mimi Farina
Richard Farina and Bob Dylan had an intense rivalry in the early to mid 60's. Farina was jealous of Dylan's musical success and Dylan was jealous of Farina's novel Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me. The rivalry became so intense that after Dylan was injured in a motorcycle accident Farina went him one better and was killed in a motorcycle accident. Mimi Farina is the younger much prettier, but less talented sister of Joan Baez.
2. Hey Paula - Paul and Paula
Early 60's I love you-uuuu song. Paul and Paula were supposedly brother and sister which makes the song a lot kinkier than you would first think.
3. Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)- Harry Belafonte
The song that supposedly sounded the death knell of rock and roll and ushered in the new musical craze ... Calypso!!!
4. Susan - The Buckinghams
A Chicago based group that had four of five hits in the mid-60's. When I was stationed on Crete I was friends with a guy from Chicago who had been in a band that had opened for the Buckinghams all over the tri state area.
5. Time - The Chambers Brothers
A very long-ggggggggggggggg song that was perfect for what was then called Underground Music circa 1967-69. I'm pretty sure the lead singer had an orgasm around the 10 minute mark, at least it sounded like he did. Circa, hahaha.
6. Skip A Rope - Henson Cargill
Country hit that became a cross over pop hit in 1968 about how our words can poison the minds of our children ... WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN!!!
7. Pink Cadillac - Bruce Springsteen
Pank Cadillac, Pank Cadillac, Pank Cadillac.
8. Wasn't Born To Follow - The Byrds
Twangy guitar and harmony band that covered Dylan songs. They were led by Jim McGuinn who changed his name to Roger McGuinn on the advice of his guru. Why Roger, why not Krishnu, or Rami, or Egbert???
9. Dear Lady Twist - Gary US Bonds
Between the time that Elvis was drafted and the Beatles hit American popular music was very bleak. The blackness was all but wrung out of it and the scence was dominated by the likes of Frankie Avalon, Bobby Rydell, and Fabian. Gary US Bonds was an exception. He was a real Cajun rocker of god only knows what racial mix.
10. Brandy (You're A Fine Girl)- Looking Glass
She really was a fine girl, nuff said, because it's time for the hockey game.
Richard Farina and Bob Dylan had an intense rivalry in the early to mid 60's. Farina was jealous of Dylan's musical success and Dylan was jealous of Farina's novel Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me. The rivalry became so intense that after Dylan was injured in a motorcycle accident Farina went him one better and was killed in a motorcycle accident. Mimi Farina is the younger much prettier, but less talented sister of Joan Baez.
2. Hey Paula - Paul and Paula
Early 60's I love you-uuuu song. Paul and Paula were supposedly brother and sister which makes the song a lot kinkier than you would first think.
3. Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)- Harry Belafonte
The song that supposedly sounded the death knell of rock and roll and ushered in the new musical craze ... Calypso!!!
4. Susan - The Buckinghams
A Chicago based group that had four of five hits in the mid-60's. When I was stationed on Crete I was friends with a guy from Chicago who had been in a band that had opened for the Buckinghams all over the tri state area.
5. Time - The Chambers Brothers
A very long-ggggggggggggggg song that was perfect for what was then called Underground Music circa 1967-69. I'm pretty sure the lead singer had an orgasm around the 10 minute mark, at least it sounded like he did. Circa, hahaha.
6. Skip A Rope - Henson Cargill
Country hit that became a cross over pop hit in 1968 about how our words can poison the minds of our children ... WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN!!!
7. Pink Cadillac - Bruce Springsteen
Pank Cadillac, Pank Cadillac, Pank Cadillac.
8. Wasn't Born To Follow - The Byrds
Twangy guitar and harmony band that covered Dylan songs. They were led by Jim McGuinn who changed his name to Roger McGuinn on the advice of his guru. Why Roger, why not Krishnu, or Rami, or Egbert???
9. Dear Lady Twist - Gary US Bonds
Between the time that Elvis was drafted and the Beatles hit American popular music was very bleak. The blackness was all but wrung out of it and the scence was dominated by the likes of Frankie Avalon, Bobby Rydell, and Fabian. Gary US Bonds was an exception. He was a real Cajun rocker of god only knows what racial mix.
10. Brandy (You're A Fine Girl)- Looking Glass
She really was a fine girl, nuff said, because it's time for the hockey game.
Monday, October 31, 2005
My window on the world
Why Halloween is great.
The twelve year old boy that lives next door and the twelve year old girl that lives across the street sorta kinda found out that they like each other.
Why Halloween sucks.
They sorta kinda found out that they like each other under the streetlight right outside my bedroom window an HOUR AGO.
Have you ever noticed just how annoying a twelve year old boy's bragadoccio and a twelve year old girl's giggle gets after an HOUR???
The twelve year old boy that lives next door and the twelve year old girl that lives across the street sorta kinda found out that they like each other.
Why Halloween sucks.
They sorta kinda found out that they like each other under the streetlight right outside my bedroom window an HOUR AGO.
Have you ever noticed just how annoying a twelve year old boy's bragadoccio and a twelve year old girl's giggle gets after an HOUR???
Even at twenty they knew, they knew, they knew
Boz isn't the first nickname I've had.
I was called Whitey when I was a kid because my hair was so blonde, and I was called Nat after Nat King Cole.
But the nickname that really stuck was given to me by a guy who sat next to me at work when I was stationed on Crete.
He said I reminded him of Lather from the Jefferson Airplane song of the same name.
Right click and open in new window to hear Lather by the Jefferson Airplane.
Lather
Jefferson Airplane
Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
There was Howard E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Commanding his very own tank.
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
To lie about nude in the sand,
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
And thrashing the air with his hands.
But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
He produces the finest of sound,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
Snorting the best licks in town,
But that's all over...
Lather was thirty years old today,
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous,
what the old men call insane,
And sometimes he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.
I was called Whitey when I was a kid because my hair was so blonde, and I was called Nat after Nat King Cole.
But the nickname that really stuck was given to me by a guy who sat next to me at work when I was stationed on Crete.
He said I reminded him of Lather from the Jefferson Airplane song of the same name.
Right click and open in new window to hear Lather by the Jefferson Airplane.
Lather
Jefferson Airplane
Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
There was Howard E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Commanding his very own tank.
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
To lie about nude in the sand,
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
And thrashing the air with his hands.
But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
He produces the finest of sound,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
Snorting the best licks in town,
But that's all over...
Lather was thirty years old today,
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous,
what the old men call insane,
And sometimes he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.
Just one of those things
I feel like screaming.
It's nothing serious I just feel like screaming.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Throw in some ringing of hands, a couple of forehead slaps, and maybe a little gnashing of teeth and ...
Yeah, that'll do it.
Thanks for caring.
It's nothing serious I just feel like screaming.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Throw in some ringing of hands, a couple of forehead slaps, and maybe a little gnashing of teeth and ...
Yeah, that'll do it.
Thanks for caring.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
I feel for you, no seriously
How I spent my summer vacation first day back on eastern standard time.
1. Sleeping as long as possible, you see, that's the key to avoiding the jet lag associated with the time change, sleep, sleep, sleep.
2. Wearing my pair of mis-matched socks, it's not like I'm leaving the house or anything.
3. Taking the really smelly trash out.
4. Shaking my head at just how bad the Detroit Lions are.
5. Checking my lymph node to see if the swelling has gone down, it has.
6. Talking to my brother-in-law on the phone, no not the one who sounds like Dan Rather, the other one down in Flint, and assuring him that the house is alright. He really worries about the house being alright.
7. Paying bills, well, I'll do that later on tonight, but at least I am thinking about it.
8. Ignoring the voices in my head that say Kill ... Kill ... Kill.
9. Listening to the voices in my head that say Eat ... Eat ... Eat.
10. Reconsidering listening to the voices in my head that say Kill ... Kill ... Kill because my next door neighbor is using his 400 horsepower leaf blower right outside my window.
1. Sleeping as long as possible, you see, that's the key to avoiding the jet lag associated with the time change, sleep, sleep, sleep.
