daily scratchpad

(8)

I just slapped Kootch gently on the butt as she exited the bathroom, mostly asleep. She said, 'Goodnight.' I said, 'Goodnight.' We are alone again. beginning beer #12 at 2214. Sip. There will be no more alcohol tonight! (Heavy 'face rad' is causing huge mucus flows at this time. Eyes watering.)

Sip. As I end this whiskey/beer experiment tonight, I conclude that the whiskey should be limited to a single shot, administered only in the case of non compos creativius. Time for me to do a bit of web-surfing:

Awesome! I love this website!

Halloween is just around the corner. So is Jesus, but don't hold your breath.

Good night and good luck.

(7)
In my current quest to explain how we humans might be able to escape from a Deterministic Universe I have posited various 'drugs.' The 'fallback option' is Quantum Mexhanics, but I prefer 'drugs' because that is a much more basic and understandable solution to the problem of 'cause and effect.' Are we really 'biological automatons' who perform cause-effectwise? Or are various drugs a 'game-changer?' God obviously had no clue, so I decided to contact Lucifer (Light-bearer), the designer of our universe:
----------
me: Been a while. Has Jesus arrived yet?
lu: He's fast approaching, slowing down for re-entry.
me: My question is this: Do we live in a deterministic universe?
lu: Not at all.
me: Do we live in a totally random universe?
lu: Not at all. We live in a coherent universe.
me: That's what I thought.
lu: You are correct.
me: As 'the designer of our universe' would you explain why you 'designed' Marijuana?
lu: Marijuana is only one of a huge number of 'randomizers' which allow Basic Universal Processes to proceed 'in cognito.'
me: Huh?
lu: Think about it this way: there is no such thing as 'random.' Can't be.
me: Even quantum-mechanic-wise?
lu: I have to go now. (hangs up)
----------

(6)
I am now out of ideas for tonight's blog. Sip. Almost 4 beers left. Sip. I need inspiration. Sip.
Ha!
I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately:
----------
gd: Hello?
me: Been in touch with Jesus and The Holy Ghost recently?
gd: #$*^%$$!
me: Could you repeat that?
gd: -
me: I get the impression that you are currently 'in a down mood.'
gd: +
me: I understand 'hg language' but can we use English?
gd: ?
me: my readers do not understand hg.
gd: $!#*!
me: I am very influential on Earth. You should reconsider.
gd: Earth?
----------

(5)
Barf. I decided to upload an image onto this blog so that you would not need to go to the web site to view it. Bad idea. Not possible with this particular jerkwater website. I will now delete the 'image'... standby... and will do a new image this way. Ok, Beautiful? Beautiful!
Damn. Working on beer #9 and outa ideas at the moment...
But wait! Drugs! Yes! Sip!
Question: How do drugs contribute to human cultural progress? Good question! I answer that drugs interrupt the cause-effect chain in individual human brains with the result that new ideas emerge spontaneously. Who needs Quantum fucking Mechanics? Not us! Drugs work on a much more simple and immediate level! Yes! In fact, human civilization has benefitted from drugs for many thousands of years, as The Long Trip suggests. Do drugs!
Be careful. Drugs should not be a lifestyle but an emotional/intellectual stimulus. Drugs will change who you are, and that's a good thing. Prove me wrong if you can.

(4)
Suck on that!
Just popped open beer #6 at 1810. Sip. Buzzing nicely.
I finished game 31 of Civilization III this week and began game 32. This particular game is very unusual because I am by far the most powerful nation and will easily 'win the game.' But whereas in the last game I was able to finish with both the English and the French civilizations 'intact,' the English were destroyed early in this game and the French are very weak. But I am now in position to come to France's aid immediately if necessary: I have recently conquered the Aztecs, whose territory was very close to France, with only one Indian city interposed. Best of all, France currently has a Mutual Protection Pact with India, her most likely deadly opponent! The Game has no idea that I am playing to keep France alive while destroying all other civilizations! Heh! I am confident that - with my help - France will survive. I consider C-III to be the best video game ever created, based on the fact that no two games are ever alike. Furthermore, the game teaches basic values. Your children should play this game! And the music is glorious, my favorite being the short repeating segment which 'plays' during 'negotiations' with the rulers, Joan of Arc and Elizabeth.
Just popped open beer #7 at 1835. Sip. Yum. Kootch is asleep. We are alone.

