Learical Shreiks from the Tower

Mind Bender

2009-11-25T14:27:00.000-08:00

trying to embed this video, but don't know how. Anyway, here's the link

http://mcooki.es/184193

like masochism to counterbalance the sadism that I've wrought on this world. Like a good earth shattering scream of primal fear. Like being in a car wreck and having the world turned upside down. Am a huge fan of Family Guy, and have always felt that the Brian character was a voice of reason. WE all think we're nice, and smart, and one of the good guys, but really, what if we're not? What if everything we believe to be true is a lie? What if it's all wrong?

Da Raiders and the world. .

2008-09-23T09:43:00.000-07:00

I am tired
I am weary
I could sleep
for a thousand years
A thousand tears
that would awake me

Another Sunday of watching the local team lose. We had a chance to win; I turned on the boob tube to see that "WE" were up and got all excited. Fists pumped to the air; heck, even my dogs were catching the wave of excitement that they didn't know reasons for; jumping, barking, like their master was getting a chewy treat and they were stoked for him. Who wouldn't be. The Raiders were winning! Henceforth, the Raiders lost. Like the Democratic National Party, they fought long and hard to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. "You've got your work cut out for you; You're up in the polls, how will you lose this time?" Jon Stewart asks Howard Dean.

Instead of a 2-1 start, we have a 1-2 start. Be thankful for that one win, some detractors might say, but I feel there's something more insidious than that. A coaching carosel in play. Looking for news, first there's the fight:

http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1612844765?bctid=1811559635

then there's the story before the fight:
http://blogs.mercurynews.com/kawakami/2008/09/17/constant-kiffin-the-raiders-vs-their-own-coach-round-15/

and then the fight again
http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1612844765?bctid=1811559635

All the shit that's produced. Meanwhile politicians make the busy sound. Clamoring for votes while not doing a damn thing except capaigning. JaMarcus, please throw in a pass play every now and then. And I thought Phil Rivers was too reliant on LT. Home teams are supposed to win. Quarterbacks are to throw, pass, run. The good guys are supposed to win. The honest politician heroes are supposed to. . .oh hell nevermind.

We watch the scrum, because thats what we watch football for. But sometimes, that gets old. The home team won't mak the playoffs. The person elected isn't the person that shows up on inaguration day. We've been hoodwinked. Shiny Shiny, Shiny boots of leather.

God help us all, in another losing life

out of doors

2008-04-18T19:22:00.000-07:00

I try to work outside. Job security is inside. Spend days inside walled roof room, nice and maintained. Step outside my own house, there's weeds encroaching on a ten thousand dollar lawn. Each weed taunts, blowing in the wind, threatening to spread even more seed.

Life is getting longer. Days roll by to an ever increasing age and race to decrepitness and possibly invalidity. A fear overwhelms. Am no longer the wild rock and roll star.

Any fan of "Frank's Wild Years" will understand this: So, try to go out, found the new sport of Geocaching. Interesting new places, a way to "get out", but suddenly came across another being. Other person ranting on supposed trespass to incur a reciprical. Terrified.

I run back indoors, light a cigarette, and watch the weeds grow. Think there's a new one.