2. Wearing my pair of mis-matched socks, it's not like I'm leaving the house or anything.
3. Taking the really smelly trash out.
4. Shaking my head at just how bad the Detroit Lions are.
5. Checking my lymph node to see if the swelling has gone down, it has.
6. Talking to my brother-in-law on the phone, no not the one who sounds like Dan Rather, the other one down in Flint, and assuring him that the house is alright. He really worries about the house being alright.
7. Paying bills, well, I'll do that later on tonight, but at least I am thinking about it.
8. Ignoring the voices in my head that say Kill ... Kill ... Kill.
9. Listening to the voices in my head that say Eat ... Eat ... Eat.
10. Reconsidering listening to the voices in my head that say Kill ... Kill ... Kill because my next door neighbor is using his 400 horsepower leaf blower right outside my window.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Of course ...
If my lymph node swells up any more I can go as Rosey Grier and Ray Milland as
The Thing With Two Heads.
The Thing With Two Heads.
Trick or Treat
So, first I thought I'd dress up as Buddy Holly.
But then I remembered that Gary Busey played Buddy Holly, so I thought I'd dress up as Gary Busey.
Then I remembered that Gary Busey was just a younger version of Nick Nolte so I thought I'd dress up like Nick Nolte.
And then I remembered ... It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again, and I decided on the obvious ... Jame Gumb aka Buffalo Bill.
Yes, it will, Precious, won't it? It will get the hose!
But then I remembered that Gary Busey played Buddy Holly, so I thought I'd dress up as Gary Busey.
Then I remembered that Gary Busey was just a younger version of Nick Nolte so I thought I'd dress up like Nick Nolte.
And then I remembered ... It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again, and I decided on the obvious ... Jame Gumb aka Buffalo Bill.
Yes, it will, Precious, won't it? It will get the hose!
Friday, October 28, 2005
The lymph node that ate Cincinnati
So, I bit the inside of my mouth big time last night, and it HURT, but eventually it stopped hurting so I forgot about it.
When I got up this morning everything was fine like strawberry wine so I went about my daily routine which usually consists of trying not to go back to bed.
Then at about 1:15 this afternoon I went in to shave and when I was washing my face the whole right side of my face hurt and my throat for my ear down to my chin was swollen.
I asked my new BFF Dan-o what I should do and he told me I should go to the doctor.
So, yeah, like anyway, when the doctor checked me out he said that my lymph node was infected and it was probably because of the bite, so he gave me a prescription for an antibiotic and said if it wasn't better in a week to ten days to give him a call and we'd go from there.
But yeah, it's probably from the bite, or maybe from my sinus, but it is my lymph node, and it is infected, and I've already taken the first dose of my antibiotic, and my adrenaline rush is slowly receding, and I think the antibiotic is making me drowsy, and yeah, I can already notice the swelling going down a little bit, and it was probably a good idea that I went over there today, and while I was there I asked about a flu shot and .............
When I got up this morning everything was fine like strawberry wine so I went about my daily routine which usually consists of trying not to go back to bed.
Then at about 1:15 this afternoon I went in to shave and when I was washing my face the whole right side of my face hurt and my throat for my ear down to my chin was swollen.
I asked my new BFF Dan-o what I should do and he told me I should go to the doctor.
So, yeah, like anyway, when the doctor checked me out he said that my lymph node was infected and it was probably because of the bite, so he gave me a prescription for an antibiotic and said if it wasn't better in a week to ten days to give him a call and we'd go from there.
But yeah, it's probably from the bite, or maybe from my sinus, but it is my lymph node, and it is infected, and I've already taken the first dose of my antibiotic, and my adrenaline rush is slowly receding, and I think the antibiotic is making me drowsy, and yeah, I can already notice the swelling going down a little bit, and it was probably a good idea that I went over there today, and while I was there I asked about a flu shot and .............
Dan-o and Boz's Excellent Adventure
So, me and Dan-o, my new BFF, got on ICQ and talked practically all night.
Oh yeah, remind me to change my user name on ICQ to Boz, Dan-o was right, Mr.Stud sounds teh ghey.
Anyway, my new BFF Dan-o started telling me about the Tour De France, which is a big bike race in France, and how it is just like NASCAR except when the bikes crash they don't catch on fire, and I asked him if the Tour De France was as popular as football and then he said, get this, I'm not shitting you, then he said that in France they call soccer football, and they call football bowling, seriously, I was starting to think what a rad country France must be until Dan-o told me that the French think Jerry Lewis is a genius, I mean it's obvious that they've never seen his telethon or the movie about the sad faced clown in the concentration camp that leads all the children to the gas chambers.
Then Dan-o told me that we should check out the Tour De France next year and I thought he meant ride our bikes over to France, but it turns out there is a river or a lake or something between the States and France, so that wouldn't be feasible ... feasible that's Dan-o's word not mine!
I don't know, it might be a lot of fun, and Dan-o told me that the University of France's soccer team ... I mean football team has some really bitchin' hot cheerleaders.
Oh yeah, remind me to change my user name on ICQ to Boz, Dan-o was right, Mr.Stud sounds teh ghey.
Anyway, my new BFF Dan-o started telling me about the Tour De France, which is a big bike race in France, and how it is just like NASCAR except when the bikes crash they don't catch on fire, and I asked him if the Tour De France was as popular as football and then he said, get this, I'm not shitting you, then he said that in France they call soccer football, and they call football bowling, seriously, I was starting to think what a rad country France must be until Dan-o told me that the French think Jerry Lewis is a genius, I mean it's obvious that they've never seen his telethon or the movie about the sad faced clown in the concentration camp that leads all the children to the gas chambers.
Then Dan-o told me that we should check out the Tour De France next year and I thought he meant ride our bikes over to France, but it turns out there is a river or a lake or something between the States and France, so that wouldn't be feasible ... feasible that's Dan-o's word not mine!
I don't know, it might be a lot of fun, and Dan-o told me that the University of France's soccer team ... I mean football team has some really bitchin' hot cheerleaders.
Sans training wheels
So, I had a new visitor today.
His name is Dan and he rides a bike.
What if we become friends.
He can call me Boz.
And I can call him Dan, or Danny, no wait, I'll call him Dan-o.
Hey Dan-o, it's me Boz!
I wonder what kind of bike he rides.
You know, I've got a bike too. It's a Huffy I think, and it has a whole lot of different speeds, but I haven't ridden it for a long time, you know because of the degenerating disks in my back.
The tires are probably flat by now anyway.
I wonder what Dan-o is doing right now?
He's probably working on his bike, or maybe he's mapping out his next bike trip, or maybe he's drinking a protein shake, cause if you're a serious biker, like I know Dan-o is, you need a lot of protein in your diet.
I wish I had more friends like Dan-o, you know, non-judgemental, there when you need him, always ready with twenty if you need one, not like some of you, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean, know what I mean, say no more, say no more ...
So Dan-o, drop by anytime, the doors not locked, I don't have any beer or anything like that, but I do have a bottle of Sprite, one of those big two liter bottles, and isn't that the official drink of the American Federation of Bike Riders?
Just make yourself at home Dan-o.
And the rest of you, well, you can just bite me and my new friend Dan-o.
His name is Dan and he rides a bike.
What if we become friends.
He can call me Boz.
And I can call him Dan, or Danny, no wait, I'll call him Dan-o.
Hey Dan-o, it's me Boz!
I wonder what kind of bike he rides.
You know, I've got a bike too. It's a Huffy I think, and it has a whole lot of different speeds, but I haven't ridden it for a long time, you know because of the degenerating disks in my back.
The tires are probably flat by now anyway.
I wonder what Dan-o is doing right now?
He's probably working on his bike, or maybe he's mapping out his next bike trip, or maybe he's drinking a protein shake, cause if you're a serious biker, like I know Dan-o is, you need a lot of protein in your diet.
I wish I had more friends like Dan-o, you know, non-judgemental, there when you need him, always ready with twenty if you need one, not like some of you, nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean, know what I mean, say no more, say no more ...
So Dan-o, drop by anytime, the doors not locked, I don't have any beer or anything like that, but I do have a bottle of Sprite, one of those big two liter bottles, and isn't that the official drink of the American Federation of Bike Riders?
Just make yourself at home Dan-o.
And the rest of you, well, you can just bite me and my new friend Dan-o.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Thursday means
Idle thoughts while waiting for a phone call.
