Thursday, December 02, 2004 :::
 

As Bob Dylan says, "He not busy being born is busy dying." Atrophy. Time for me to close. 137 entries for you to peruse at you leisure. Enjoy. It's been a fun run.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 9:53 PM

 

I had a dream, an Arcadian dream, just like Martin Luther King Jr. did. I dreamt of a world better than the world we now live in. A world where we institute a program to align and create social justice in America. (See my plan below.)
Here are some fine tuning elements:
I ‘d find out how to implement the plan with Alan Greenspan taking a look at it. I’d start with the A’s and work toward the Z’s. As each billion was paid out and fed back into the economy I’d move onto the next group of people.
The working have-nots could buy a house, send their kids to school, repair their living spaces…the money would go into the communities not into some CEO already over-bloated salary. The money would not go to war profiteers.
And I would base the program not in insulated out-of-touch Washington, DC. I’d have it run out of Wisconsin, a state where character counts for more than political affiliation, a state where good schools and good roads are given priority, a state that gave the people back state tax when it took in too much, a state that uses it’s lottery earning to give the people real property tax relief (unlike a state like Illinois, where I live, that says it gives the money to schools, which it does in a back-handed way by taking away the original school funding and replacing it with the lottery earning).
We can change. We can become more than the sum of our current bad character traits. We can become an Arcadian dream that spreads our glory out into the world by the echo effect. We can align ourselves with something positive, less filthy, less vulgar.
We can do this.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 2:10 AM

Wednesday, December 01, 2004 :::
 

Darn it! Now all of those Republicans have to wag on home with their tails between their legs!
All they can do is resign. What fun is that?
If George Jr. would have lost they could have gone home angry and written scathing anti-administration, “not my choice” books, a la George Stephanopolis, and made mucho $$$$$$$$$$$$ and had new careers.
Winning isn’t EVERYTHING.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 2:06 AM

 

Some slacker has stolen my dog story. That’s really not good because that was very personal. She tries to evoke the same feelings as I did but says the dog lives at her mother’s house in another state. Well, then you don’t share my feelings so don’t use them.
Plus she tries to steal my road trip stuff. But aha! You are faking it because experience is in the details and your pieces have NO DETAILS.
Unfortunately many peeps will believe her because as readers we are open and hopeful that the writer is being honest with us. It is like that woman that did that pink covered road trip book. A real traveler could tell she probably never took more than a road trip to go off to school. But her book sold and this other slacker just got a book contract, so lying pays off.

Actually lying pays off BIG.

Last week I made the mistake of letting the teevee drone on while I was typing and I heard Rush Limbaugh come on. I don’t like his voice. He reminds me of a dude in school who was a round boy named Mickey Lance. He played the clown, the jovial fatboy just like Limbaugh does. He got away with things, said things, others boys couldn’t…. just like Rush. That seems to be a good package…bulging yellow tripe wrapped in humor.
Look at all of the right-wingers who line up behind Limbaugh and drivel his swill. He was a junkie. He railed against addicts over and over. He is a big fat liar.
Bush jr. is a big medium-sized liar. Look where his lying got him…a second term.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 1:47 AM

Tuesday, November 30, 2004 :::
 

King Ken, the Humpty Dumpty of All Games Shows of All Time, just fell. A woman took him off with a question of...What business has 70,000 white collar workers that work for 4 months? Answer: What is H & R Block. He said FedEx.
Anyway I was happy that the weather turned bad and forced me home so I could see his last day. King Ken was so eternal, on and on and on...NICE.
Actually he beat himself today. He was off his game. Still he won over 2 1/2 million buc-a-roos! with his brain power.
Yeah Ken!

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 2:02 PM

 

Who is the most rock-o-matic, dude-a-licious music man of yesterday, today and tomorrow?
The answer is HERE

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 11:30 AM

Monday, November 29, 2004 :::
 

Everyone who played in the ghetto of sex chat THE HOUSE OF FUN during the millennium change raise your hand.
Thought so.
Hee.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 7:55 AM

 

Ann Coulter and

Maureen Dowd are like two sides of the same cheap coin. They are annoying floosies that really don't know the facts, or maybe they do but they twist them to fit their agenda. I think they are pundits, not journalists...at least I hope not. There is an old-school term for people who have exceeded their intelligence. I think it is called THE PETER PRINCIPLE. It denotes a person who has been promoted because they were cute or a pal. Coulter and Dowd are 2 Peters. There are others too. Watch out for fake news!
Then again most journalists seem to be bought and paid for by the corporate entities that they work for. If even one of them had balls we would see those flag-draped coffins coming back from Iraq. To hell with George Jr's plot to hide and not feel the war.
I think journalism took a big downfall when entertainment became a BIG part of newscasts. It is difficult to believe anyone who reports war and movies in the same half hour.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 7:34 AM

 

What's up with that "pink in the sink" commercial? Why does the woman have false teeth plates, and big ones, horsey? I don't get it. Does it mean that if you don't brush with Colgate you too will have to put your teeth in a cup at night?
Too confusing. I'll stick with Crest.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 7:27 AM

Sunday, November 28, 2004 :::
 

The Great GiveAway

Every time you buy something you are supporting someone, you are making a political statement.
If you bought stuff at the Dollar Store then you supported the Chinese. So far we have bought $150 BILLION in goods from them and they have bought ZERO from us. Free Trade might be a good concept but it doesn’t work in the world we live in. And by gosh by golly we do love our trinkets.
Even Reagan, who happens to be one of my least-liked presidents, (in private I call him President Death because of that ketchup/vegetable thing) brought money to America via tariffs. When the American car industry was failing and people were flocking to by imports he slapped the foreigners with tariffs. They didn’t like that since it cut into their profits and that is why you have so many foreign car made at factories here in America.
My friend Pat, who is still licking his wounds after the last election (and aren’t we all!), has taken to careful shopping in which he boycotts any product from a red state. He explained it with canned tomatoes of a brand he usually uses to make his famous spaghetti sauce. That was from Indiana. Now he purchases a brand from Illinois.
I used to naively think that rich people were the only ones who had to be conscience of the power they give companies and charities by their selection of which gets what, but now I see it at a different level in that we all are making decisions everyday. WE are supporting, or not, specific world interests.
Now I realize being conscious, being awake, in this world takes time, but if you care about this world then make the time. You have it, but most of us like to do the frantic rush-rush and complain that we don’t have a moment to breathe (or look at a label) because, well, its just easier and makes us feel more important and all of the other psychological crap.

If my jeans get any tighter they are going to split in half. At this point I am blaming three turkey dinners that I was forced to consume. Okay not forced, but I didn’t want to be rude and yes, I was hungry each time.
Of course I am lying to myself. I have been a glutton of late, and not just at those three dinners where I was sucking up love and food.
Some days I just wish I could be a big head and not have to think about my body, but I am far too into the attractiveness of flesh (mine and others) to let myself turn into a big ball.
Sex is like gymnastics. It takes a certain amount of physicality to make it extraordinarily good. Okay now turn over. Up Girl. Swing your leg over here. I like a man to roll me around like I’m on a rotisserie spit.
Start diet tomorrow.

If you have been reading this blog you know I am a big fan of BookTV, Cspan. If I am home on any Saturday or Sunday I turn it on loud and do my housestuff. (That’s one of the advantages to living alone.)
Anyway on Sunday there was a speaker talking about blogs, a woman named Cox who has a blog here
She is a person who tries to be clever with every word she utters, but cleverness isn’t everything, and grows tiresome after a while. She does look good and wears cute clothes than delineate her figure.
Her thing was about blogs and how they are a form of new journalism, of sorts. Except when I looked at her site I didn’t find it especially interesting and she is part of a staff or has a staff. There is a masthead. Which to me is antiblogging since blogs are supposed to be one person talking or a head-blogger with others just adding their comments. Blogs are kind of underground, the voices of the people, and this woman seems to be the opposite of that, which makes me thing that the establishment (wow there’s a 60s word!!!) is trying to present a fake blog as underground when it is anything but. Real blogs are on host sites where they can implode at any time.
Take a look at the site and tell me what you think.
P.S. I am going to be moving soon. After all I am more of an imagist than anything else and I can't post pics here anymore so I will be traveling to another free spot that will allow me to be me. URL to come.

I had an actual subject for today but I started painting and whoosh it flew out of my head. You see I was out junk picking on Saturday. Well not actually on a junking mission, the stuff was just on my route to the grocery store so I stopped and picked up a few things. The BEST thing was a 1950s shell art piece. It is large and has seashells glued to it. Ladies made these as a remembrance and brag about their trip to Florida, as they should have. Mine, the one I now own, is about 2 ½’ x 3 ½’, HUGE! Since most were slim panels.
I had planned to give it away to the first of my friends who admired it, but not now. I am adding a giant mermaid in the open spot. She will be entirely made of glitter. She’s sketched out and ready to go.
Hmmm. I don’t have a space for her in my bathroom unless I take down the one of a girl sea monkey riding a boy sea monkey yelling YIPPEE! So I guess if you come to my house and like the mermaid, it’s yours. Then again, it could work over my bed.

This subject raises the ugly monster head about junking. In my family it is frowned upon as an act of taking things that poor people might need. My older brother won’t even let my nephew go trick-or-treating because he considers it begging.
But.
We live in a plentiful world and if I see something I can use then I feel like it is my obligation not to create an ecological disaster by leaving all of this “stuff” to go to the landfill.
See. You can ameliorate anything.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 7:55 PM