(3)
'Biological Machine' seems to be becoming tonight's theme. Fine with me. Here are some links in that genre:
Near Death Experience. Fascinating stuff! My interpretation is that the L-brain is dying faster than the R-brain, but that is only a conjecture. 'Hellish' experiences might indicate the reverse process, and 'no experience' might indicate that both hemispheres are dying (tap) at the same rate, or that the memory structures are dying first.
New Brain Machine Reads Minds. Brain creates Mind. Nothing could be more obvious. This leaves 'soul' - a very ancient concept - hanging out in the philosophical breezes.
Dumb Bitch circumcises son, fucks up. It amazes me that it is not illegal to sexually mutilate a male child in the United States! In my not-so-fucking-humble-opinion, anyone who sexually mutilates a child of either sex should receive a jail sentence of one year per count and be liable for considerable civil penalties in addition to the jail sentence. But here is the good news: Steep Drop Seen in Circumcisions in U.S. Interestingly, none of the major Jew-controlled newscasts that I watched, carried the story, because it is bad news for the Jews.

(2)
Beginning beer #3 at 1600. Sip. By the way, 'My Stroke of Insight' is about a hemorrhagic stroke in the brain's left hemisphere, which pretty much demolished many left-brain functions, forcing the author to re-learn much. (Stomp above me.) She meanwhile 'lived' mostly in her remaining (right) hemisphere. The book is an amazing description of the functions of both hemispheres by a woman who was an expert on the brain. Highly recommended! Read it. Interestingly, brain hemisphericality (is that a word?) seems to be 'mirrored,' politicwise. Do I have you now? Sip.
It used to be my 'potty book.' When Kootch finishes it I will re-read it. Other 'potty books' have included The God Delusion (Dawkins) and god is Not Great (Hitchens), among others.
Just popped open beer #4. Sip. I'm mostly recovered from the whiskey, which will be held in reserve. My conclusion from today's experiment is, 'Save the whiskey for when you are at a loss for what to write next, or for when you have run out of beer, dumbass.'

(1)
Just finished a double shot of Canadian Mist and vanilla (yuk) Diet Pepsi. Time for my first beer. Buzzing my brains out already! Sip.
It's time for ya'll to vote next week, so herewith my political opinions: Buck sucks in Colorado. Prop 19 (Legalization of Marijuana) shines in California. It is high time we ended the disasterous 'war on drugs' and adopted a more enlightened approach to drug management. Legalization and regulation will save us lots of money and at the same time will produce tax revenue which can be used toward regulation/treatment. This will leave lots of jail space for real criminals like Walter Gerash. (Face throbbing, mucus flowing from radiation, throat-clearing from constant low-level gas.) Sniff...
Whoa! That whiskey really zapped me, but I'm coming down a bit now at 1517. Where was I... ahh, Marijuana legalization. Joycelyn Elders also favors legalization. (I'm wondering what her opinion is concerning infant sexual mutilation, given that she was a pediatrician.) My personal experience with Marijuana was extremely positive and I recommend it highly. It would be nice to acquire some of it legally (hint-hint).
Beginning beer #2 at 1535, almost recovered from the whiskey. Whew.
I just visited Kootch. She is reading, My Stroke of Insight by Jill Bolte Taylor, PhD. If she finishes it, it will be her fourth book in English since Hawaii, which we both read in the '70s, the other two being 007 books. Why is she reading this particular book? Heh. Her laptop went belly-up. It is an old Windows me machine which she inherited from her sister. She spends lots of time playing video games on it. It 'speaks' Japanese, so I am of little help in resolving the problem. I told her that if she could pass a simple test on the book I would buy her a new laptop. We shall see...