My stomach keeps making a noise that sounds like a baby frog croaking.
The critters got to the garbage cans last night and ripped the bags open. I hate that. There are just some things that I throw away that I don't even want the garbage men to know about.
On a brighter note the garbage dude did pick up the warped shelves that I put out, which to me is going above and beyond the call of duty.
I've been singing Love In Vain by the Rolling Stones all day.
Still waiting for the call.
No, I'm not ...
Later.
My stomach keeps making a noise that sounds like a baby frog croaking.
The critters got to the garbage cans last night and ripped the bags open. I hate that. There are just some things that I throw away that I don't even want the garbage men to know about.
On a brighter note the garbage dude did pick up the warped shelves that I put out, which to me is going above and beyond the call of duty.
I've been singing Love In Vain by the Rolling Stones all day.
Still waiting for the call.
No, I'm not ...
Later.
La di dah, la di fucking dah
Ten cool female names that start with L
1. Lulu, as in Little Lulu
2. Lana, as in Lana Lang, Superboy's girl friend
3. Lola, as in L - O - L - A, Lola
4. Leni, as in Triumph of the Will
5. Lydia, as in Donald and Lydia
6. Loretta, as in Loretta Haggers, Mary Hartman's best friend and next door neighbor
Loretta Haggers
7. Lysistrata, as in that Greek play that they wouldn't let us see in high school at the Wayne State Reportary Theater because of it's adult theme
8. Lotte, as in Look out for Miss Lotte Lenya
9. Lena, as in my greatly misunderstood grandmother
10. Lupe, as in Little Latin Lupe Lu
1. Lulu, as in Little Lulu
2. Lana, as in Lana Lang, Superboy's girl friend
3. Lola, as in L - O - L - A, Lola
4. Leni, as in Triumph of the Will
5. Lydia, as in Donald and Lydia
6. Loretta, as in Loretta Haggers, Mary Hartman's best friend and next door neighbor
Loretta Haggers
7. Lysistrata, as in that Greek play that they wouldn't let us see in high school at the Wayne State Reportary Theater because of it's adult theme
8. Lotte, as in Look out for Miss Lotte Lenya
9. Lena, as in my greatly misunderstood grandmother
10. Lupe, as in Little Latin Lupe Lu
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Multiple choices and orgasms
What do former Charlie's Angel Jaclyn Smith and Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton have in common?
1. They both had sex with Bill Clinton ... once.
2. They both had sex with Farrah Fawcett ... twice.
3. They both had sex with each other ... thrice.
4. They both were born on October 26, 1947.
1. They both had sex with Bill Clinton ... once.
2. They both had sex with Farrah Fawcett ... twice.
3. They both had sex with each other ... thrice.
4. They both were born on October 26, 1947.
I like hair.
So anyway, I'm watching this really boring baseball game, well, sort of watching this really boring baseball game between games of solitare on yahoo, and just when did baseball become so boring?
I mean, I'd rather watch hockey
Or basketball
Orfootball paint dry
Or insects mate
Or Jessica Simpson's acne infomercial ... like, oh my gawrsh.
It must have been about 1969 ... I said 69!!!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So anyway, I'm watching this really boring baseball game, well, sort of watching this really boring baseball game between games of solitare on yahoo, and just when did baseball become so boring?
I mean, I'd rather watch hockey
Or basketball
Or
Or insects mate
Or Jessica Simpson's acne infomercial ... like, oh my gawrsh.
It must have been about 1969 ... I said 69!!!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
The Ides of November
I bought milk yesterday.
The expiration date is in November.
I hate when a month sneaks up on me like that.
The expiration date is in November.
I hate when a month sneaks up on me like that.
Tell me what it was like before they had CDs.
I talked to Amy last night.
She just started working for a temp agency.
Her first gig is a forty five minute to an hour commute one way.
It should last about a month or so.
She has problems changing stations on the radio and avoiding head on collisions.
Her car has a casette player.
She only has one casette.
You can only take so much of the Beastie Boys before you get tired of fighting for your right to par ..... ty.
I, being the gallant knight that I am, offered to make her some casettes.
A regular Sir Bozalot, that's me.
It took me two hours last night to figure out that the casette player on my CD/Casette combo didn't work.
It took me two more hours this morning to figure out that it REALLY didn't work.
I went to Plan B.
You always need a Plan B.
I went to the St Vincent De Paul Thrift store.
Amid the Edie Gorme and the Branson Christmas Specials I-IV I was able to find eight passable casettes.
There is a special this week.
All paper back books and casette tapes are ten cents each.
I bought all eight tapes.
They are:
Johnny Hates Jazz
The Fabulous Thunderbirds
The Escape Club
Julian Lennon
John Mellencamp
Sade
Sindead O'Conner
and
Billy Joel
Hopefully she's an 80's kind of chick ...
Maybe I should have gotten her some leg warmers and a pair of acid washed jeans to complete the set.
Anyway, that's not the whole story, but that's the whole story for now.
She just started working for a temp agency.
Her first gig is a forty five minute to an hour commute one way.
It should last about a month or so.
She has problems changing stations on the radio and avoiding head on collisions.
Her car has a casette player.
She only has one casette.
You can only take so much of the Beastie Boys before you get tired of fighting for your right to par ..... ty.
I, being the gallant knight that I am, offered to make her some casettes.
A regular Sir Bozalot, that's me.
It took me two hours last night to figure out that the casette player on my CD/Casette combo didn't work.
It took me two more hours this morning to figure out that it REALLY didn't work.
I went to Plan B.
You always need a Plan B.
I went to the St Vincent De Paul Thrift store.
Amid the Edie Gorme and the Branson Christmas Specials I-IV I was able to find eight passable casettes.
There is a special this week.
All paper back books and casette tapes are ten cents each.
I bought all eight tapes.
They are:
Johnny Hates Jazz
The Fabulous Thunderbirds
The Escape Club
Julian Lennon
John Mellencamp
Sade
Sindead O'Conner
and
Billy Joel
Hopefully she's an 80's kind of chick ...
Maybe I should have gotten her some leg warmers and a pair of acid washed jeans to complete the set.
Anyway, that's not the whole story, but that's the whole story for now.
Monday, October 24, 2005
I reeked of film noir
It's seven thirty and I just woke up from a dream where I was a supporting character in a Richard Widmark movie. Widmark was a bar owner who wore snap brim fedoras, and suits with padded shoulders and wide lapels.
The bar was just a front, he was into the rackets, all of them.
We were both vets and Widmark took a liking to me.
We were both wise guys, glib, quick with a smile and a comeback.
He thought I had potential, and so did I.
He thought I had what it takes, and so did I.
He thought I should work for him, and so did I.
A smile and a handshake were all it took and the next thing you knew I was running numbers and making pick-ups, a holstered roscoe under my jacket, a cigarette dangling from my lip.
I reeked of film noir.
And of course, then I woke up.
The bar was just a front, he was into the rackets, all of them.
We were both vets and Widmark took a liking to me.
We were both wise guys, glib, quick with a smile and a comeback.
He thought I had potential, and so did I.
He thought I had what it takes, and so did I.
He thought I should work for him, and so did I.
A smile and a handshake were all it took and the next thing you knew I was running numbers and making pick-ups, a holstered roscoe under my jacket, a cigarette dangling from my lip.
I reeked of film noir.
And of course, then I woke up.
Audrey Hepburn had great bone structure
It's raining and I can't sleep.
And I think I am on a sugar high from the piece of cake I had at three.
And I watched a movie that lasted till four.
And now it's nearly five.
And I'm typing in the dark.
And Sunday turned out to be not such a bad day.
And please don't send me five dollars, but if you do, make it cash.
And I think I've come to terms with that fact that Porky is dead.
And ...
Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear a big round of applause for Manfred Mann and His Earth Band!
And I think I am on a sugar high from the piece of cake I had at three.
And I watched a movie that lasted till four.
And now it's nearly five.
And I'm typing in the dark.
And Sunday turned out to be not such a bad day.
And please don't send me five dollars, but if you do, make it cash.
And I think I've come to terms with that fact that Porky is dead.
And ...
Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear a big round of applause for Manfred Mann and His Earth Band!