olympic torch relay San Francisco 2008

2008-04-09T22:49:00.000-07:00

i was there. The city was a'buzz. Got there late for pre-party lunch, 1240 when the shindig starts at 1300, and massive crowds already a'formin'. Lunch partner states that noise has been going on since mid morning and craziness was already in the air. Not in their eyes, though, it was kind of mellow, in regards as someone hoping that as this torch relay, in our hood would be to the world, the Olympics, all the other cities that protested, tore down the flame or stood peacefully smiling holding the safest flag to fly, that this would be ours to theirs, this would be our Altamont to their Woodstock. Free on the streets my feet traveled, around the corner for a bit, passing by a Van Ness sign in an MuniTranny 50-50 bar. Should've stopped their, but had to get in depth look at the crowds and the reaction. Waves were slamming, many flags together, away from the area. Why? Boredom. Asked both sides of the flags, "Did it happen so fast?"; "Well, whatever was supposed to happen, happened, and now its over". Undaunted, plunged deeper into the morass. China flag camps here, what I assume to be Tibetan flags in camps over there. Way off in the corner were green flags and t-shirted people, which it turned out to be Darfur saviors. Then the Burma freedom people walked by. Everybody was freeing and saving many countries. Guess they all felt good about it. they all had different chants, some in languages unknown. there was little shoving, the main reason to be here. it was as the rush watching a fight start, but when nothing comes of it, as though it effected the performance between the sheets. These angry protesters laughed and walked away from each other, without blood exposed. This was the pattern that repeated. Just to kick things up, "Let's Go Oakland, Let's Go!". Everyone has a cause, Oakland's mine. A's; Raiders, Warriors. Because this was all pointless. Maybe pointlessness is the point of the Olympics. Sport for sport sake. Politic for its own sake, money for the sake of money. How about, since none of the Olympics is to be political, why can it also not be commercial, for just one day out of the average two weeks, how about all the money that's funneled through this event towards advertising, for one day take that money and ensure everyone on this planet has food available to eat (and possibly provide a greater later advertising marketing, and selling market)? Big companies would look good. IS a PR stunt of greater market impact than a TV ad on Astound Cable? Anyway, it was there, and people of all shades were miffed.

Changing the parade route - we heard this may happen. What's the point? What's the point of having a public event, but not want anyone to see it? Senseless, again, the returning theme.

2007-06-16T08:35:00.000-07:00

to be sung with :
http://youtube.com/watch?v=onWDtGUAUKU&mode=related&search=

Cars passed down the town thoroughfare, silently. The summer heat belted the asphalt. Crystal Chris makes his money spinning a business sign on the corner. The cars whip silently through the heat. The heat. The hot. The Inferno. Crowd of cars get together. Crowds get together. Cant see, if, they’re the good guys; can’t see, if they Rotaries, or Tweakers, Can’t see, if they’re, they’re anything to be bespectacled on this Friday night.

When suddenly, Crystal Chris, gets the feeling like he’s being surrounded by horses, horses, forces, coming in, in black and white, siren screaming, he saw forces, horses, pitchforks and knives, fancy cars and shopping carts, horses, horses, all the people, good and bad, rich and poor, he saw, masses, masses, coming in, in all directions,

Do you know how to eat? Do you know how to drink? Do you know what to drink? Well, it looks like this: .A silver can and you know how to smoke? Or do you chase the dragon? What’s wit the needle? Do you like to slam? Do you like to slam? And Mr. Dylan says, “Blam De Dam”

Gladiolus, my sword, flowers dying and passing in the subtle wind. The wind blew, wooden wind chimes, screaming, mad Marie, jumping up, Franciscan choir, singing “Horses”,, in the dead summer breeze, the singing forces forces, something unintelligible, but screaming it louder. . .louder. . . .

There’s a funky little place, it’s an open space, it sits on the corner, of Clayton and Treat. It’s a home, it’s a resting place. For a handful of homeless people, looking for hope, looking for hope, do you look for hope, well, I look for hope, and I found some hope. On this funky little space. With some rock and some rubble. Empty space, Vacated space. Polluted space, an empty gas station, waiting by an angry line of traffic, waiting for someone, to pick up this derelict dog.

Go Rimbaud
Go Rimbaud
Go Baudelaire
Go Bukowski
Go Morisson
Go Apollo
Go Apollo!

What became of the protagonist? The lot is eerily silent now

sister mary patricia ransford

2006-06-08T20:31:00.000-07:00

you people are a bunc of turds

sistreer mary loves

2006-06-01T09:18:00.000-07:00

jut found this site. youtube.com It's got all cool videos you can imagine. Heckle and Jeckel/ mighty mouse cartoons; old hank williams videos, anything you type in the search bar. I got a friend names Macca who puts up website links.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=7JZkWcPECw4&search=t%20rex
jeepster

my high school rock music influences

http://youtube.com/watch?v=pTICIOOiqd0&search=pseudo%20echo
living in a dream

it was about the glam; who says it's still not?

and just cuz i'm Apollo, and dirty and nasty, here's the best money shot you'll ever see

http://youtube.com/watch?v=yJOFwBrTQRo&search=zit

2006-02-23T08:57:00.000-08:00

this morning a friend passed. am waiting for the obituaray. am waiting for the memorial service, cuz if i know some people, a bottle of hooch and there will be some laughs. counting the hours now. we take pieces and souveniegrs and garmets. My heart is poisoned, can that matter? my computer screen has scratches does that matter? friends, strong friends, emotional, I sit stoicaly and unsober. I love you AVL. I love you GFC. and MC you're not too unhandsome yourself.