(5)
Working on whiskey now, at 2030. Buzzing my brains out. Time to wrap this up at 2045 (!)
Delve into Red and Yellow Smiles. Yum!
Tonight's panties are size 13 pink cotton. My vision has deteriated (due to microwave radiation) to the point that I am unable to read the lettering. Viva (whatever)! Ok. I just reread it using my magnifying glass: 100 percent cotton. Made in Thailand. (This is breast cancer awareness month.)
I've been working on my latest game of C-III, of course. I love C-III so much! I just signed a Mutual Protection Pact with France. The game 'wanted me' to destroy The English, but I have instead lavished favors on The English in the forms of 'strategic' and (other) rescources. I think this is game #31 since I began recording the beginning, middle, and end of my C-III games.
Finished booze at about 2130. Gonna hit the sack soon.
Butt first I need to link to tonight's pussy. Oops. I did it above. Hmm.
Hows about this little yum-yum...

(4)
To continue with my interpretation of Gurdjieff/Ouspensky (before I get too drunk) I need to question whether 'self remembering' breaks the linear progression of complex cause-effect processes within the human brain. On the surface, it does. But it could be argued that 'self-remembering' is itself the result of cause-effect processes. Therefore, All And Everything ultimately resolves into that eternal, unbreakable chain of cause-effect. Barf. My only reply would be that 'self-remembering' breaks that chain of neurological events, eventually causing the person to deviate from previously ordained behavior. The result is that moment-to-moment 'reality' is forced to adjust, thereby creating new possibilities. But unfortunately those processes have not jumped outside the 'system of cause-effect' but have only complicated the situation.
Barf. It would seem, therefore, that 'to awaken' might be desirable on an individual level, but that the net result would be that the rest of The Universe would proceed... as... usual? Huh?
Enter Quantum Mechanics.
My conjecture in that regard is that Quantum Mechanics is substrate, with the result that 'Determinism' is a myth dissolved by quantum mechanics.
But I'm getting much too technical here... not to mention drunk.

(3)
Whew. That out of the way I can now abandon my 'obligations' and focus instead on getting drunk. Sip. This fascinates me. (As I listen to COSMOS just now I am hearing the phrase, 'Let me not seem to have lived in vain.' It is Brahe's last request to Kepler. Touching.) (tap)

You are a machine. A biological machine. So am I. We have no 'souls.' We are machines. We therefore have no 'free will.' We function on the universal principle of 'cause-effect' in a deterministic universe. But it seems to us all that 'we have the power to choose.' That is an illusion. 'Free will' was invented by religious nutcakes who needed to justify God's willingness to burn 'sinners' in Hell forever for their sins. (God creates imperfect beings, then punishes them forever for their imperfections!? Huh? Makes no sense.) So the Nutcases invented 'free will' way back in the times of Thomas Acquinas: humans could choose good or evil. Therefore punishment was appropriate. And because their sins were 'against' an Infinite Being, Infinite Punishment (Hell) was appropriate. QED.
Utter nonsense, of course, but children will still believe it. Even adults will believe it. And notice that the punishment can be administered only after death, a condition from which none has recently recovered.
Given the fact that we are all biological machines, are we condemned to perform as machines? The 'determinists' would answer, 'Yes.' Ouspensky, on the other hand, would answer, 'No. We can awake from our deterministic sleep. We can create our own souls.' Was Ouspensky correct? We can't know.
But Ouspensky was a follower of Gurdjieff, the Mystic who investigated ancient Eastern Religions. And Gurdjeiff - if I am not mistaken - urged his 'followers' to interrupt the stream of cause-effect by stopping in their tracks consciousnesswise; by 'self-remembering.' Although Gurdjieff did not put it in those exact words, that is what he meant. He wanted his followers to 'interrupt the stream of nature' and 'become themselves.' Only in that way - he suggested - could one create one's 'soul.'