Look out for that tree!
Two things that have been pointed out to me.
1. That I post half naked pics when I want attention.
2. That if I asked people to send me money, specifically five dollars each, they would.
1. That I post half naked pics when I want attention.
2. That if I asked people to send me money, specifically five dollars each, they would.
A day in the life
While I was calmy reassuring a friend that I didn't think it was possible for her pancreas to explode my phone started ringing.
After the third ring I got up and started to answer it just as Mother Boz gave me a worried call from the kitchen.
I headed towards the kitchen just as my answering machine kicked on.
When I got to the hallway I could hear my brother in law saying something about a hurricane and his house being destroyed.
Mother Boz was leaning against the bar in obvious pain.
For some god only knows reason she had been rearranging the shelves under the bar in the kitchen and her knees had locked up and she couldn't move.
I started to help MB to her bedroom.
She was like a puppet with broken strings.
She had no control over her legs.
I had to drag/carry her to her bed.
I sat her on the edge of her bed but she looked like she might slip off, so I picked her legs up and lifted them onto the bed.
She yelled at me that it hurt.
After making sure that she had just cramped up, and that it was nothing serious I went back to my room and told my friend with the pancreas that wasn't really about to explode what had happened.
She laughed, with me, not at me, at least that is what she said.
I listened to the phone message my brother in law had left.
In his best Dan Rather voice he said they had evacauated their home on the Gulf Coast and were now at their son's house in the Panhandle.
He said he called to let MB know they were alright and not to worry.
I'm pretty sure MB wasn't worried due to the fact she knew nothing about the hurricane.
He then said god willing, yeah he actually said god willing, their home would still be there when they got home.
He invokes the name of god alot, like he's got a hotline to heaven or something.
I Google Hurricane Wilma.
WILMA-AAAAAAAAA
It's a fucking Cat 2 hurricane.
A Cat 2 couldn't blow down the house of straw that the really lazy pig built.
My friend's pancreas exploded.
Enough with the drama.
How was your day.
After the third ring I got up and started to answer it just as Mother Boz gave me a worried call from the kitchen.
I headed towards the kitchen just as my answering machine kicked on.
When I got to the hallway I could hear my brother in law saying something about a hurricane and his house being destroyed.
Mother Boz was leaning against the bar in obvious pain.
For some god only knows reason she had been rearranging the shelves under the bar in the kitchen and her knees had locked up and she couldn't move.
I started to help MB to her bedroom.
She was like a puppet with broken strings.
She had no control over her legs.
I had to drag/carry her to her bed.
I sat her on the edge of her bed but she looked like she might slip off, so I picked her legs up and lifted them onto the bed.
She yelled at me that it hurt.
After making sure that she had just cramped up, and that it was nothing serious I went back to my room and told my friend with the pancreas that wasn't really about to explode what had happened.
She laughed, with me, not at me, at least that is what she said.
I listened to the phone message my brother in law had left.
In his best Dan Rather voice he said they had evacauated their home on the Gulf Coast and were now at their son's house in the Panhandle.
He said he called to let MB know they were alright and not to worry.
I'm pretty sure MB wasn't worried due to the fact she knew nothing about the hurricane.
He then said god willing, yeah he actually said god willing, their home would still be there when they got home.
He invokes the name of god alot, like he's got a hotline to heaven or something.
I Google Hurricane Wilma.
WILMA-AAAAAAAAA
It's a fucking Cat 2 hurricane.
A Cat 2 couldn't blow down the house of straw that the really lazy pig built.
My friend's pancreas exploded.
Enough with the drama.
How was your day.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Give hurt, give everbody hurt
Her smile scares me just a little bit too much.
I had one of those naps tonight where you wake up all discombobulated and you think you're in Disneyland, or in the doctor's office waiting for your allergy shot, or some nightmarish Orwellian future world, or on the road with Charles Kurault AND Jack Kerouac ...
Anyway I feel like death right now and not even four extra strength cherry cough drops helped.
And Porky is still dead, and Oprah is still the queen of talk, and FUCK!!!
I had one of those naps tonight where you wake up all discombobulated and you think you're in Disneyland, or in the doctor's office waiting for your allergy shot, or some nightmarish Orwellian future world, or on the road with Charles Kurault AND Jack Kerouac ...
Anyway I feel like death right now and not even four extra strength cherry cough drops helped.
And Porky is still dead, and Oprah is still the queen of talk, and FUCK!!!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Flick 182
I am losing my mind.
But I still have my health, and a box of Little Debbies that I hid in the back of the freezer.
But I still have my health, and a box of Little Debbies that I hid in the back of the freezer.
Otay!
Porky's dead. Is there really any reason to go on?
He was the last of the gang to go.
The group that I watched growing up on tv in the 50's.
Alfalfa's gone.
Spanky's gone.
Darla's gone.
Buckwheat's gone.
And now Porky's gone.
Gone, all gone.
It guess it's time for the International Silver String Submarine Band to play taps one last time.
He was the last of the gang to go.
The group that I watched growing up on tv in the 50's.
Alfalfa's gone.
Spanky's gone.
Darla's gone.
Buckwheat's gone.
And now Porky's gone.
Gone, all gone.
It guess it's time for the International Silver String Submarine Band to play taps one last time.
Friday, October 21, 2005
More cheese please
I feel like I've fallen off a bicycle, been run over by a truck, dragged into the woods by feral beasts, and forced to watch The Wheel of Fortune non-stop with my eyes pried open like Alex De Large's in A Clockwork Orange, while If I Could Turn Back Time by Cher played on a continuous loop in the background.
Yeah, that's exactly how I feel ...
BUT WORSE!!!
Yeah, that's exactly how I feel ...
BUT WORSE!!!
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Listen to the trees
I'm going out to take pictures of the fall colors.
It is kind of cloudy though.
My old man and I always used to argue about whether cloudy weather or sunny weather made the colors look better. I said cloudy just to piss him off. He said sunny just to piss me off. It worked for both of us.
It is kind of cloudy though.
My old man and I always used to argue about whether cloudy weather or sunny weather made the colors look better. I said cloudy just to piss him off. He said sunny just to piss me off. It worked for both of us.
If I had a band I'd call it the Boz and the Monkey Trial Boys
It's six thirty in the morning and I am listening to Little Bunny Foo Foo by Moldy Peaches.
What do you make of that?
What do you make of that?
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Thinking all about you
So what have I done tonight?
I took a shower that was just a shower until the last few seconds when it became a SHOWER, you know, where the spray hits the back of your neck, and the temperature is just right, and your knees start to buckle, so you brace yourself against the wall, and close your eyes, and arch your back, and ...
I fell asleep while watching a Todd Browning movie on TCM, no not Freaks, I think it was Devil Doll with Lionel Barrymore, who would have been Drew's great-uncle, I think. It was about mad scientists, and shrinking people, and mind control, all for the good of mankind and the world, and ... REVENGE!!!
I listened to the Byrds, and the birds, and the Byrds, and the birds, and the Byrds, and the birds, and ...
And I zonked, and I chatted, and I made a date for tomorrow afternoon, and I listened to the Byrds, and the birds, and the Byrds ...
And that brings us to the present, and I'm still listening to the Byrds ...
I took a shower that was just a shower until the last few seconds when it became a SHOWER, you know, where the spray hits the back of your neck, and the temperature is just right, and your knees start to buckle, so you brace yourself against the wall, and close your eyes, and arch your back, and ...
I fell asleep while watching a Todd Browning movie on TCM, no not Freaks, I think it was Devil Doll with Lionel Barrymore, who would have been Drew's great-uncle, I think. It was about mad scientists, and shrinking people, and mind control, all for the good of mankind and the world, and ... REVENGE!!!
I listened to the Byrds, and the birds, and the Byrds, and the birds, and the Byrds, and the birds, and ...
And I zonked, and I chatted, and I made a date for tomorrow afternoon, and I listened to the Byrds, and the birds, and the Byrds ...
And that brings us to the present, and I'm still listening to the Byrds ...
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Days of future past
Today is my good friend Mannaz's 36th birthday and that made me try to remember what was going on in my life on my 36th birtday.