The people we pass by on the street, to get to know them, we are tooo lucky. I have been unreasonably blessed.

I WILL go to hell, but I will make damn sure that the people I know go to the right place

Barcelona Ho

2005-10-07T09:48:00.000-07:00

a line from the future (or is it today?)

2005-07-20T09:13:00.000-07:00

Editor's Note: The following story may contain spoilers. If you'd rather not know anything, stop reading now.

A fan's notes

2005-07-19T17:32:00.000-07:00

pays to know some history. . .

2005-07-19T17:03:00.000-07:00

2005-06-17T11:10:00.000-07:00

I love it when they call you Big Papa

2005-06-17T10:54:00.000-07:00

A pig's ass

2005-06-17T10:52:00.000-07:00

The road traveled

2005-06-17T10:46:00.000-07:00

Cyst / Salvia Divinorum

2005-06-17T10:45:00.001-07:00

electric animals

2005-06-17T10:45:00.000-07:00

apple on rock

2005-06-17T10:42:00.000-07:00

hopeless bliss

2005-06-17T10:41:00.000-07:00

the devil himself

2005-06-17T10:40:00.000-07:00

INDY PINK.,indy pink's reunion tour

2005-06-17T10:31:00.000-07:00

Mean Gene

2005-06-17T10:18:00.000-07:00

Pool of Blood / Hell's Plaything . . .

2005-06-17T10:14:00.000-07:00

God and man

2005-06-17T10:13:00.001-07:00

Dinosaur

2005-06-17T10:13:00.000-07:00

God's Greatness!

2005-06-17T10:11:00.000-07:00

Madonna and Child

2005-06-17T09:42:00.000-07:00

KKK

2005-06-17T09:25:00.000-07:00

Devil in the Garden

2005-06-17T09:24:00.000-07:00

Getting affairs in order . . .

2005-03-30T10:16:00.000-08:00

101 proof

2005-03-25T15:09:00.000-08:00

Mary

2005-03-25T15:06:00.000-08:00

Frick n' Frack

2005-03-25T15:01:00.000-08:00

Cerberus had fifty heads and devoured raw flesh.

2005-03-25T14:59:00.000-08:00

Gnotghtti's doing F.I.N.E.

2005-03-25T14:58:00.000-08:00

Hot gold to my beloved. . .

2005-03-25T14:57:00.000-08:00

Burble!

2005-03-25T14:53:00.000-08:00

Nice nyse, vury nyce

2005-03-25T14:52:00.000-08:00

NightMerr Bluk

2005-03-25T14:50:00.000-08:00

Green!