(2)
Beginning beer #6. Buzzing excellently. Sip. Enough about Gerash (tap) already. I will now do the transition from evil/mechanical to good/enlightened: from Gerash to Sagan. From Jewish Dogshit to Jewish Brain. (BTW, did you notice the 'Twainism' in the previous post? Mark Twain has recently published his memoirs, late, but better than never. They will certainly become my next 'potty books,' replacing the current, The Long Trip, by Paul Devereux.)
The second installment of COSMOS was titled, One Voice in the Cosmic Fugue. If you have not yet seen it yet, you must! Evolution is one of the subjects.
But tonight's COSMOS link (above) will be The Harmony of the Worlds. This episode describes the transition from religion to science in the brain of Johannes Kepler, a religious nutcake who 'wanted to read the Mind of God.' His pursuit of that goal led him from being a religious nut to being a science nut. Nuts evolve!

(1)
First sip of beer at 1315. Gotta do some 'blog maintenance...' Maintenance done at 1340. Buzzing slightly. Time for beer #2. Sip. Face throbing, tearing, due to microwave radiation. Loud music above in the LR. Such nice neighbors I have... and very theatrical. Yesterday was a good example of 'theatrics:' I returned from grocery shopping sometime after noon. The boys' (tap) 'transportation' was parked next to the entrance walkway, facing in the wrong direction. I drove up to within 30 feet of it to unload the groceries. As I headed to the entrance with groceries in hands, one of the young idiots above approached the car, which was being driven by a much older woman (probably mama). I ignored them and delivered the loot to Kootch in the kitchen. On the way back to the car I saw them backing away very quickly and watched them park (still on the wrong side of the road). They waited there. I parked Kootch's Toyota in our parking spot and returned to the East entrance. They waited. Inside, Kootch was cooking 'Saba' (Japanese Mackrel) in her little electric grill. 'Take out trash because I have fish head in there.' I said, 'Yes master,' and grabbed the huge bag of trash and headed out to the dumpster. They were still waiting as I began to walk straight toward the trash bin, diagonally across the street. I was about 30 percent across when they suddenly accelerated in my direction, with the young (about 20 (tap) or so) idiot at the wheel. I decided to alter course ('discression' having been one of the acquisitions of a long life) as the car noisly gathered momentum in my direction. As they passed me (exceeding the speed limit) I flipped them a 'nose job' (middle finger extended, then into my right nostril as if to dig out a booger). They passed by me and then I heard the screech of tires on the pavement (boom above). Curious, I turned around to see what might have caused this sudden stop. The driver opened the door, put one leg on the pavement, then said something like, 'You have a real fucking attitude problem, you know that?' He then retracted his foot, slammed the door, and streaked away. I laughed and resumed my trek to the dumpster. I looked for some skid marks on the way back, but found no 'evidence.' Darn.
(Back from the fridge with beer #4. Sip. Buzzing very nicely now.) There were at least two of them in the car, and I didn't notice Mama, but she could have been with them, in the rear seat. I interpret the incident as another example of 'street theater,' this time based on an inti (tap) mate knowlege of the 'goings-on' in our apartment: (1) I went shopping and would return 40 minutes later. (2) I would park as usual while unloading booty. (3) Kootch would demand that I take out the trash (it's my job) because she didnt want dead fish stinking up the place. Based on that knowlege, Gerash was able to cook up a relatively elaborate scenerio with a simple and obvious 'death threat' message. I call them, VSDTs (Very Subtle Death Threats). Gerash has been 'issuing' these VSDTs for about the last 18 years or so. 'Street theater' is a Gerash specialty. Last time I looked at his web site It featured a picture of him standing (not sitting) at a chessboard poised to move. An ordinary person would probably think that this somewhat ridiculous pose indicated that Gerash fancied himself a very good chessplayer. Well maybe. But the pose is actually a metaphor for Gerash's talent for 'street theater.' Gerash 'plays people.'

(4)
What real girls wear under their jeans? Exactly what you suspected! Go there!