1. I was teaching.
2. I was a baseball fan.
3. I was clean shaven.
4. I smoked.
5. I weighed less than 200 lbs.
6. I swore I would never get a computer.
7. My favorite televison show was St. Elsewhere.
8. I coudn't get enough New Coke!!!
9. I was the offensive line coach for the Green Bay Packers.
10. I had just broken up with Yoko. It was John did this, John did that. I tell you she was driving me crazy.
1. I was teaching.
2. I was a baseball fan.
3. I was clean shaven.
4. I smoked.
5. I weighed less than 200 lbs.
6. I swore I would never get a computer.
7. My favorite televison show was St. Elsewhere.
8. I coudn't get enough New Coke!!!
9. I was the offensive line coach for the Green Bay Packers.
10. I had just broken up with Yoko. It was John did this, John did that. I tell you she was driving me crazy.
You don't have to be Italian to appreciate italics
Have you ever smoked a pipe?
Yes, I've tried it, but I looked silly smoking a pipe.
Have you ever smoked a cigar?
Yes, I've smoked cigars but I looked even sillier smoking a cigar than I did smoking a pipe.
You smoked cigarettes, right?
Yeah, I smoked for about twenty years. I was a heavy smoker. By the time I quit I was smoking two and a half packs a day.
What brand(s) did you smoke?
I started out smoking Winstons, then I changed to Marlboro, then I smoked Kools for awhile, and then Newports, and then back to Marlboro, then back to Kools, and finally back to Marlboros.
Smoking is a phallic thing isn't it?
Yeah, now that I don't smoke anymore I'm convinced it is.
Could you blow smoke rings?
Yeah, the regular kind, and I could also do little tiny smoke rings coming out of each side of my mouth.
Sounds stupid.
Yeah, pretty much so. I also did that French inhaling thing, which I guess is pretty stupid too.
Any other stupid smoking stories?
Not stories, but I used to singe my beard quite a bit when my cigarette would stick to my lip and then hang. That was never fun. Oh, and I once chain smoked a whole pack of cigarettes lighting each cigarette with the butt of the last one, but I guess most of us have done that.
Oh yeah, I do it all the time.
Prick.
What did you hate most about smoking?
When someone would ask to bum a smoke, then bum a light and then say "I guess all I've got is the habit".
Did you just call me a Prick?
Yes.
Yes, I've tried it, but I looked silly smoking a pipe.
Have you ever smoked a cigar?
Yes, I've smoked cigars but I looked even sillier smoking a cigar than I did smoking a pipe.
You smoked cigarettes, right?
Yeah, I smoked for about twenty years. I was a heavy smoker. By the time I quit I was smoking two and a half packs a day.
What brand(s) did you smoke?
I started out smoking Winstons, then I changed to Marlboro, then I smoked Kools for awhile, and then Newports, and then back to Marlboro, then back to Kools, and finally back to Marlboros.
Smoking is a phallic thing isn't it?
Yeah, now that I don't smoke anymore I'm convinced it is.
Could you blow smoke rings?
Yeah, the regular kind, and I could also do little tiny smoke rings coming out of each side of my mouth.
Sounds stupid.
Yeah, pretty much so. I also did that French inhaling thing, which I guess is pretty stupid too.
Any other stupid smoking stories?
Not stories, but I used to singe my beard quite a bit when my cigarette would stick to my lip and then hang. That was never fun. Oh, and I once chain smoked a whole pack of cigarettes lighting each cigarette with the butt of the last one, but I guess most of us have done that.
Oh yeah, I do it all the time.
Prick.
What did you hate most about smoking?
When someone would ask to bum a smoke, then bum a light and then say "I guess all I've got is the habit".
Did you just call me a Prick?
Yes.
Monday, October 17, 2005
It turns out we give our fathers way too much credit
Some not so smart things my father did during his lifetime
1. He voted for Nixon five times.
2. He bought a pink car.
3. He bought a pink car with HUGE tail fins.
5. He bought swamp land in Florida.
6. He got drunk the night before the hottest day of the year when he had to lay cement for a patio in the backyard.
7. He believed the guy who insinuated that he could get him a stolen brand new 27 inch color television for twenty five dollars. The guy was a drug addict, the television was non existant and my dad was out twenty five dollars when twenty five dollars actually meant something, well, it didn't mean a lot ... LOT, I mean it was only twenty five dollars, but that was a week worth of groceries, a tank of gas, and a carton of Camels.
8. Ok, he didn't vote for Nixon five times, he didn't even vote for Nixon one time, at least he never admitted to it, but he very well could have back in 1972 against McGovern, I mean somebody had to vote for Nixon, he took every fucking state except Massachusetts, and I know I didn't vote for him.
9. He talked my mother, who did all the xmas shopping, into buying me an electric shoe shine thingamijig for xmas the year I graduated from high school.
10. I mentioned the pink car didn't I? Well, he also bought a 1956 Nash Rambler which was salmon colored, yeah, pink, but after a couple of years he had it painted black and white, but still it was a Nash Fucking Rambler!!!
1. He voted for Nixon five times.
2. He bought a pink car.
3. He bought a pink car with HUGE tail fins.
5. He bought swamp land in Florida.
6. He got drunk the night before the hottest day of the year when he had to lay cement for a patio in the backyard.
7. He believed the guy who insinuated that he could get him a stolen brand new 27 inch color television for twenty five dollars. The guy was a drug addict, the television was non existant and my dad was out twenty five dollars when twenty five dollars actually meant something, well, it didn't mean a lot ... LOT, I mean it was only twenty five dollars, but that was a week worth of groceries, a tank of gas, and a carton of Camels.
8. Ok, he didn't vote for Nixon five times, he didn't even vote for Nixon one time, at least he never admitted to it, but he very well could have back in 1972 against McGovern, I mean somebody had to vote for Nixon, he took every fucking state except Massachusetts, and I know I didn't vote for him.
9. He talked my mother, who did all the xmas shopping, into buying me an electric shoe shine thingamijig for xmas the year I graduated from high school.
10. I mentioned the pink car didn't I? Well, he also bought a 1956 Nash Rambler which was salmon colored, yeah, pink, but after a couple of years he had it painted black and white, but still it was a Nash Fucking Rambler!!!
Currently listening to ...
Groovy Baby
The latest Beast of Boz compilation CD
1. Scott Mackenzie
San Francisco
2. The Rolling Stones
Dandelion
3. Love
Alone Again Or
4. The Beatles
Strawberry Fields Forever
5. Buffalo Springfield
Bluebird
6. The Byrds
So You Wanna Be A Rock And Roll Star
7. Cream
SWLABR
8. Donovan
Hurdy Gurdy Man
9. The Hollies
On A Carousel
10. The Jefferson Airplane
How Do You Feel?
11. The Jimi Hendrix Experience
The Wind Cries Mary
12. The Kinks
Dedicated Follower of Fashion
13. The Moody Blues
Ride My See-Saw
14.Procul Harum
A Whiter Shade of Pale
15. The Quicksilver Messenger Service
Fresh Air
16. The Byrds
Renaissance Fair
17. Buffalo Springfield
Rock and Roll Woman
18. The Yardbirds
Shape of Things
19. The Doors
Crystal Ship
20. The Who
I Can See For Miles
21. The Jefferson Airplane
Today
22. The Mamas and the Papas
Twelve Thirty
23. Julie Driscoll and the Brian Auger Trinity
This Wheels on Fire
24. Donovan
Wear Your Love Like Heaven
The latest Beast of Boz compilation CD
1. Scott Mackenzie
San Francisco
2. The Rolling Stones
Dandelion
3. Love
Alone Again Or
4. The Beatles
Strawberry Fields Forever
5. Buffalo Springfield
Bluebird
6. The Byrds
So You Wanna Be A Rock And Roll Star
7. Cream
SWLABR
8. Donovan
Hurdy Gurdy Man
9. The Hollies
On A Carousel
10. The Jefferson Airplane
How Do You Feel?
11. The Jimi Hendrix Experience
The Wind Cries Mary
12. The Kinks
Dedicated Follower of Fashion
13. The Moody Blues
Ride My See-Saw
14.Procul Harum
A Whiter Shade of Pale
15. The Quicksilver Messenger Service
Fresh Air
16. The Byrds
Renaissance Fair
17. Buffalo Springfield
Rock and Roll Woman
18. The Yardbirds
Shape of Things
19. The Doors
Crystal Ship
20. The Who
I Can See For Miles
21. The Jefferson Airplane
Today
22. The Mamas and the Papas
Twelve Thirty
23. Julie Driscoll and the Brian Auger Trinity
This Wheels on Fire
24. Donovan
Wear Your Love Like Heaven
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Libido me this
When I was getting my haircut on Friday a very pretty woman with red hair walked by the front of the shop. With nothing being said, the barber rotated the chair in such a way that our eyes were able to follow her until she was out of sight.
It was a beautiful moment.
It was a beautiful moment.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
The Caffeine Collection
Songs that will get you through an all-nighter and a half.
Nick Lowe
Switchboard Susan
Neil Young
Keep On Rockin' In the Free World
MC5
High School
John Prine and Iris DeMent
In Spite of Ourselves
Herman's Hermits
Henry the Eighth
Fountains of Wayne
I Want an Alien for Christmas
Buddy Holly
Bo Diddley
Bonzo Dog Band
Tent
Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels
Little Latin Lupe Lu
The Fendermen
Muleskinner Blues
Cannibal and the Headhunters
Land of 1000 Dances
Claudine Clark
Party Lights
Jan and Dean
Honolulu Lulu
Bob Dylan
Highway 61 Revisited
Norman Greenbaum
Canned Ham
Gary US Bonds
School Is Out
Johnny Otis
Willie and the Hand Jive
Commander Cody
Rockabilly Funeral
Joe Tex
Skinny Legs and All
Johnny Rivers
Secret Agent Man
Tom Jones
What's New Pussycat
The Trashmen
Surfin' Bird
Enest Tubb
Walking the Floor Over You
Jan and Dean
New Girl in School
Robert Mitchum
Thunder Road
The Godfathers
Birth, School, Work, Death
Nick Lowe
Switchboard Susan
Neil Young
Keep On Rockin' In the Free World
MC5
High School
John Prine and Iris DeMent
In Spite of Ourselves
Herman's Hermits
Henry the Eighth
Fountains of Wayne
I Want an Alien for Christmas
Buddy Holly
Bo Diddley
Bonzo Dog Band
Tent
Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels
Little Latin Lupe Lu
The Fendermen
Muleskinner Blues
Cannibal and the Headhunters
Land of 1000 Dances
Claudine Clark
Party Lights
Jan and Dean
Honolulu Lulu
Bob Dylan
Highway 61 Revisited
Norman Greenbaum
Canned Ham
Gary US Bonds
School Is Out
Johnny Otis
Willie and the Hand Jive
Commander Cody
Rockabilly Funeral
Joe Tex
Skinny Legs and All
Johnny Rivers
Secret Agent Man
Tom Jones
What's New Pussycat
The Trashmen
Surfin' Bird
Enest Tubb
Walking the Floor Over You
Jan and Dean
New Girl in School
Robert Mitchum
Thunder Road
The Godfathers
Birth, School, Work, Death
Friday, October 14, 2005
A quiz
This is a quiz I wrote for the rw ... bs a couple of days ago. It got a pretty good response so I thought I'd post it here.
1. Would you rather be in a serious relationship with a Mime or lose a toe?
2. If you had to be stranded on a deserted island with another blogger who would you choose and why?
3. Which ear do you predominantly use when you talk on the telephone?
4. What is your favorite style of underpants to wear?
5. What is your favorite non religious holiday in a month that doesn't end with the letter r?
6. Fox is coming out with an all reality show channel, what kind of single topic television channel would you like to see?
7. Which character from a movie would you like to be?
8. What is your favorite teen flick?
9. If you could go back in time and alter one event what you do?
10. Have you ever had a paranormal experience, if yes, describe it.
1. Would you rather be in a serious relationship with a Mime or lose a toe?
2. If you had to be stranded on a deserted island with another blogger who would you choose and why?
3. Which ear do you predominantly use when you talk on the telephone?
4. What is your favorite style of underpants to wear?
5. What is your favorite non religious holiday in a month that doesn't end with the letter r?
6. Fox is coming out with an all reality show channel, what kind of single topic television channel would you like to see?
7. Which character from a movie would you like to be?
8. What is your favorite teen flick?
9. If you could go back in time and alter one event what you do?
10. Have you ever had a paranormal experience, if yes, describe it.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Caddy, give me that club I bought in Toronto
So, it's two in the morning and I have a double shot of Canada House sitting in front of me.
It smells a little bit like rubbing alcohol ... that's a good thing isn't it?
It tastes rather smooth, warm going down.
Back when I used to drink more often. Back when I was in the air force. Back when I was stationed in Japan I read somewhere that if you laid an empty whiskey bottle on it's side you could coax an extra shot out of it. It didn't work, but it sounded almost logical enough that it could.
I remember writing a poem once when I was really drunk. The only thing I can remember is part of a line that refered to sleeping with Mimsy Mouse.
I feel like I am part of a drinking experiment from one of those films they used to show in Drivers Education class.
You will notice after just one ounce of alcohol boz's reflexes are already noticeably impaired.
I once went blind at a xmas party from mixing booze with champagne. It was only a temporary affliction.
I don't think this is making me sleepier.
Maybe I'll read that Judy Blume novel after all.
And take up tap dancing.
It feels like a holiday.
I once had to chug a whole bottle of sake as part of an initiation of sorts when I first arrived in Japan. I ended up passed out in the hallway just outside the benjo. I think benjo means toilet, anyway, that's what I was passed out just outside of.
This is nice, just sitting back and talking with ya'll.
It's two twenty two and I just finished my drink.
Anybody want to play some cards?
Fine, I'm going out for a smoke!!!
Don't wait up.
Nobody understands me ...
It smells a little bit like rubbing alcohol ... that's a good thing isn't it?
It tastes rather smooth, warm going down.
Back when I used to drink more often. Back when I was in the air force. Back when I was stationed in Japan I read somewhere that if you laid an empty whiskey bottle on it's side you could coax an extra shot out of it. It didn't work, but it sounded almost logical enough that it could.
I remember writing a poem once when I was really drunk. The only thing I can remember is part of a line that refered to sleeping with Mimsy Mouse.
I feel like I am part of a drinking experiment from one of those films they used to show in Drivers Education class.
You will notice after just one ounce of alcohol boz's reflexes are already noticeably impaired.
I once went blind at a xmas party from mixing booze with champagne. It was only a temporary affliction.
I don't think this is making me sleepier.
Maybe I'll read that Judy Blume novel after all.
And take up tap dancing.
It feels like a holiday.
I once had to chug a whole bottle of sake as part of an initiation of sorts when I first arrived in Japan. I ended up passed out in the hallway just outside the benjo. I think benjo means toilet, anyway, that's what I was passed out just outside of.
This is nice, just sitting back and talking with ya'll.
It's two twenty two and I just finished my drink.
Anybody want to play some cards?
Fine, I'm going out for a smoke!!!
Don't wait up.
Nobody understands me ...
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
WC Fields was right.
Never buy the cheapest brand ...
When the next to the cheapest brand will do.
The extra twenty cents of quality makes all the difference in the world.
I wish I had removed the Judy Blume book before I took the pic.
It's not for me honest, seriously, honest.
I found it on the library for sale rack.
I mean I just got it in case somebody wanted it.
Hey, do you want it???
When the next to the cheapest brand will do.
The extra twenty cents of quality makes all the difference in the world.
I wish I had removed the Judy Blume book before I took the pic.
It's not for me honest, seriously, honest.
I found it on the library for sale rack.
I mean I just got it in case somebody wanted it.
Hey, do you want it???
Therapy for the masses
For chrissakes I'm up already, geez.
I'm going to buy a bottle today.
I'm not sure what I'm going to get.
Maybe rum, maybe bourbon, maybe some canadian whiskey.
No scotch, no vodka, no gin.
Maybe I should just get a bottle of wine, but I am wine retarded, and that whole cork thing just kicks my ass.
No beer, I never liked the taste.
You know, a drink, one drink late at night, straight up, or maybe with a little water.
Who knows, it might help me relax, it might help me fall asleep, it might help me ...