2005-03-25T14:48:00.000-08:00

Yellow

2005-03-25T14:46:00.000-08:00

Funny Face

Coach Ed Strange; Rest In Peace; Thank You

2005-01-05T13:03:00.000-08:00

Here is the info on Coach Strange:
As a follow up to the passing of former Parker teacher and coach, Ed Strange, services will be held for the family only.
Sympathy cards may be sent to his wife Lois, and family, atPO Box 517Descanso, CA 91916-0517
Donations may be made in his memory to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society or to the Edward Strange Memorial Award at Francis Parker School.
Donations to the Memorial Award at Parker should be sent to:Edward Strange Memorial AwardFrancis Parker School6501 Linda Vista Rd.San Diego, CA 92111
The obituary that appeared in the San Diego Union Tribune is below
.Edward Leo Strange, 71; popular coach, outdoorsmanBy Maureen Magee
STAFF WRITERJanuary 1, 2005
He was born the son of tobacco farmers and raised in a tiny Kentucky house that lacked both running water and refrigeration.It was there in rural Dog Creek where Edward Leo Strange's childhood adventures prepared him for a life as a talented athlete, beloved San Diego high school coach and avid outdoorsman.Known by his many former students as Coach Strange, he died on Monday after a battle with lymphoma. He was 71."He touched so many lives," Michael Strange said of his father. "I never went out in public with him without him running into one of his former students ... wherever we were in the world."As a youth, Mr. Strange and his family moved to Louisville, Ky., where he attended DuPont Manual High School and became a first team high school all-American football standout.The young athlete's talents caught the attention of Paul "Bear" Bryant, who was then the head football coach at the University of Kentucky. Bryant offered him a scholarship to play for the Wildcats. Mr. Strange refused to attend until the university agreed to offer a similar scholarship to a high school teammate.Mr. Strange became one of the few, elite four-year lettermen in the long history of Kentucky football. He started both ways for the Wildcats playing center and middle linebacker. During his tenure with the Wildcats, the team never lost to its dreaded arch-rival, Tennessee.Mr. Strange joined the Marines and, after basic training, was assigned to the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego and played football, helping the team earn national honors in 1957. He met his wife, Lois Ohre of Mission Valley, while at MCRD.After leaving the Marines, he accepted a position with General Dynamics and assisted in the Project Mercury space shot of John Glenn's Friendship 7.But Mr. Strange missed football, and he jumped at a chance to coach at the new University of San Diego High School. During his 17 years there, he helped the team earn a CIF football championship in 1964.Mr. Strange coached another 17 years at Francis Parker High School, where the team earned several CIF championships under his guidance as an assistant coach."He was the most giving person. When there were faculty members who were hurting, he would tell the school to pass on his raise to them," said Francis Parker Athletic Director Dan Kuiper, who coached with Mr. Strange.Mr. Strange was a fixture of the local sport-fishing community, having had many of the captains and crew mates as students during his life of coaching.An avid fisherman, he wrote a book, "Party Boat Fishing Made Easy," to help inexperienced anglers in the art of San Diego sport fishing.Mr. Strange moved to Descanso after retirement, enjoying the life of a gentleman rancher in between his frequent fishing trips.He is survived by his wife of 46 years, Lois Strange of Descanso; his brother, Jim Strange of Shepherdsville, Ky; his son, Michael Strange; daughter-in-law Carolyn Lum; and granddaughters Ashlyn and Skylar of San Francisco.After a private ceremony, the family will scatter Mr. Strange's ashes at sea.Donations may be made in his memory to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society or to the Edward Strange Memorial Award at Francis Parker High School.

your mama

2004-12-30T13:10:00.000-08:00

and another thing. I hate the military. I was lucky to have my father beat my ass before i was to make the mistake and enlist. "But dad, our government tells us the bad guys are pulling babies from incuabtors, burning churches, massacring women and children". The governemnt lies. and the military, those poor slobs, expecting VA benefits from the country the worked for? ever hear of the bonus march on washington? what a piece of shit! the government ho slaps its own! and tho i totally disagree with the lie of 'truth justice, and the american way", i disagree about our cause to war, i disagree with saul about "contractors", i still know that no one will ever care

the old drunkard's motto : No one knows and no one cares

2004-12-30T11:57:00.000-08:00

i hate fucking christmas, bfd. But it's time that i stepped out of myself for a minute, maybe you should too. Complain about the rain, the farting dogs, the household chores, whatever. There is that terrible tsunami that killed tens of thousands of people. imagine, a hit rock concert, up, lifted, and smashed back down to the ground. A co-worker told me some americans were killed too. The american poplation in the death toll was just a drop in the bucket, registering maybe a whole percentage point. BFD. People are killed and that sucks. What's worse, aside from the rampant cholera that will spread around there, a place that's already too poor to piss, will be the donation scams, donate money to the victims so that some sheister can live on a yacht. I lost my coffee and my train of thought.
Another shitty thing : I rap with this guy over in afghanistan, saul, messing with the military in some context or another, check his site out http://cantbelieveivolunteeredforthis.blogspot.com/
anywho, it's freezing and snowing and butt ass cold over there. mucking around in frozen mud. worried about generators for survival, i pray for him to get home. Hell, if God reads this blog, I pray that all suffering ends. Give me a year full of rainy days and full kitty litter boxes, but no huge death tolls, no more wars. This world is stupid!

2004-12-24T15:43:00.000-08:00

devil may care

what's jesus got to do with you (santa)

2004-12-21T08:22:00.000-08:00

scott peterson

2004-12-21T07:59:00.000-08:00

you want to know my take? Scott peterson sentenced to die? First the case against peterson was shoddy at best. Circumstantial evidence. Bungled police work. Bungle prosecution work. The prosecution didn't even have faith in their own work, so they offered up a lesser charge of second degree murder just so they could get any conviction on him. hell, they would have been satisfied if they could find him guilty of a parking violation. Surprisingly enough, peterson got first degree. Women smelled blood! They wouldn't have been satisfied with anything less than first degree murder and death. During the reading of the guilt phase verdict, there was a hooting and a hollering. what crap! And with the first degree iyt normally goes, Death. so be it. I never get the good feeling of death in my name. The quotes in the paper state that the jurors were swayed by scott peterson's lack of emotion to be the determinate of guilt. hell, he was already judged guilty by the public even before he was arrested. The public wanted a roasting. And so now all women are diddling themselves in a fury over this, even worse then meth addled suburbanites in SD were getting silly over Caminiti in 96, even worse. Them stupid bitches on "The View" were discussing the case this morning (I don't watch that shit, it was on at the liquor store when i got my smokes this morn), getting themselves in a frenzy "I don't like him, he wasn't sad, so let's kill him. This case is as divisive between the genders as the OJ case was between those with and without melanin. All I know is if you got a third leg, you better do the duck and cover. This "Conner's Law" is horse crap. "But, he killed a baby" they cry. But the baby wasn't born yet! Everyone says it was a baby, but then what is the special word when a lifeform is actually born? This "Conner's Law", making criminal anything that harms the unborn child, I will laugh my fool ass off when this turns and tramples abortion rights and gets women in a backlash uproar. Stupid bitches!
All I can say is I get dismayed at death sentences. And, more importantly, and you can quote me, Laci peterson, the bitch had it coming.

P.S. Amber Frey is a slut. Putting out on the first date, after chapagne and kareoke? She's as much of an easy lay as that magazine slap. I feel for her parents. Definitely more than laci's media whore mom, who should get tips from marc klass

I'm out
Have a take, and make sure it does not suck

Your mama

2004-12-21T07:52:00.000-08:00

During discussion of botanical psychotropics, the mormon told me to brew up some oleander tea. I told him to go Pogue Mahone

2004-11-11T10:10:00.000-08:00

troubles in the world, thank god, none of them are mine. Double your Double. Bastard your Bastard. Got a friend in Afghansitan, doing someone's work, just don't know whose. He lost a Rage against the machine hat there. I lost a Raiders skull cap in Belfast, natives will get to know. There was an explosion nearby my neighborhood, in walnut creek calif. a passer by, rght during the time of explosion, witnessing two men ablaze high tailed out of there; instead of calling 911, decides to call the local radio station. maybe the dj will help her emotions. anywho, this lady was so brazen on her lack of heroics, that she popped up on late night news, and the major newspapers too. her name is Ellen / Gordon Sabaduquia. Google that and stalk her. Three mentions on the eveing news, and then two local newspapers, dunno

hope all is well with you

winds, they are a changing; sand into mud

2004-10-24T07:27:00.000-07:00

cabin fever is closely creeping. the first rain of the season struck earlier this week, a storm most powerful. The rain came at such force that it didn't just come down, it bounced back high, got picked up in the winds and went sideways, and sometimes went back up again. Even god was looking for an umbrella. The rain turned into bullets and stung me eyes. Now if I stay on one side of the white line I'll be fine, if only i could find that line. . . (sigh). Cars drive past, hitting the puddle, making waves, right up over me. Now, if I was stoned it would be fun; hell, I was already soaked through me bones. But that was then, this is now.

