daily scratchpad

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Time to wrap this up. Butt first I need to reveal to my 'followers' the 'methodology' which keeps attracting them to my blog: Emotion. My blog appeals to you all emotionally. Think of it this way: 'Emotion' is a simple right-brain response to current 'reality.' I therefore have claimed that 'emotion preceeds logic.' 'Emotion' is an instantanious response to a flowing sensory scenerio. 'Emotion' protects us all from sudden threats.
Logic, on the other hand, is much more complex. Logic is an L brain process which takes time to produce a response. Emotion preceeds logic. That much is true. Logic follows emotion, butt only if the 'thinker' has survived.
Emotion preceeds Logic. Logic follows emotion.
We are ruled by emotiom.
But not me!

(5)
We will explore the previous subject in more detail next week or so. I decided to call Lucifer.
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lu: You are so naughty!
me: I know. But I am contacting you regarding a Human Rights issue, specifically, the recent Kennedy 'Faux Pas' during his first appearance on WAS. Are you familiar with that?
lu: Yes. Kennedy has been permanently excused from further participation. He now enjoys all the benefits of Hell.
me: Pussy included?
lu: Of course!
me: I recently contacted God concerning His anatomy.
lu: Bet that was interesting.
me: I determined that god has two hands and two feet and one nose.
lu: So far so good...
me: Then he hung up.
lu: Not surprising.
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Butt first we need to contact the Jewish God WHTZSNM. I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna:'
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gd: Hello?
me: Are You felling well?
gd. Of course. Thank you for asking.
me: Good. I'm wondering about 'Celestial Anatomics.'
gd: Huh?
me: I'm wondering about Your Anatomy. Do You have a 'right hand'?
gd: Yes, and it is mighty! Beware.
me: Left hand?
gd: Of course. Everybody has two hands. Get to the point.
me: Did You really design us Human Beings in Your Own Image?
gd: The Bible tells you so! Read it!
me: Two legs?
gd: Of course.
me: Nose?
gd: Uhh...
me: Penis?
gd: (hangs up)
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1700. Beginning beer #7. Oh, I forgot to fix... I just fixed 7) below. Apparently I either forgot to post that link or 'Jewish Forces' deleted that link. Whatever...
1724... no, 1726 and I need to sample The News. I'll be right back... Kootch advised me that she was hitting the sack... One year since Kennedy 'bit the biggie'... other interesting stuff... ok
I'm back at 1803 with beer #9. Butt not to worry: I have backup. Hmm. Thinking... Drinking... Conjuring... Slurp.
OK. Got it: I will devote the remaining booze to God. I will use the Brown Telephone to contact the Jewish god WHTZSNM regarding 'matters anatomic.' That should be fun.
I will also contact Lucifer concerning Senator Kennedy's one year anniversary in Hell. You might remember that The Good Senator ended up - appropriately - in Hell right after his death, and that he was immediately assigned to perform in Hell's 'Weekly Agony Show' wherein certain newly arrived famous characters are required to 'perform' in a totally faux scenerio featuring 'screaming, wailing new arrivals' flailing about in a sea of red mud designed to resemble hot liquid lava - that video subsequently beamed to Heaven every Sunday morning where it is viewed by the masses up there who are freezing their collective asses off. Right? The good senator was apparently so overcome by his good fortune that he forgot he was 'on camera' and began frolicking around like a child. The result was that (tap) a portion of the show 'went blank.' Kennedy was immediately removed from the show's cast, of course. Question: How has Kennedy fared in Hell over the recent intervening year? We shall see.

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Speaking of 'lips' I also liked the metaphor comparing a tube of lipstick to a penis in (7) below. It is, in fact, an excellent metaphor which every modern woman would understand. Would you leave your favorite tube of lipstick extended and uncovered for a long period of time? Obviously not: it would dry out, eventually becoming unusable. So... why mutilate (circumcise) your newborn son's 'lipstick tube'? Huh? Spread the word, girls... Circumcision Sucks. Really.
Concerning the current video game of C-III (Civilization III), I was able to destroy most of the Persian Empire before my citizens became dangerously 'war-weary.' Why The Persians? They attacked me repeatedly, with the result that I got very, very pissed off at The Persians. There was a period of peace during which I built up my naval, air, and ground forces. Then the Indians attacked my English friends. It was a case of Elizabeth vs Godzilla, and The English were doomed unless I intervened immediately. Why do I prefer The English to The Indians? Simple, folks: sex, looks, and music. I was able to reduce the Indian Empire to the point where The English could defend themselves, while I now maneuver my forces to finish off The Persians. After that, it will be Elizabeth and me against a very angry Mahatma Ghandi. And besides, C-III really becomes a drag when you have no sexy ally and your ultimate goal is to destroy and destroy until you alone dominate the planet.

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Beginning beer (Gas and heavy 'face rad' forced me to evacuate the BR for the KT. Whew.) #2 at 1449. Buzz beginning also.
Regarding last week's posts, the lessons have been learned: (1) Always have whiskey backup. It's much less expensive and more immediate. (2) Do the difficult parts during the week while sober, and save the 'philosophy' for booze night. I have yet to learn this one, as I am now beginning beer #3 at 1510. But here's some Beethoven which is fun both auditorially and visually: Piano concerto #2, movement 3. Finding and listening consumed a beer of my time. Sip.
I like the idea in #5 below that God has a really huge ass that needs constant kissing. This 'ass kissing' takes the form of 'praising' and 'surrendering' (in Protestantism); 'genuflecting' and 'cross-signing' (in Catholicism,) and 'prostration' (in Islam.) Jews wear certain garments like the yarmulke and the prayer shawl and the Tefellin while ass-kissing, and often bob back and forth while reciting nonsense. The most extreme form of ass kissing is practiced by both Jews and Muslims in the form of male genital mutilation (circumcision). Butt the vast majority of real celestial ass kissing is verbal 'lip service.'

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Consider this grotesque series, featuring a dried-out, circumcised dick in the upper left hand corner. Contemplate the idea that circumcision resembles a scenerio where the 'skinned-back' penis dries out after a 'lipstick scenerio' where the penis has been exposed to the atmosphere. Compare. Think. Consider.
You girls out there can imitate my 'scenerio' by 'skinning back' your favorite lipstick, leaving the result to dry in the local air. That result would resemble a circumcised dick which has 'dried out.' Try using such a dry lipstick (or such a dry penis) to sense the surrounding environment (especially, 'envagina').
Rotsa ruck.

(6)
You folks out there who have waaaaay too much money need to send a huge chunk of it to the Swatt Valley in Pakistan: Bad News for The Jews; good News for Pakistan. They will all understand.
Time for me to 'sign out.'
Nighty-night.

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1920, and Kootch has hit the sack. We are alone. I just opened beer #13. Slurp. I'm thinking about tomorrow. I don't usually do that, but the sun still shines. Time to wrap this up with a final post: This week. (tap)
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Been playing lots of C-III this week. At about 600AD the French were destroyed. Only The English remain. Our 'foes' are The Persians and The Indians, all others having been destroyed. At this point The Game does not realize that I am totally committed to The English. (How could it know?) Neither do The English know! I will report the results next week.
80 degrees outside. 84 degrees inside. Fans on!
Which brings us to tonight's 'Good Question:' (GQ):
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Question: You contend that god has a really huge ass which needs constant kissing.
me: I do. So what?
gc: What would be the point of that?
me: Emotional. Possibly sensual. How the fuck would I know?!
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(4)
BP: 90/54 - P56. Alright! Beer (like food) obviously has a mitigating effect on BP. I take BP drugs too, of course: Atenolol, and Hydrochlothiazide. I still remember the beautiful young woman who first prescribed those drugs for me. She was a KP Nurse/Physician. I had told her about my first experience with the blood pressure drug (?), and that the resulting depression was so severe that I preferred to live with high blood pressure. She persuaded me to at least try the diuretic drug. I then 'graduated' eventually to Atenolol also. Is your blood pressure too high? Fix it with Atenolol and Hydrochlorozide. Buy a BP monitor. Use it! (Much coughing (tap), l- burning, Nose running...)
Beginning beer #11 at 1827. Sip.
Which brings me to the question: (Kootch just smiled at me and said, 'I guess I'm gonna hit the sack.) Hmm. I forgot the question.

(3)
Buzzing really well after all that You Tube searching, working on beer #6 at 1620.
1649, and Kootch is on her way to the super market for some more Natural Light. I gave her 30 bucks and she gets to keep the change as her compensation for time and expenses. I could go myself - I'm not that drunk yet - but I am close, and The Jews watch me constantly. I don't want to risk an 'ACSD trap.'
(Would my drug/alcohol value exceed the legal limit? Probably. Would my actual ability to drive 'safely' exceed the legal limit? Probably not. I am always totally focused on the task at hand while driving, especially when alone.)
This might be a good time to report on driving distractions (tap) as accident enabling scenerios. I was driving Kootch to the airport one morning. It was a tense situation both trafficwise and weatherwise. Kootch was engaging me in unwanted conversation which distracted me. I told her to cool it because we were in a dicey situation. I am so aware of the dangers of talking with passengers in a car that I can't imagine talking on a cell phone while driving. Dangerous. Texting while driving?! Insane. There should be laws against both scenerios. 1710. Sip.
Kootch returned at 1718, 12-pack in hand. I feel better now... with backup... Sip...
1727. Time for The News.

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Playing last week's music. Yum. This week's music will be Beethoven's Piano Concerto #1. Working on beer #5. This will take some time...
First movement. (part 1)
First movement. (part 2)
Second movement. (part 1)
Second movement. (part 2)
Third movement.
Yeesh! You Tube is sooo fucked up! The third movement is by a different pianist. Whew. On to better things...

(1)
First slurp at 1350. I ate lunch about an hour ago, so the buzz will take a little time to develop. Exploring MSNBC just now while waiting for the beer to take effect I stumbled on this interesting piece: Scientists Suggest Fresh Look at Psychedelic Drugs. I wholeheartedly agree, of course, but have my doubts about using such drugs in a 'clinical setting.' Set (the person's 'brain state' or 'mind set') and setting (the surrounding scene) are the two determinants of a successful 'trip' and both scenerios need to be taken into account. A 'clinical setting' is definitely contra-indicated. Also, all physicians and assistants should be 'LSD Qualified' and certificated as such. An LSDQ certificate should probably require that the (Kootch just appeared at the door with a bowl in her hand, looking at me: 'Yes?' said I. 'I'm gonna eat.' said Kootch, and headed for the KT.) '...technicians' be veterans of at least four LSD Trips at various dosages. (Just finished beer #2 at 1430. Buzzing slightly.) For example, 25 mcg, 50 mcg, 100 mcg, and 150 mcg. My experience with the drug suggests that the 'family setting' (presuming a 'healthy family') is best. A 'friends' setting is next-best. But I cannot even imagine doing 100 mcg of Acid at Kaiser Permanente! Yeesh!
Finished beer #3 at 1445. Tearing, nose running, face throbbing. I call this 'face rad.' Back from the 'fridge with beer #4 at 1458.

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Rereading the previous installments just now, I decided to call Lucifer, the only 'person' who could possibly interact with me concerning the current theory:
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lu: Hello?
me: Hallucinogens. Tell me about them.
lu: Say 'Please.'
me: Please!
lu: (laughing) You are on the right track. Keep going in that direction.
me: Which has brought me to this question. Ready?
lu: Ready.
me: You and your team designed The Universe from scratch. Therefore you should be able to answer the following question.
lu: We shall see.
me: What role were psychotropic substances designed to play in human evolution? Huh?
lu: (giggling) Those substances were put there on Earth as Educational Tools, as well you know. Any other questions?
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I borrowed the concept of 'Personal Power' from Carlos Casteneda, of course, and expanded it a bit... I loved his first three books, but it seemed to me that the subsequent books descended into obvious fictionalism. I was in a position to evaluate 'Carlos'' Mescaline trips' (having done LSD)and could find no clear contraindications, but the subsequent books turned me off with their obviously contrived confabulations. Carlos became an obvious phoney who had parlayed his knowlege of Eastern Mysticism into a new and phoney Southwestern Mexican version of Zen! It is certainly true that the Southwestern Mexican Tribes formed a religion around Peyote, the hallucinogenic cactus. Indeed, 'religion itself' has been the prime benefactor of the ingestion of psychotropic substances throughout history, and probably owes its very existence to the many chemicals which human beings have ingested over the ages. Indeed, my personal LSD experiences shook my Atheism to the point that I eventually embraced the 'Wonderously Agnostical Point of View' to which I now subscribe.

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Beginning beer #6. Sip. Rink dump:

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Spectacular Atmospheric Physics. The most spectacular photograph of a nuclear explosion I have ever seen.

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Popped open beer #5 @ 1458L. Sip. Buzzed. Nasal tissues throbbing. Mucus flowing. Eyes tearing. Nose blowing.
Whoa! Blogger has a new (tap) feature whereby the blogger can get an idea of how much 'traffic' hir blog gets every day/week/month. You might not believe this, folks, but there are people who actually read this blog! OMG! Sheeeit. I thought only Gerash read this blog. Enjoy, folks, but don't let The Jews catch you at it... No telling what they'll do to you...
And speaking of 'Power Brokers', I am definitely in that particular category in the sense that I don't own a Cell Phone. You wanna call me? Dial my landline. You wanna speak to me? Ask my wife. That's personal power, folks. I have a lot of it.
Think of it this way: You are a neuron, part of a huge brain. You 'fire' now and then as a result of 'electro-chemical connections' (eheh). But you have few such dendritic connections. Why? Because you are a rare 'awakened' neuron. You minimize dendritic buzz. You are also an 'important' neuron, but you prefer to 'fly below the radar.' You fire a few times a week or so in service to the giant organ you inhabit; but most of the time you fire in 'self mode.' You absolutely love being a single neuron firing in self-mode. That's me, folks.

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Beginning beer #3 @ 1600. Buzzed already. Drank two NL's while Kootch and I did M. Sip.
In the 'recent developments' department, I did a little shopping at one of the local Wall-Marts (face rad: nasal tissues swelling, mucus flowing, face throbbing.) today. Bought some more panties, of course. It seemed a shame to go all the way to my favorite W-Mart and not buy something.
I stopped by one of the local King Soopers on the way home (KSN) and was treated to some 'super market theater' in the form of a 'blind man' with a long 'sensing cane' coming toward me soon after I entered the store. He seemed to be alone. How does a blind man shop at a supermarket?! Your guess is as good as mine. The 'blind man (or woman) street theater' theme has been going on for at least the last six months or so, mostly outside our patio door. I get the impression of local residents (of this building). I take it that Gerash is 'celebrating' the sharp decline in my vision as his micro(tap)wave radiation heats up my lenses, causing increasing vision loss due to cataract formation. Question: How did Gerash know to preposition the 'blind man' at that particular store at that particular time? Conjectural answer: 'They' follow me - or 'they' have a GPS device installed on Kootch's Toyota. African-Americans have taken part in 'super-market theater' at KSS recently also. They are particularly noticable because of their rarity at that particular store, and their loud talking.
There was also one other incident at KSN today. It might have been another version of 'super-market theater' or it might only have been a case of 'dumbass Jew tourist.' I can't decide which. The incident featured a good-looking young man wearing very dark glasses meeting me repeatedly (4 times) as I shopped. I couldn't tell whether he ever saw me, due to the dark glasses. I finally flipped him a 'nose job' (middle finger extended, then stuffed into a nostril, muddling the intention of the gesture). I have never been 'called' on that gesture, although I have done it many times. The only person who ever 'acknowleged' the gesture was a motorcyclist who resembled Gerash. We were stopped at a red light. I could see him in the rear view mirror just behind me. I flipped him an 'ear job.' He immediately shook his head in the 'Gerashian manner' and sped around me.)

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Halfway through beer #10 at 1927L. Sip. Now what? Penis Education! Most of you American boys/men out there are sexually mutilated (circumcised in the Judeo/Muslim manner) and many of you are sooo ignorant that you don't even know whether you are or are not circumcised. That is a very sorry state of affairs. I intend to educate you whether you like it or not. If you don't like it, flee! Never return! I will not miss you!
My educational experiment will use modern porn. I will research my 'pantie porn links' in search of penises. I will present a link, then I will give my evaluation of the penis depicted in that link, judging whether that particular penis is natural or mutilated, based on the photograph. I will be correct most of the time. Ready for this? Standby for the first link. This will take some time...
Sip. Beginning beer #11 as I search...
Ultrapantie.com. Not a single dick. Rats. Enjoy anyway. Hmm. Wetpanties? Lessee...
Wetpanties.porn. Alright! Dicks! My plan is to select two penis photos, one natural and one mutilated (circumcised) and label them. Lessee... Nope. The Jews are fucking up my internet connections. Lessee... Asian Panty... the three penis photos are probably uncircumcised. No examples of mutilated versions. Hmm. (Heavy microwave radiation as I write this: face throbbing, sneezing, huge mucus production, nasal tissues swollen. Both eyes watering.) Shall we continue? We shall!
Japanese upskirt! Three uncut penises. (Blogger problems. Eheh.)
Hello Mikity features three uncircumcised dicks, skinned back and ready for action. I must say that I have been totally unable to find even one obvious example of a circumcised penis during tonight's explorations. But they are out there. I have seen them.

