Used to be, when I played my mom in Scrabble, we’d both be in the high 200’s, occasionally breaking the 300 pt. barrier. Last night, though, both of us could barely muster early 100’s.
Boy, that Halford is one great singer!
What was wrong? Shitty, mutual, by-chance picks of wooden letters out of the bag which I gave a good shake to + rust. Scrabble is a game that tests your mental agility and I haven’t been writing very often this last little while. And my mom is really slowing down just as she said she was. At 91, maybe that is a given or maybe it’s because I haven’t been playing Scrabble with her as often as before.
There was a reason for that which I remembered just now. A while back, she created an event that left me burning and led to another mini-crisis in my extended family. Having been (emotionally) burned, I stayed away for a while. But in doing so, I forgot that the meter is running on her life and the more I avoid contact, the farther down the well she falls, intellectual-wise. It’s hard.
I have 2 sisters who keep her company but they don’t play Scrabble with her, only I do.
Tuesday, she leaves for Florida where she has a small mobile home so I’m going to spend some time over the weekend hanging out with her.
Another Depressing Story about Binge Working
I stayed in last weekend writing a website which was positioned with me as being all-important for the “investors.” Uh-huh.
I am rusty with that as well. I got it done and, as usual, it didn’t fucking matter. Plus, it thoroughly wore me out and I am only getting back to where I was last Friday, today. Surely, I will learn this lesson. In doing so, I didn’t go over to see my mom.
I have been doing this – putting work ahead of my life, my friends, my mom – since I was 20 years old and it has never been a good idea.
Someone mentioned to me over-the-phone the importance of balance. To them, I say “balance isn’t a decision, it’s a process.”
How does this song find its way into my InBox? Look Miss P, I have fallen in love, and with you, but when do i get to see you? But I still keep “seeing” likenesses of you. I thought I saw you last week at a network function and again tonight on the street walking north on Church St. It’s so weird…
Ok, ok, holy shit! Pipe down already!! Guy takes a couple days off and an angry mob appears outside the kitchen window. This blog takes time and I am changing direction in several areas of my life so monologues on the amputee chicks will have to wait.
And when I skipped these days, the big board – My YouTube inbox – went haywire. But are the two – this blog and YT even connected? Yes, they are. And it ain’t my imagination even though mine is more marvelous and fantastic than most!
I Wrote This Yesterday, Nov. 3rd
11 Judas Priest tunes appeared in my feed yesterday, including Electric Eye, the most versions of any band at any time – the former being AC/DC and Judas Priest with 9 each and that musical taste along with Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Anvil, etc. belongs to The One who I intend to marry if i ever see her again. And we shall have a varied life.
And What do I Get???
I get cat videos, hundreds, thousands of them. And videos with gay guys in them. Oh joy! Listen! Just quit that shit!
Just talked to a supposed friend of hers and ……maybe I said the wrong thing….or two…..(it’s my blog and I can be as crazy as I want. But I’m not crazy; you’re crazy. Crazy for thinking that I’m crazy!
Let’s Move On, Shall We?
‘Got stoned last night – and not on LSD: pul-leaze! Anyway, I was overdue and while in a temporary state of euphoria, these songs came to mind.
I was heaving my old mattress set out of my apt building-and recycling it at the same time-when some 20-something kid opened the door downstairs which led to the basement apts. Unwisely, I asked “Are you coming out?”
He responded with a garbled, “Did you let any girl in?”
“What?”
He screamed at me, I screamed back in a menacing way and considered intercepting him before he withdrew to his friend’s place or knocking on the door and destroying his foolish pride. I can do both if riled and have “taken care of assholes” expeditiously before and before they could respond because loudmouths never expect payback for their stupidity – and society, Canadian society, rewards them.
Example 1:
I’m at the Vibrator’s show
in the Drake Hotel’s basement when it was a dive – and a good one, too – back in the mid-90s. The band is fairly cooking and for the brief moment when I was somewhat stationary, some fuckhead behind me jumps on my back. He was fairly heavy and I tried to shake him off but it didn’t work. So, without thinking, I rotated my lower body and performed a “crack the whip” maneuver which sent him flying onto the hard floor. He didn’t get up right away and he didn’t come back to congratulate me on my form. And his little fucker friends backed up just a teensy bit which was good judgment.