For fear of another deluge, my new crowned angel and i hid in fear, at home. Not without prepping ourselves. A bottle of Jack and a bottle of peppermint 100 proof, liquor on credit, where did the money go? where did our sensibilities go? In old ancient dusty words, "We drank for escape, now we drink to hold on".

2004-10-18T11:00:00.000-07:00

my location is roughly

37°58'4" North, 122°0'54" West (37.967825, -122.015135

if that makes any sense, lattitude, longitude, and attidute

again, afghanistan . . .

2004-10-18T09:22:00.000-07:00

blue67: my dawg!
saul_b22 : sup my dawg
saul_b22 : how are things?
r_blue67: chillin like a villian
saul_b22 : you recouperate yet?
saul_b22 : same here
r_blue67: schemibn like a demon
saul_b22 : yeah...
r_blue67: happy monday
saul_b22 : yeah
saul_b22 : monday evening
saul_b22 : happy monday to you as well
r_blue67: glad to hear you survived the weekend
saul_b22 : yeah sure did
saul_b22 : tomorrow is the big test though
r_blue67: i barely survived, my missus intstilled beer rationing
r_blue67: whats up tomorrow?
saul_b22 : damn
saul_b22 : why was that?
saul_b22 : tomorrow i levae here and go to my site
r_blue67: oh jeez
r_blue67: i tell her, instead of three bottles of beer a night, how about only one bottle of whiskey
r_blue67: no go
saul_b22 : LOL
saul_b22 : that would be the deal of the century
r_blue67: i thjink sosaul_b22 : same here
saul_b22 : great minds must think alike
r_blue67: i heard an interesting story about your neck of the woods
saul_b22 : oh yeah
saul_b22 : what did you hear?
r_blue67: some soldiers, either in iraq or afghan, refused order to do some form of convoy, citing unsafe conditions
saul_b22 : yeah
saul_b22 : that was iraq
r_blue67: ring a bell?
r_blue67: ok
saul_b22 : reservists
saul_b22 : i read about that
saul_b22 : i am going on convoy tomorrow
r_blue67: damnm, them soldiers got balls for denying order
saul_b22 : lord help us
saul_b22 : lol
saul_b22 : i know they do
saul_b22 : and the fuckers took away suplies from units inbedded in the main fighting area
saul_b22 : so they suck
saul_b22 : theywere suppose to do a supply run to these others units
r_blue67: i know the troops are underequipped
saul_b22 : and that is fucked up to leave your brother hanging like that
r_blue67: stories trickle here about how ungodly unarmed and underequipped everyone is out there
r_blue67: yea i guess
saul_b22 : yeah they can say that
saul_b22 : but you know what
r_blue67: what?
r_blue67: but why does the gov. pin soldier vs. soldier
saul_b22 : they shouldn't have left the others out there like that
saul_b22 : don't know...man
saul_b22 : those soldiers should have found a way to fix the things they said dind't work
saul_b22 : and go out there and help there fellow soldiers
saul_b22 : that is my point of view
r_blue67: yea thats true
r_blue67: still i cant imagine tell my superior to jump in a lakelike that
saul_b22 : i know
saul_b22 : i never could have done it in themarines
saul_b22 : and i don't know how they did it there
saul_b22 : that is nuts
r_blue67: how long were you in the marines?
saul_b22 : it is war
saul_b22 : go help your brother out there
r_blue67: yes and it sucks
saul_b22 : no matter what
saul_b22 : that is what soldiers and marines do
saul_b22 : 8 years
r_blue67: christ
saul_b22 : christ? what?
r_blue67: whats your missus think about all this time away from home?
saul_b22 : don't really have one
saul_b22 : i do
saul_b22 : but we are not like super serious