Yeah, I'm going to buy a bottle today, or maybe I'll just write about buying one, like I just did.
Thanks for listening.
I'm going to buy a bottle today.
I'm not sure what I'm going to get.
Maybe rum, maybe bourbon, maybe some canadian whiskey.
No scotch, no vodka, no gin.
Maybe I should just get a bottle of wine, but I am wine retarded, and that whole cork thing just kicks my ass.
No beer, I never liked the taste.
You know, a drink, one drink late at night, straight up, or maybe with a little water.
Who knows, it might help me relax, it might help me fall asleep, it might help me ...
Yeah, I'm going to buy a bottle today, or maybe I'll just write about buying one, like I just did.
Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
It's like this
Rules of blogging at seven in the morning.
1. Avoid politics at all costs. Everyone already knows that politicians are evil or stupid or both. Seriously, there are no red states. There are no blue states. There are only purple states.
2. If you are attractive post half naked pictures of yourself. If you are unattractive post half naked pictures of someone who is attractive. If you aren't sure what you are email me a couple of half naked pictures and I'll give you my honest opinion.
3. I think I can only think of two rules, but I'm sure there must be a whole lot more.
4. Oh, I guess if you aren't funny don't try to be, but actually that's total bullshit, I mean it's your blog you can do what you want. Just don't expect for me to read it.
5. Did I mention the rule about posting pictures?
6. If you don't get any comments make your own using fake names. My favorite fake name is I.P. Dailey, but if we're going for honesty it would be I.P. Everytwentyminutesorso.
7. Speaking of honesty, don't fall in love with it.
8. Do as many What Am I quizzes as you want. The anal retentive crowd can't stand them, and nobody likes the anal retentive crowd.
9. Grow a goatee and mustache and color it white.
10. Stop at ten
1. Avoid politics at all costs. Everyone already knows that politicians are evil or stupid or both. Seriously, there are no red states. There are no blue states. There are only purple states.
2. If you are attractive post half naked pictures of yourself. If you are unattractive post half naked pictures of someone who is attractive. If you aren't sure what you are email me a couple of half naked pictures and I'll give you my honest opinion.
3. I think I can only think of two rules, but I'm sure there must be a whole lot more.
4. Oh, I guess if you aren't funny don't try to be, but actually that's total bullshit, I mean it's your blog you can do what you want. Just don't expect for me to read it.
5. Did I mention the rule about posting pictures?
6. If you don't get any comments make your own using fake names. My favorite fake name is I.P. Dailey, but if we're going for honesty it would be I.P. Everytwentyminutesorso.
7. Speaking of honesty, don't fall in love with it.
8. Do as many What Am I quizzes as you want. The anal retentive crowd can't stand them, and nobody likes the anal retentive crowd.
9. Grow a goatee and mustache and color it white.
10. Stop at ten
Monday, October 10, 2005
Fritz Lang you are not my messiah
My old man worked in a factory all his life, and he was always trying to get me a job.
He tried to get me a job when I graduated high school, so I went into the air force.
He tried to get me a job when I got out of the air force, so I went to college.
He tried to get me a job during summer break, so I made sure I had other plans.
Now that he is gone I have dreams that I work in a factory.
This doesn't sound too much like Cat's In The Cradle does it?
Because I don't want to work in a fucking factory!!!
He tried to get me a job when I graduated high school, so I went into the air force.
He tried to get me a job when I got out of the air force, so I went to college.
He tried to get me a job during summer break, so I made sure I had other plans.
Now that he is gone I have dreams that I work in a factory.
This doesn't sound too much like Cat's In The Cradle does it?
Because I don't want to work in a fucking factory!!!
Sunday, October 09, 2005
I'd buy you a chevrolet
I'm going to go check my lotto tickets from September 16th to see if I won anything.
I'll be right back, or as they say on the internets ...
Brb
Holy shit, I won seven dollars, and I never win anything.
Any ideas what I should do with my winnings?
Can you still buy reasonably diesease free sex for seven dollars?
I'll be right back, or as they say on the internets ...
Brb
Holy shit, I won seven dollars, and I never win anything.
Any ideas what I should do with my winnings?
Can you still buy reasonably diesease free sex for seven dollars?
It'll be Tuesday in two more days
Weekend in review
Two teenage girls wearing too much make-up hit me up for a dollar outside the video store yesterday. I scowled and then laughed at them.
I was bored to tears by the 1963 version of Lord of the Flies. I would've offed Piggy in the first ten minutes.
I had three messages on my answering machine. I think that's a new record for me. I don't plan on answering any of them.
I pulled in to get gas but all 14 pumps were taken so I left. I will not wait in line to pay $2.78 a gallon for gas.
I think that's it, at least for now.
Hockey game is back on, later.
Two teenage girls wearing too much make-up hit me up for a dollar outside the video store yesterday. I scowled and then laughed at them.
I was bored to tears by the 1963 version of Lord of the Flies. I would've offed Piggy in the first ten minutes.
I had three messages on my answering machine. I think that's a new record for me. I don't plan on answering any of them.
I pulled in to get gas but all 14 pumps were taken so I left. I will not wait in line to pay $2.78 a gallon for gas.
I think that's it, at least for now.
Hockey game is back on, later.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Saturday night and the movies
I rented four movies today from the 2 for $1 for 7 days VHS racks.
1. Whatever
2. The Sweet Hereafter
3. Lord of the Flies (1963)
4. Lord of the Flies (1990)
After I take a nap I'll either watch Whatever or Lord of the Flies (1963).
Lord, I am so tired.
1. Whatever
2. The Sweet Hereafter
3. Lord of the Flies (1963)
4. Lord of the Flies (1990)
After I take a nap I'll either watch Whatever or Lord of the Flies (1963).
Lord, I am so tired.
I am not an artist, but I've seen one on tv
I am fucked up this morning.
I watched bad zombie movies till all hours.
It wouldn't take much to make me puke.
My tongue feels strangely metallic.
The hunters kill the ducks on the lake outside my window.
The evil clown grins his bloody toothy grin.
The feeling that nothing makes sense makes even less sense than it did before.
And this is why I write.
I watched bad zombie movies till all hours.
It wouldn't take much to make me puke.
My tongue feels strangely metallic.
The hunters kill the ducks on the lake outside my window.
The evil clown grins his bloody toothy grin.
The feeling that nothing makes sense makes even less sense than it did before.
And this is why I write.
Friday, October 07, 2005
My what a lovely frock
Do you remember on Leave it to Beaver when Wally and the Beav always came down to breakfast bright eyed and bushy tailed, fully dressed, and ready to start the day?
I wonder if they brushed their teeth before they came down or waited until after breakfast.
And I wonder if the Beaver really got killed in Vietnam.
And I wonder if Eddie Haskell grew up to be porn star Johnny Wadd.
And I wonder if June ever quit living the lie and moved in with Miss Landers.
And I wonder if Ward ever cracked, changed his name to Lee Harvey Oswald and did the deed in the Texas School Book Depository.
And my god ... what about Wally!!!
I wonder if they brushed their teeth before they came down or waited until after breakfast.
And I wonder if the Beaver really got killed in Vietnam.
And I wonder if Eddie Haskell grew up to be porn star Johnny Wadd.
And I wonder if June ever quit living the lie and moved in with Miss Landers.
And I wonder if Ward ever cracked, changed his name to Lee Harvey Oswald and did the deed in the Texas School Book Depository.
And my god ... what about Wally!!!
What would I do with the ten thousand monkeys?
Please
Help me
I am slowly losing my mind
I write not because I want to
I write not because I need to
I write not even because I have to
I write because I am a fucking idiot
Malone, the evil rat bastard, threw down this challenge.
Will I ever sleep again?
Help me
I am slowly losing my mind
I write not because I want to
I write not because I need to
I write not even because I have to
I write because I am a fucking idiot
Malone, the evil rat bastard, threw down this challenge.
Will I ever sleep again?
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Look what they've done to my hair Ma!
My first leave June 1969. I was just out of basic and had just turned nineteen, and isn't MB looking motherly!
Home on leave just before xmas in front of my parents first artificial tree, with the Santa Claus of DOOM hanging on the wall. I was so proud of my non-regulation home on leave sideburns, and if you squint you might be able to see my first attempt at a mustache.