‘Probably lip-synched but a good tune nonetheless
Example 2:
the Iggy show about 10 years ago
I was high and moderately drunk and having a good time with Schwiggy, a 20-year friend when, without warning some sawed-off cretin behind us jumps me and tries the old hockey trick of lifting my sweater over my arms, immobilizing them, so he could “beat me up.” While, I’ve played hockey before, watched a lot of hockey fights and within milliseconds became enraged, wheeled around, got a good hold of the tops of his shoulders, bent at the knees and moved forward and up – like I was heaving a 35 foot jump shot. The last thing I remember, ’cause my eyes were closed, was the feeling of his feet leaving the floor.
I opened them and this little shit was 8-9 feet away with this psycho-scared look on his face. Me being the gentle giant, I bade him forward in a gesture of friendship and camaraderie but he remained aloof. I think he was pissed off that I was in front of him and really, all he had to do was to ask me if he could stand in front of me and I would have said, “No fucking way, you little shit and if you don’t like it why don’t you jump me and try a hockey fight trick on me!” No, that’s not true, I would’ve said, “Sure.”
Back to the Present
I’ve had run-ins with the white trash the stupor(intended) has carted in here before and decided to let Gen Y guy win the first round; however…..
I had something ’special’ festering in a bucket in my washroom – a formerly white kitchen garbage can filled about 1/2 way with a viciously stinking brew including used oranges, liquid floor scum, lettuce left too long in the fridge that had melted, zucchini that had turned into a bag of goo, water, Javex, and old rag, garbage sweat that had leaked, osmosis-style through what was a white kitchen garbage bag, assorted, discarded pieces of vegetable and fruit + the essential ingredients of time and neglect. ….
If this were a John Waters movie, like the classic Pink Flamingos, I’d be in a strong second place as the Filthiest Person in the World:
As with my unofficial experiments of old: 1) what happens when milk is left out in the summer’s heat, 2) to what degree will shit stained underwear repulse and mortify people? and its follow-up, 3) how much more will shit stained underwear gross out and make people nauseous when it’s draped over their door knob and they discover it first thing in the morning?
“I live in the city, every dirty year”
I want to find out my basement neighbor’s opinion of my “stew” if it were poured beside his open bedroom window. I don’t know now but I will when I see him next – or maybe I’ll never know or maybe I will when I mix my next batch, which be worse and more potent now that I know what to do, and douse his open window screen with it. That’s what I should have done but the stew had to go; it really was broth most foul.
Is that evil? It is justice. If we keep letting little stoners get away with bullshit without a measure of Mafia-style revenge, our society will further descend into deeper decay then it is now.
I’m not going to idly bide my time while that happens.
Apt. 1: look out. You’ve awoken the mad scientist within me.
After being engulfed in Metallica’s artistic smorgaborg last night and with 2 long meetings coming up today, I’m lounging – and watching what’s washed ashore in my You Tube feed. Today, I’m getting a lot of animal-on-animal fucking sequences and, nature lover than I am (don’t go too literal here), I have to watch them.
Look at all help and encouragement “Trigger” gets when he’s mounting Miss Mare here. Mid-wives are helping him up, guiding him in (she’s done this before…) and patting him on his hind quarters when he gets some traction. And just look at the size of his hoagie! (it had to be said) This is organized horse sex at its best.
And look at the little kid just watching …..innocent-like.
Help Wanted!
Our eager friend could have used some team work with his moody quarry. She has a headache, a hoof ache, or maybe prefers a candlelit dinner and some intimate words of tenderness before public sex. The Planet of the Apes sound track showcases the conquest.
Locked and Loaded
This aptly named “stud” takes charge and gets it done and he is one efficient worker. Of course, the camera guy was probably off somewhere filming pig-fucking and didn’t get there until the stud’s ‘money shot.’ Timing is everything – for everything.
Yesterday’s Treats: Sleeping Beauty Pranks
Who hasn’t pulled pranks on friends and loved one while they snoozed? I have, and those moments and those shared with me, are among the funniest in my life.