saul_b22 : we know we will be together for a long time
saul_b22 : but she doesn't have time right now to deal with me
saul_b22 : kinda wierd relationship
saul_b22 : if i explained it you would say i was being used
saul_b22 : LOL
r_blue67: i was telling my wife about you and she's like, if i was his wife, i'd yell at him to get his arse home now (she's irish blood too, unfortunately) . . . .and then i knew why you're over there
saul_b22 : LOL
saul_b22 : that is true
saul_b22 : i wish sometimes my "lady" would tel lme to go back
r_blue67: go back home?
saul_b22 : yeah
saul_b22 : to go home...
r_blue67: man, i should't comment on your home life. .. . .
saul_b22 : how so?
r_blue67: kick her out of your home and make a new hjome of yourself to go to
saul_b22 : you haven't said anything
saul_b22 : i know
saul_b22 : but that is it
saul_b22 : she doens't live with me
saul_b22 : it is wierd
saul_b22 : it is like...
saul_b22 : i am there for her 100%
r_blue67: she got any toddlers?
saul_b22 : and she isn't
saul_b22 : no kids from her
r_blue67: good
r_blue67: you and she got masrried right? the ring and all
saul_b22 : no
saul_b22 : not married
saul_b22 : not engaged
saul_b22 : but i love her to death
r_blue67: cuz im not i wife slapper, tho sometimes i oughtr to be, whenever i'm in the corner, i remind her that i'm the MAN
saul_b22 : i really believe she is my true life partner
saul_b22 : and soul mate
r_blue67: oh no!!!!!
saul_b22 : LOL
saul_b22 : you are the man man
r_blue67: the man man? do i dance the can can?
saul_b22 : you could if you would
r_blue67: should i ?
r_blue67: get the ring on her finger asap
saul_b22 : only if you are ready to be rushed by a mob of castro district dudes
r_blue67: romantic love is for twits
saul_b22 : i wish i could
saul_b22 : i am a twit
r_blue67: as much as i love my missus, if i busted out the blarney, "your eyes sparkle like the stars at night", she'd respnd , "i dont want to hear that, i want to hear that you'll pay the utility bill"
saul_b22 : LOL
saul_b22 : that is true
saul_b22 : so true
r_blue67: but then again she's irish and dfon't fall for my romantic spells
saul_b22 : that is true
saul_b22 : no irish lady will
r_blue67: i don't understand, i put on the barry white . . . . .but no
saul_b22 : LOL
saul_b22 : barry is awesome
r_blue67: for rilla!
saul_b22 : you need some diane krall
saul_b22 : she is better
r_blue67: i heard of her
r_blue67: really
saul_b22 : she is awesome
r_blue67: excellent make out music?
saul_b22 : oh damn
r_blue67: ?
saul_b22 : she is like the epiphany (sp?) of love
saul_b22 : and loving music
saul_b22 : smooth jaz...piano....awesome vocals
r_blue67: did you spill a soda on your prized air supply tapes?
saul_b22 : great sounds
saul_b22 : LOL
saul_b22 : tapes?
saul_b22 : lol
r_blue67: vinyl?
saul_b22 : havent even thought of tapes in years
saul_b22 : LOL
saul_b22 : i own vinyl at home
r_blue67: did someone waste tinme and put them on cd?
saul_b22 : don't know
saul_b22 : lol
saul_b22 : air supply
saul_b22 : lol
r_blue67: i'm lost in love
r_blue67: i'm all out of love
r_blue67: i have strange love for the neighbors dog
r_blue67: etc.
saul_b22 : LOL
r_blue67: i need to split, and cleran house, before the missus pulls out the rolling pin
r_blue67: take care of your self sir
saul_b22 : aight
saul_b22 : nice talking to you
saul_b22 : i shall
saul_b22 : you do the same
r_blue67: my prayers go out to you
saul_b22 : smoke for me
r_blue67: for real
r_blue67: late
saul_b22 : thank you
saul_b22 : later

2004-09-23T01:10:00.000-07:00

here's from a foolio in afghanistan. from my home town traveling to danger. I clicked on him on next blog button

r_blue67 (12:17:25 AM): hey you on? i used to live uin sd, why you going to afghanistan? people get whacked theresaul_b22
(12:18:36 AM): & u r who?
r_blue67 (12:18:58 AM): some stupid knucklehed who came across your
blogsaul_b22 (12:19:09 AM): lol
r_blue67 (12:19:09 AM): i used to live in sd but now live in bay area
r_blue67 (12:19:14 AM): near raifder nation
saul_b22 (12:19:15 AM): glad you found it
r_blue67 (12:19:25 AM): and i came across a post that you were going to afghan
saul_b22 (12:19:30 AM): if you wnat to know why i am here
saul_b22 (12:19:41 AM): RAIDERS FOR LIFE
r_blue67 (12:19:42 AM): i'm silly tonight but i thought that might be danersous stuff
fr_blue67 (12:19:48 AM): wha?? word!!!
!r_blue67 (12:19:55 AM): you there now?
r_blue67 (12:19:59 AM): in afg?
r_blue67 (12:20:07 AM): sorry, i know you must be busy
saul_b22 (12:20:08 AM): i had to come show them out here all about silver and black
saul_b22 (12:20:13 AM): yeah i am here
r_blue67 (12:20:22 AM): oh word! or are you messing with me?
saul_b22 (12:20:23 AM): a little
saul_b22 (12:20:29 AM): nah man
r_blue67 (12:20:44 AM): is it morn there or night (stupid q, sorry)r_blue67 (12:20:50 AM): itsd midnight heresaul_b22 (12:20:55 AM): http://cantbelieveivolunteeredforthis.blogspot.comr_blue67 (12:21:00 AM): just got offf work at alzheimers unit
saul_b22 (12:21:00 AM): afternoon on thursday
saul_b22 (12:21:10 AM): kew
lsaul_b22 (12:21:13 AM): look at the pics
r_blue67 (12:21:15 AM): emotional tonight people dying, but not as insane as yours
saul_b22 (12:21:17 AM): i am her
esaul_b22 (12:21:38 AM): i bet
saul_b22 (12:21:38 AM): it is ok here
r_blue67 (12:21:50 AM): dude, sir, you arwe the mad
r_blue67 (12:21:53 AM): man
saul_b22 (12:21:57 AM): well i have to get going....you should keep up with the site
r_blue67 (12:22:03 AM): k, thanx
saul_b22 (12:22:07 AM): i have good pics in the archives also
saul_b22 (12:22:13 AM): talk to you later
saul_b22 (12:22:14 AM): what isyour name?
r_blue67 (12:22:16 AM): k, bye, kick ass in life
r_blue67 (12:22:23 AM): bye, you r my hero
saul_b22 (12:22:34 AM): lol
saul_b22 (12:22:37 AM): later
r_blue67 (12:22:38 AM): apollo idol prudence
saul_b22 (12:22:50 AM): aight apollo
r_blue67 (12:22:55 AM): aight'
saul_b22 (12:22:56 AM): hasta luego

The Changling

2004-09-22T13:48:00.000-07:00

This morning I planted radishes. Maybe the point of all of this blog is a garden site. Possibly just for me. I write this now, and in 12 months I'll have an idea of what to do again or not, et all. Some about moi'. Many gardens, some in my control, some not, and there is probably grey areas in between. I'll post lattitude and longitutde and measurements and specifics and temperatures et al when I can.
A small vegetable garden, overwrought with bermudza grass. quite depressing. The onset of fall and winter, another depressing topic, with only professioal football to assuage the melancholy.
One of my haunts is an Alzheimer's unit nearby. Today, there is a lady that is dying. I have known her for 2 and a half years. Blind, old, arthritic knees. Her blindess strongly contributed to her dementia, a fear of not knowing where you are walking. Anywho, she's been on Hospice for 18 MONTHS!!! Well, this time she took a dive in health. Bedridden, not eating, skin draping off bones. Everyone's waiting, everyone's talking about her. When will she go? What's she thinking.

who knows

In the Beginning. . .

2004-09-20T10:02:00.000-07:00

Friends, Lovers, and Player-hater, Lend me your ears: We are about to embark on a journey. Mystical, Mythical Lands of the Mind. All for Free. Freedom for the world can be done with an individual click of a button. Technology is a new narcotic of society! Possibly because it's so cheap.
No need for an introduction. If you don't know me, then fine.

There's a garden, there's our society, and there's my mind, there might be possibly your's too.
"Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth, I want to be ready"

There'ss a whole lot of ripping off too. I want access to free art. I want to live like a king. I might possibly be willing to share. But there is material that I have no right to hoarding. Such as the Datura or Peer to Peer file sharing.

Posting what i know and what i sense.