Tonight's Music is Mozart Clarinette Concerto: II. Adagio. I heard this music again recently. It haunted me. So familiar! But I didn't know the name of the music. Where had I first heard it? I couldn't remember. And then... And then... in Episode 2 of COSMOS last week at about 15 minutes and 30 seconds I heard it once again! Glorious! A 30 year mystery was solved! Furthermore I had it in my Mozart list! Sagan and I had a similar substrate! I absolutely loved it!
2301. I just now noticed Kootch heading for the potty. I waited. As she returned to her bedroom I said, gently, 'Boo' as I stood in my dooway. She ignored me.

(3)
Working on beer #7. Sip. Most of it is gone. Looking forward to beer #8. Sip.
Kootch has hit the sack after cooking up her version of 'Japanese Enchiladas.' She added some tofu at my suggestion. She recently cooked up some excellent spaghetti sauce (including tofu) which goes well with her white rice. Yum! Tofu is plant protein (healthy!) which has very little taste and therefore goes well with pretty much everything. You can't go wrong with Tofu!
Buzzer just went off. I am also out of beer. Off to the 'fridge... back with beer #8. Sip.
The Chilean Miner story is all over the news nowadays. Most of them are up now. Great story!
I'm in the middle of C-III game 31. Boy they fun! (buzzer)
Back from the LR. All trapped miners have been returned to the surface! Alright! Sebastian Pinera (the prez of Chile?) is praising God (heavy face rad as I write this). I also witnessed a rescued miner thanking Jesus for his rescue.
All of which brings us to the idea of 'substrate.' To me, 'substrate' means 'foundation.' In psychology, 'substrate' means 'world view'. Psychological Substrate is therefore the base upon which life events are 'interpreted and reacted to.' Substrate is a result of early childhood acculturation. A person's 'substrate' is formed in and after a child's infancy. Circumcision often becomes part of a child's 'substrate.' Substrate is fundamental. It is extremely difficult to change one's 'substrate,' but it can be done. I have done it. You can too.

(2)
Working on beer #4 at 1639. Buzzing nicely. This seems to be a good time to finish tonight's link dump:
The music of COSMOS. I loved the music, and it was no doubt this facet of COSMOS which inspired me to include music links in my blog. COSMOS unites Science, Music, and Religion.
Animals Said to Have Spiritual Experiences. Interesting. I don't doubt it. I am an animal. But I never had a really spiritual experience before I did LSD/Marijuana, or Booze/Marijuana. Both scenerios work.
The Scientific Case for Masturbation. Newsweek! Younger sperm is better sperm, apparently, causing fewer spontaneous abortions. Masturbation seems to reduce the S/A rate, which, in humans, seems to average about 35 percent. The list of animals who masturbate includes humans and monkeys, and I would add, rats. I have seen my male rats licking their penises in a way that would suggest masturbation. I have also brought a female rat to orgasm simply by petting her. She would stiffen and arch her butt up. I would then grab her body gently in one hand and squeeze her. She would shiver stiffly, sqeak loudly, then relax totally. I have had sex with female rats! Rearry! I have also drunk beer with male rats.
A related link concerns circumcision, a mutilation which inhibits masturbation and presumably leads to increased risk of miscarriage/birth defects.
Aurora Over Norway reminds me of the spectacular mushroom cloud resulting from a nuclear test in a fairly recent blog post. Finally, in a related link, Northern Lights get Internet Reality Show.

(1)
First beer at 1515. Sip... just finished reading last week's posts (again). Interesting how it started out cold and sharp, then went all warm and pussy at the end. Beer does that to me. Apparently I began watching COSMOS, finished (tap) the rest of the beer, delved into the whiskey, and totally enjoyed the rest of the evening. But it was ultimately a botch-job because I failed to publish several planned links. So let me now correct that botcher by publishing those missing links:
First I need to credit Skepchick with revealing the presence of COSMOS on HULU. I read Skepchick at least once a week. Well worth it. Highly recommended.
I also forgot to link to the HULU/COSMOS page. From there you can select any of the original 13 one hour episodes of COSMOS. I consider those 13 episodes to be the most important 13 hours in the history of media (Face throbbing from microwave radiation. Nose running.) because they present the most advanced 'world view' currently available.
But are you afraid that COSMOS might despoil your current cosy/warm world view? Need more information before you dare to watch a single episode? Look no further than Cosmos: A Personal Voyage on Wikipedia. All the information you need is there. Dive in.

(5)
I loved this particular episode so much! Carl Sagan suggests that, 'If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe! Beautiful! He goes on to describe a 'Google' and a 'google-plex.' This is modern science.The Bible tells us that god created Adam and Eve 'in The Beginning.' But 'God' equals ancient nonsense! Therefore Adam/Eve are possibilities only, to be believed by dumbasses only.
Nighty-night!

(5)

I love... you love... he, she, it loves... we love... you love... they love!

(4)
But before you label me permanently as a 'Vile Racist AntiSemite' I need to interdict. I need to destroy your supply lines with my Air Power. And I have a lot of Air Power. I have, for example, my keyboard, connected to my computer, connected to my 'modem,' connected to the internet. Rotsa air power! I am one powerful muthafuck! I tap, tap, tap on my keyboard, expressing my Air Power once a week. (Once a week is enough!) You read me. You are or are not influenced as a result. But you read me. You sample my power. You taste, smell, touch, me. Then you decide. I am influential. That's 'Air Power.'
But am I really a Vile Racist AntiSemite? Not really. Here is why: I actually love certain Jews! (Walter Gerash excepted of course.)
I won't mention names, of course, except in the case of deceased Jews who are thereby immune from 'consequences.' At the top of that list is, Carl Sagan.
Carl Sagan appeared in our lives on TV in the late '70s. We had already done lots of Acid. We (as a family) would watch Cosmos 'religiously' every week and discuss each and every show. I was 'family teacher' given Kootch's 'cultural ignorance.' We all loved Carl Sagan. We did not know, at the time, that Sagan was a Jew. How could we know? (stomping above) Why would we care? We loved Carl Sagan for who he was. We didn't have tape recorders or DVD recorders back in those days; otherwise we would have recorded each and every one of those magnificent weekly shows!

I thought until recently that those gloriously beautiful weekly shows vanished with time. Not so! HULU to the rescue! Cosmos Intro. I love that music so much! I love Carl Sagan so much!

(3)
Popped open beer #7 @ 1808. Sip. Time now for a bit of reality:
----------
Jews do indeed largely control American Media. To argue otherwise is to be ignorant or disengenous. Whoopi's mother knew that. Whoopi's 'name change' was in fact, a giant kiss of the American Media's Jewish Ass. Apparently it worked. Barbara Walters is either a liar or a total Jewish Ignoramus, the former being most likely. The other women on the panel were 'cowed' by the fact that they both knew the truth of the matter, but that if they offered any resistance to Walters' thesis, they would be targeted by American Media 'higher-ups.' Smart girls. They keep their jobs... for now...
----------
I could have let it go at that: Jewish Penis Envy produced the Sanchez-Stewart dustup. But being a 'real journalist' I Googled further. Rick Sanchez killed Jeffery Smuzinick! Wha....? I then put 2+2 together: 'Jeffery Smuzinick' sounds highly Jewish, given my knowlege of Jewish names. Did Sanchez 'get away with' a criminal assault against a drunk Jew? Whoa! Game changer! Totally blows my JPE theory! Now I'm with The Jews! New Mother Fucking Theory! Did Walters know that? If so, that would explain her use of the A-word. Hmmm... I also discovered this relevant blog post. Wow. It's complicated...
----------
But I can assure you (tap) readers out there that Jews 'control America' in several important areas, to wit:
Media: Jews largely control American media.
Politics: Jews largely control American politics.
Healthcare: Jews largely control American healthcare.
Finance: Jews largely control the American Financial System.
----------
To sum up: approximately 5 percent of a Tribal American Population controls America! What proof do I have of that? Your penis. Your husband's penis. Your sons' penises.