Ok, first up:
Because it’s Halloween. Ha-ha-ha. Priceless!
The rabbit from Alice in Wonderland catching some z’s:
His girlfriend has an evil and delicious sense of humour.
Epilogue
Truly, I am a moron. I’ve bookmarked hundreds of videos without showing them! For months. So, I’m going to start doing that.
…for me to finish the biggest shit – by the biggest shit (me) – since Friday night.
All that sitting around over the last 2 days had rendered me full of shit – more so than usual – but I have now been evacuated, as they say in the medical business, so it is time for me to “close up” (medical) and be on my way. No planning has been done except to arrive. No time to pick up any Metallica, etc. regalia or accoutrements, so I attend once again as a plebie.
Again, it is far too early for any rock n’roll show to begin. My preferred start time is 9pm and I’ve written to the promoter recommending this. No one has returned my calls.
I took last week off and binged – to quote the TV program “Intervention” segments I watched – on possibly hundreds of YouTube videos. With no vacation anywhere around, I was completely fed up up with the project I’ve been working on. There were no drugs, no booze just videos. Like Stiv Bators and the Lords of The New Church bemoaned, I’ve been ‘Living on the Tube.”
It was quite a day of coincidences. Someone pumped several videos into my YT feed and they described quite accurately what I’d been up to. I also spent the entire day writing up fairly elaborate business scenarios for a client’s website which, content and mechanics-wise, has become my website.
But as another video pointed out, I’m going to look on the bright side
because the scenarios are going to create an awesome effect that is custom-fitted to the site’s purpose and effectiveness. I burned today but it had to get done and now, they almost are.
Me, yesterday:
But Awesome Meeting on Saturday
Met with a website designer and we negotiated a deal. He’s going to transform my website into a blog which meshes nicely with social media and can be search engine optimized much more readily. Is this exciting? Well, yea, it is ’cause it means that soon, my true abilities will be recognized faster. That means differentiation and vacations.
In return, I’m going to teach him sales and turn him into a business-savvy, customer-focused web designer. Which will make him a hybrid and just the guy people everywhere will want to do business with.
Mermaids, mermaids everywhere!
Holy fish food Batman, my YouTube Inbox was swimming in mermaids today! Schools of them! Videos of them lounging on the beach, rippling past corral, starring in Broadway plays; instructional mermaid tails, even. I checked my bathtub but didn’t see any. Too bad. I’d like to scale her, maybe douse her in oil, get her all hot and bothered….
The ideal mermaid experience: Part I
When will this happen to me? I’d even settle for a dry land version.
Yesterday, ‘Mermaids’ the movie with Cher and Winona Ryder was on. Several clips made their way to me and i watched them; hell! I watched most of the movie and it was very funny and often bittersweet.
In this clip, Winona’s fatherless teenage character, Charlotte, drives far away from her mom’s place, has a car “breakdown,” gets a family out of bed, and stays for breakfast where she finally has the experience of “a real-live father actually living in the same house as his wife and kids. They’re perfect. This is like television….maybe they’ll adopt me.”
Oh-h-h, the look on Winona’s face (from 6:32 to 6:38) when her mom’s boyfriend drives out to get her is so, so sad. (She is such a great actress). Charlotte’s brush with ‘normal’ family life briefly filled her need for stability and a father but it was oh so fleeting.
Author Nancy Friday spent a couple of chapters in one of her books discussing how important functional fathers are to their daughters. Dads model what is masculine for their daughters and give her a different type of guidance and example. My dad gave my middle sister a shit example which led her to choose the wrong guy her first time around. If I knew then what I know now, I would have taken her aside and punched her fiance out because he was one disrespectful, smirking asshole.
So, what is it with mermaids, already?
It’s a great vacation scenario. Were they foreshadowing Halloween? I don’t even where I’m going or if I’m going somewhere for Halloween!
Maybe I’ll be out somewhere and I’ll find a lovely thing on the rocks…and…
But I shouldn’t jest because mermaids are real, says science:
Finally, I was sent a hilarious show clip by “The Lonely Island” comedy troupe where Jack Black does a great send-up of George Washington to start thing off:
