Ah, I was just reminiscing about all the times I've written about this crook. Click the images for samples.
Some with tunes, even!
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07/29/2010
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07/21/2010
This ain't progress...unless you call slow death "progress" on the highway to Hell.
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The obvious 'looks like somebody tried to put out a fire on her face with a wet chain' remarks aside, it occurred to me that using Photoshop to doctor it would be a complete waste of time. Then I thought this image of Michelle Obama conjures up visions of other, more subliminal, things. Hate and anger, to name two. So, your mission is to post links to images you find that are reminiscent of that which she displays above. Keep in mind, points will be deducted for pictures of gorillas and other non-human primates et al. I will post your finds below. You may also simply add your own caption or descriptions in the comment section.
Winner will receive my mother's secret Lemon Pound Cake recipe - been in the family for generations.
07/20/2010
Reading suggestions and hints.
A few of you may have been wondering if I am dead - I am not. I have been trying to enjoy the time I have left doing things unrelated to this medium ... or any other medium, save for that which is organic in nature - dogs, food and green things with blooms.
I suspect as the seasons turn and I am once again confined indoors by the inclement, I'll return to agonizing over the seeming unnatural events and plots which befall us all these days. Until then, may I suggest you squeeze every bit of life out of your days as I do mine.
I learned the exact nature of my demise at a recent visit to the VA hospital. I was there to be fitted for a 'full-face' mask, as opposed to the 'low-profile' unit I have been using. Seems as though I was able to bypass that apparatus and thereby negate its benefit - the forced delivery of oxygen.
The new gizmo is very uncomfortable but performs as advertised. While being fitted, the VA nurse mentioned, not once, not twice, but three times that I should NEVER EVER cover the exhaust holes in the mask. She added that 'this is a sure way to die' and that many old vets simply 'tape the holes over'. It was offerred not so much as a caution as a hint.
Suffocating in your sleep has to be one of the least painful ways to die. Clawing and gasping for your last breath surely must rank as one of the more agonizing. I took the nurse's admonishment as it was intended - mercifully. I tried it out to make sure it works - it works just fine.
The classic symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning came on nice and easy - hardly noticeable at all - no pain whatsoever. I hadn't counted on the after effects - massive headache and further diminished capacity - but those won't be in play next time - this was only a test. My timely and pain free demise is at my disposal! I daresay there are multitudes who only dream of such things.
Emmy Lou is fine. She has grown much and been through her first 'period'. I guess the most disturbing aspect of that was her looking longingly at me for her release - she had to settle for 'belly rubs'. I don't think she will get much bigger, but she is getting much more mature. She rarely, if ever, leaves my side - as my sister often says - 'she is a great companion dog'. Oh! And both ears stand up now. Together. At the same time, even.
Since we last talked, I have perfected a few things, chicken-fried steak, carne asada and grilling among them. Recipes will be posted if an interest is expressed in the comments below. As much as creativity besets me - it has been mostly confined to that realm and not hereon. The things I want to make on here require more attention than I am willing to give them as long as I can still go outside and enjoy real life.
I have also returned to reading - actually holding a book in my hands and reading. I came across an essay which prompted me to make this post. It concerns that very subject and should be read by all and all should be very afraid - on so many levels. It is here.
All things considered, my suspected demise notwithstanding, I am quite fine by any measure. All things are not thus so 'right with the World', are they? Another reason I have not been hereon. If ennui had a violent connotation, that would best describe my sentiments as regards 'the news' and what I find online. I am somewhere between 'so fucking mad I could kill somebody with my bare hands' and 'I just don't care anymore'.
It my sincerest hope that I live long enough to witness the next two national elections and the certain political/legal/social fallout from both - it is sure to be a grand circus with lots of monkeys of all shapes and sizes, great beasts defying description and more than plenty clowns.
Stay tuned.