Me and one of my nephews. I wonder if I got that new 8 Track I was hinting at!!! Also, check out the new shoes that I bought at an actual shoe store in East Detroit.
The ladies love a man with stylish shoes.
Family portrait. The old man, my sister wearing a skirt that is way too short, me, my other sister just before her audition for the role of the Mother on Little House on the Prairie, and MB sporting a bit of a gothic look.
Home on leave just before xmas in front of my parents first artificial tree, with the Santa Claus of DOOM hanging on the wall. I was so proud of my non-regulation home on leave sideburns, and if you squint you might be able to see my first attempt at a mustache.
Me and one of my nephews. I wonder if I got that new 8 Track I was hinting at!!! Also, check out the new shoes that I bought at an actual shoe store in East Detroit.
The ladies love a man with stylish shoes.
Family portrait. The old man, my sister wearing a skirt that is way too short, me, my other sister just before her audition for the role of the Mother on Little House on the Prairie, and MB sporting a bit of a gothic look.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
And on the 29th day she rested
I'm starting to panic.
It's three thirty in the afternoon and I haven't posted yet.
It would have been so easy back when I first started this thing if I had missed a day or two, but no, I had to be anal and post everyday.
Here we are three years later and I still haven't missed a day.
It's the damn streak.
It's a curse I tell you.
OMG ...
IT'S THE CURSE* OF THE STREAK.
*Not to be confused with that certain femhyg curse that happens every month or so that some of you go on and on and on and on and on about. I mean isn't it more of a blessing than a curse if you consider the alternative?
It's three thirty in the afternoon and I haven't posted yet.
It would have been so easy back when I first started this thing if I had missed a day or two, but no, I had to be anal and post everyday.
Here we are three years later and I still haven't missed a day.
It's the damn streak.
It's a curse I tell you.
OMG ...
IT'S THE CURSE* OF THE STREAK.
*Not to be confused with that certain femhyg curse that happens every month or so that some of you go on and on and on and on and on about. I mean isn't it more of a blessing than a curse if you consider the alternative?
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I'm just fishing here
I'm insecure and I'm sensitive.
I crave attention and acknowledgement.
I like my ego stroked along with my beard.
I'm vain to a fault and I'm not above showing off.
I hate to be ignored, hate it, hate it hate it.
I will do anything for a laugh short of farting the national anthem.
I have the attention span of a gnat.
I go overboard.
I guess that's it.
Do you have anything to add?
I crave attention and acknowledgement.
I like my ego stroked along with my beard.
I'm vain to a fault and I'm not above showing off.
I hate to be ignored, hate it, hate it hate it.
I will do anything for a laugh short of farting the national anthem.
I have the attention span of a gnat.
I go overboard.
I guess that's it.
Do you have anything to add?
Drivin' the Double Nickel
I should have been a shoe model.
I did go out today. I went for a ride through the country, with the windows rolled down and a Buddy Holly Compilation CD in the player, and of course I sang along, and along, and along, and along, I mean it's Buddy Freakin' Holly, how can you help but sing along.
But yeah, that's about all I did was drive, and sing, and look at all the pumpkins for sale at the side of the road. Well, I did stop for a Diet Pepsi, and I rolled my eyes when the cashier called me Honey, I mean, why do they always call me Honey, do I look like a Honey, do I talk like a Honey, do I walk like a Honey???
I'm more a Darlin' type, don't you think.
So anyway, that was my day, and when I got home there was a package waiting for me.
It was my brand new Doc Martens from Zappppppppppppppppos.
Talk among yourselves.
I did go out today. I went for a ride through the country, with the windows rolled down and a Buddy Holly Compilation CD in the player, and of course I sang along, and along, and along, and along, I mean it's Buddy Freakin' Holly, how can you help but sing along.
But yeah, that's about all I did was drive, and sing, and look at all the pumpkins for sale at the side of the road. Well, I did stop for a Diet Pepsi, and I rolled my eyes when the cashier called me Honey, I mean, why do they always call me Honey, do I look like a Honey, do I talk like a Honey, do I walk like a Honey???
I'm more a Darlin' type, don't you think.
So anyway, that was my day, and when I got home there was a package waiting for me.
It was my brand new Doc Martens from Zappppppppppppppppos.
Talk among yourselves.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Indifference on a small scale
I should go out today.
They are talking about record breaking high temperatures.
That means the low 80's, which I guess means this is Indian Summer.
Sorry, I had to go jiggle the handle thingie on the toilet.
So yeah, it looks like I've got another day or so of shorts weather, and is it really October already?
I really should go out.
Yeah, I really should go out.
Really.
Hey, my new shoes that I ordered from Zappos should get here today.
But seriously, I should go out today.
I should break out my Henry Miller t-shirt and hit the road.
No reason for me to hang around here all day.
I finished the laundry yesterday, and I got it all folded too.
I folded it while I was watching this really bad Kurt Russell movie on FX last night.
Yeah, I'm going out in a few minutes.
I shaved last night, and it would be a shame to waste it.
So yeah, I'm going back to bed, I mean I'm going out.
Just let me find a couple mixed CDs and I am out of here.
Later ...
They are talking about record breaking high temperatures.
That means the low 80's, which I guess means this is Indian Summer.
Sorry, I had to go jiggle the handle thingie on the toilet.
So yeah, it looks like I've got another day or so of shorts weather, and is it really October already?
I really should go out.
Yeah, I really should go out.
Really.
Hey, my new shoes that I ordered from Zappos should get here today.
But seriously, I should go out today.
I should break out my Henry Miller t-shirt and hit the road.
No reason for me to hang around here all day.
I finished the laundry yesterday, and I got it all folded too.
I folded it while I was watching this really bad Kurt Russell movie on FX last night.
Yeah, I'm going out in a few minutes.
I shaved last night, and it would be a shame to waste it.
So yeah, I'm going back to bed, I mean I'm going out.
Just let me find a couple mixed CDs and I am out of here.
Later ...
Not tonight, I've got a headache.
Ok, so I broke down and bought one of those hand held personal percussion massagers.
You know, for my leg, and back, and neck, and arms, and it's really pretty powerful, and it really does the job relieving the aches and pains in my leg, and back, and neck, and arms.
So, yeah, it might have another use, and I might have tried it, but then again maybe I didn't, but if I did it, and I'm not saying
that I did ...
Well, you know how it goes.
My personal percussion massager.
I call her Angela, I mean I call IT Angela, I mean if I called it anything I would call it Anglea, or HAL.
You know, for my leg, and back, and neck, and arms, and it's really pretty powerful, and it really does the job relieving the aches and pains in my leg, and back, and neck, and arms.
So, yeah, it might have another use, and I might have tried it, but then again maybe I didn't, but if I did it, and I'm not saying
that I did ...
Well, you know how it goes.
My personal percussion massager.
I call her Angela, I mean I call IT Angela, I mean if I called it anything I would call it Anglea, or HAL.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Feel the burn
What would it cost me to get someone to fold about 10 baskets of laundry.
They're small baskets, and everything has been sorted, and one basket is my underpants, so come on, huh.
They're small baskets, and everything has been sorted, and one basket is my underpants, so come on, huh.
Oh, I hate sunday's
Who doesn't hate laundry day.
BRB, have to put a load in the dryer.
Put a load, hahaha.
BRB, have to put a load in the dryer.
Put a load, hahaha.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Saturday night is for nothing
The new pair of Doc Martens I ordered from Zappos last night.
No, I don't get a kickback from Zappos for saying Zappos, I just like saying Zappos.
Zappos ...
Zap ...
pooooooooooooooooooooooooooos.
No, I don't get a kickback from Zappos for saying Zappos, I just like saying Zappos.
Zappos ...
Zap ...
pooooooooooooooooooooooooooos.
I got mail !!!
Scan of a postcard that I received today from Amy.
I love it.
I guess I can share what she wrote.
Something something something about me and frivolity and something something something about feasting my eyes and popping my cork ...
Wait, yeah, cork.
I love it.
I guess I can share what she wrote.
Something something something about me and frivolity and something something something about feasting my eyes and popping my cork ...
Wait, yeah, cork.
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