Friday, March 24, 2017

People Of Earth 

Rotating, spinning, toward ... where?

Nowhere - but - "What a fucking trip!

This world is so upside-down.  

Here we are - millions/trillions of "little insect-like" humans (our name for ourselves) scurrying around, each with our own individual missions - for what?  

Nothing.

Nothing really matters, and like my dear ol dad always said "a hundred years from now - nobody will know the difference."

Those words reverberate in my head as I watch the 'political theater' unraveling in Washington D.C. - and marvel at why humans are so fricking stupid, dumb, vain and arrogant.  

Yeah, no truer words have ever been uttered except perhaps - 'shit happens.'

I've always had a problem with society in general.  Society is that ever changing (slowly though) set of rules that govern us all - based solely on the "will" of those in power, who are usually (but not always) in the majority.  The rest of us are forced to abide by their rules, regardless of whether they are actually right or wrong.  Btw, "Right" is defined as that which is determined by society; everyone else - "SIT DOWN and SHUT UP~!"

But ... sitting down and shutting up doesn't fit with some of us.

In my idle time while postulating to myself about this crap (society) I dream up the 'perfect society type person.'

I will refer to him as he - even though a society rule dictates to be PC (short for Politically Correct) I should refer to my imaginary character as either - "he/she."  But, I don't, so, you will just have to adapt to "my rule" or quit reading, which is entirely your right (according to my rules).

This "perfect society type person" is - a white dude, of average age, height, hair color, attitude, humor, and weight, married with one and a half children (don't ask where the other half is) who goes to church every Sunday morning, prays to his god and throw a buck in the collection plate.  He goes to work on the following Monday, screws everyone to the best of his ability for his own good and comes home to a supper of 'chicken fried steak/green beans' before departing for the ballpark to coach his 8 year old son at the grand sport of "Baseball."  There's more but I'm bored with this description at the moment - so I will round his character out a little more later.

Society has it's fingers in "everything."  You can't go P with out violating a society rule somewhere along your path to the shitter.

We have to write a certain way, capitalize certain words, insert commas, and maker sure all the 'rules' are followed to the T.

But there are 'small, but bright spots,' in the literary landscape.  For example - the proper way to write is going 'off the rails' a little at a time.  If you don't believe me just check out some of the stuff you now see on the internet, misspelled words, words used improperly and a lack of proper placement of periods, commas and so on.  

We can deal with all these dinky things or we can jump to the big point in this piece.

The world is slowly becoming more liberal with each passing minute on the clock.  This is just natural - for when one thinks about it - seriously thinks about it - it's obvious that as time goes on - the thinking of humans revolves around to accepting the inevitable - "nobody gets off the planet alive."  Yeah I know - that's a tired old cliche - but it works.  And, as more and more of us (humans) realize where we're really headed - it's only natural to not give a flying fuck about traditional values.  In fact, I predict that at some point in our future - society will eventually cease to be a word that has any meaning at all.

Society's big problem is - "Society doesn't accept the FACT that we are on a deserted piece of dirt floating through a place we have very little information about and UNTIL we do, we and "what we do and say" won't matter.

Someday - "maybe" our situation will change but for now we just don't make a difference.

Have A Good Day - Paul Harvey!











Saturday, February 11, 2017

Feb 11th ...

We're getting ready to vacate the premises (so that contractor can cover/enclose our patio as well as remodel the main bath).  Our chosen destination is to visit some good friends in Houston for a couple of days and then to meander over to Bossier City (La) and park our RV at our favorite Casino and play BJ/Slots for a week.  While there we will probably take advantage of being in close proximity to "Joe's Crab Shack," one of our favorite eateries, and of course we both love their "bloody mary's."

Plan on being back at the house on or around the 26th Feb.

We will be without 'cable tv' while we are gone which will be blessed relief from all the stupid politics going on.  As for internet - we will have access - but RV Parks are not known for 'good internet connectivity,' so I might be awol from my blog while gone.

Meanwhile..... I will continue to check for 'mushroom clouds,' and hope that the orange buffoon doesn't start WW3.


Sunday, February 5, 2017

Since leaving FB I've felt the utmost freedom.  It has been 'so good' to get away from that ... piece of shit place.

Also, it's made me realize just how 'un-important' it is and that the same thing applies to political issues.  I could give a good god-damn about politics.  Let Trumpus do whatever he and his fellow pigs feel like; I won't be bothered by them. 

After all, at 68 I've already got the 'hay in the barn' which THEY CAN'T TOUCH so... I'm not concerned with anything other than the nuclear thing, and I'm not talking about some silly rule in the Senate.  I get up every morning and look out my kitchen window for 'mushroom clouds.'  If I don't see any I have my first cup of coffee, turn on XBOX1 and play a little golf before getting up for Cup#2.  Later I start breakfast and get on with my day.  Screw Trump, the rest of the REPUGS and the DEMOS.  I have no time for them or their crazy bullshit.




Wednesday, February 1, 2017

2-1-17 Deactivated my Facebook Account today (7:32 p.m. C.S.T.) and feel really good about it.  Just got tired of screwing with it.  To sum up my FB experience I can only say it ceased to be a place I enjoyed being.

I don't know how much time I'll spend here.  We'll just have to see.


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Monday March 5, 2007


Ya Try To Be Frugal and Where Does It Get Ya?


...Well, that is THE LAST TIME I'm going to buy yogurt out of the trunk of some guy's car in the parking lot.

Next time, you can be sure I'm going to go in the store and pay the extra 20 cents.

(Ok...so I'm kidding. I didn't really do that. I just thought that an imaginary black market yogurt deal in some random dimly lit parking lot was funny. But that's just me.)

Well first of all, any substance that can't decide whether it's pudding, ice cream, or sour cream is just suspect in my opinion. Ohhhhh yes, yogurt will bob and weave and tell you that it is a distinct and beneficial dairy product, but I still don't trust it. Ohhhhh yes, it sits and waits, with an expiration date of...say 4 to 6 weeks down the road...lulling you into a passive sense of security.

But then you open it. Things are happening in that container. Not pretty things, mind you. Stuff is separating and forming a ring of curious liquid around the edge of the container...like a placenta for some alien about to hatch and jump out to burrow into your brain through your nostrils.

I always sniff yogurt before I eat it. I don't know why. It just warrants sniffing. My former workout partner used to sniff every single forkful of his food before he ate it, when we went out to eat after the gym. That used to drive me fucking crazy. It was the most annoying habit I have ever witnessed in another human.

So anyways...."Fruit on the Bottom"...??? What's THAT shit all about? Just another subliminal message so the "Man" can keep the gay guys down, right? Uh huh.

I'm on to you, yogurt. You bettah check yo'self.

Sniff. Sniff.
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