(2)
Folks, I are a Journarist! Rearry! Remember Rick Sanchez? He used to work for CNN. He was fired recently. Seems he dissed Jon Stewart of The Daily Show (working on beer #4 @1618). Stewart is a Jew. (Uhoh!) Sanchez suggested - in effect - that Jews run CNN. Horrors! Jews?! Jews run one of the most authoritative and important news organizations in the world!? Heaven fucking forbid! Jews everywhere were outraged, of course. I was amused. I investigated further. Turned out that Stuart had been dissing Sanchez on his show. Hmm. I formulated a theory: Sanchez was a Cuban-American who had been born in Cuba, and who had emigrated to America at the age of two. The Cubans probably don't circumcise their male newborns. Conclusion: Sanchez was sexually intact, whereas Stewart the Jew was sexually bereft (mutilated). Provisional theory: Stewart was suffering from Jewish Penis Envy (JPE), hence his attacks on Sanchez. Sanchez was just 'getting even' when he dissed the Jew Jon on the satellite radio show, Stand Up With Pete Dominick.
Enter TIVO. I noticed Rick Sanchez's photo on The View as I walked into the LR. I turned on the sound. Barbara Walters was calling Rick Sanchez an Anti-Semite! Eeeuuwe. It doesn't get much worse than that, folks, the ultimate Jewish diss being 'Vile Anti-Semite.' To Barbara's eternal credit she refrained from using that ultimate Jewish dissword, vile. Good girl! I Wicked Barbara Walters: Total Jew! No surprise, of course, given her obvious hatred for Sanchez. I also wicked the other girls on the show: one Christian, one Atheist/Agnostic former Catholic, and one (being gassed slightly here, RLG) an African-American woman name of Whoopi Goldberg. She apparently changed her first name to 'Whoopi' as a joke (whoopi cushion) and her last name to Goldberg (stagename: Whoopi Goldberg) because her mother thought that the family name, Johnson, 'was not Jewish enough to make her a star.' Note that.
It turned out that Barbara Walters was horrified at the thought that American media consumers might be misled into believing that American Media was controlled by Jews because of what Rick Sanchez had suggested. Sheeit!

(1)
Starting first beer @1455. Sip. Rereading my most recent posts... hmm. What was I thinking in post #7 below? Probably just drunk as a skunk. ('Face rad' as I (tap) write this. Apparently Gerash wants you to know that although his god WHTZSNM is powerless against me, he (Gerash) is not... whoa, rad increased dramatically to 'nose rad.' Sneezing.)
Back from the fridge with beer #2. Buzzing slightly. Sip. Some True Believers seem to know that their gods are powerless without human assistance, and so they volunteer to do god's dirty work for him. We call them religious terrorists.
I finished game 30 of C-III yesterday. Near the end (tap), The British signed a Mutual Protection Pact with the remnants of the Persian Empire. I was unable to bribe Elizabeth into siding with me (Rome), but since I had signed an MPP with France (Joan of Arc), The Brits ended up fighting both Joan and me (Caesar). I abandoned the game when only we three were left standing. Had I continued, The Brits would have been destroyed in two or three 'moves' and I would have faced a showdown with my ally, France. But I play the game a different way. I'll probably start a new game Friday or Saturday (today is Wednesday).
I discovered Google Maps last night and spent a lot of time exploring my home town of Charleston SC. (Face, arms and hands throbbing from microwave radiation now as I write this.) I found grandmother's (tap) house at 101 Fishburne (eheh) street, then tried to find the other two houses we lived in after my brother and I got out of the Catholic orphanage - 110 St Phillip St. and 178 St Phillip st., but couldn't pinpoint them precisely because they resemble the houses next to them so much. Memories! But I don't recall any dreams from last night. Interestingly, the few dreams I do recall are often based on C-III. (Back from the potty where, as I peed, there was the usual tap above me. I farted in reply. Gerash and I 'communicate' somewhat unconventionally.)