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Beginning beer #8 At 1800L. Buzzing nicely. No whiskey backup. Rats. Rooks like Rink Dump time to me. Ressee...
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The Thieving Magpie. Tonight's Music from Clockwork Orange. I loved the music; disliked the movie, except for certain glorious scenes. In general I Loved Stanley Kubrick's works. The volume varies wildly. Watch out.
The International Jewish Penis Mutilation Agenda. Are you only now figuring that out?! Know this, folks: Jews (and Muslims) hate the natural, unmutilated penis. The very thought of a natural, uncircumcised penis infuriates them! I call it, Judeo/Muslim penis envy. That penis envy even extends to Judeo/Muslim women. We live in a world full of complete fucking idiots.
Beware...

(3)

Whew. No wonder I screwed up those previous games! Boozing and playing chess is easy. Even boozing and smoking marijuana and playing 5-minute chess is easy. Even boozing and annotating a game is easy. But boozing and playing and annotating is very difficult. No mas!
New beer and thunder at 1707L! Cooler air out there? Yup. Intake fans on full power. Sitting here in wet pants, cooling down.
OK: My verdict is that the previous chess game problems were due to the complex nature of playing and annotating a chess game while buzzed and interacting with a computer.
That out of the way, what's on the agenda? Hmm. Ok, here goes:
Don't get me wrong: I think that Chelsea Clinton is a beautiful young woman. I have always thought so. And her recent wedding to a nice Jewish fella got my attention. It was a bi-religious affair - not that uncommon. But the wedding literally 'played into my hands' in the sense that I am a strong critic of circumcision. I couldn't help but speculate that the bridegroom (etymology?!) brought a yarmulke to the wedding bed in lieu of a foreskin. I could be wrong, of course, since this is only (my) speculation: his 'modern' parents might not have held a traditional Bris on the 8th day; they might have chosen a 'Brit Shalom' instead, leaving their son sexually intact, the result of which would be that the wedding night sex would have been much more satisfying for both parties.

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(Buzzing nicely at 1508L as I begin beer #3.) This might be a good time to do that chess game. Will I be able to understand how it might have been interfered with the last two times? (Boom above me). We shall see:
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1. e4 d5
2. ed Qd5
3. Nc3 Qe5+ (usual is 3...Qa5)
4. Be2 e6
5. Nf3 Qf6
6. d4 Bb4 (This is looking familiar)
7. O-O Bc3
8. Bg5 Qf5
9. bc3 Nc6
10. Bd3 Qa5
11. Re1 Qc3
12. d5 Nd4?? (Now you can see why I call this, 'pussy chess.')
13. Nd4 Qc5 (Much better than 13... Qd4??? 14. Bb5+)
14. Nb3 Qd5
15. Bb5+ Kf8
16. Qd5 f5
17. Qd8+ Kf7
18. Be8+ (17.Qe8 mates!)
18... Kf8
19. Bg6 Mate!
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Whew. Playing and annotating a game while buzzing is an extremely difficult undertaking. I was so reluctant to go pee while I was doing the above game that I wet (tap) my pants. Could have been worse, I suppose.

(1)
First sip at 1412L. Just returned from KSS. Gotta 'warm up' a bit... lessee... hows about another Radiation Test Dummy Report from, say, yesterday? OK:
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Up at 0745
0833 LR SCRS, constant gas until (0900 -> BR)
0837 LR nose rad L side. 0846 TCR
(0900 - 1200) BR SCRS
1253 LR Both Kootch and I cough as we are gassed while we eat and do Millionaire (Kootch is not as 'sensitized' to the gas as I am and coughs much less.)
1311 LR Gas continues at a low level until (1330)
1354 BP 106/60 P64 (Always lower after I eat.)
1650 (censored)
1700-1730 Bike ride.
1733 LR face rad
1820 (cencored)
2000 BR Throat gas, much coughing.
Bed at 2015 (sleep-deprived, very tired) More gas. (Heavy rad 0000-0200, 0530-0730)

8-8-10 Up at 0900
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(LR, BR: living room, bed room; SCRS: skin-crawling radiation, scrotum). Mild day, torturous night, and fuel for this blog.
Whew. What a drag to write that stuff. Need another beer... Sip. Now I'll read last weeks posts for the second time as I 'warm up' some more. I read it the first time Sunday afternoon after a 24-ouncer of Coors Light. Good thing I didn't have any whiskey left.