Friday, October 26, 2012
Tonight's Link Dump.
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Ok. Enough of this 'interaction' with stalkers who are - it seems to me - a bit toooo overconfident. Time for a Link Dump:
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Bible Boogers. This is from my previous blog, Non Serviam. I am now convinced that MR (microwave radiation) helps to produce the bloody snots which I call 'Bible Boogers.' Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 1741, buzzing my brains out! Sip!
By the way, Non Serviam (We do not serve (the Lord)) was my first attempt at blogging, and has lots of stuff which I highly recommend to my readers.
Musicwise, here is tonight's Mozart.
Montel Williams on Medical Marijuana. He should know. If you interpret this link as a bald-faced hint to President Obama, congratulations.
And finally, we need a link to The Very Old and Odious Testament (sipping on beer #9 at 1834... sip.)
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Ok. Enough of this 'interaction' with stalkers who are - it seems to me - a bit toooo overconfident. Time for a Link Dump:
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Bible Boogers. This is from my previous blog, Non Serviam. I am now convinced that MR (microwave radiation) helps to produce the bloody snots which I call 'Bible Boogers.' Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 1741, buzzing my brains out! Sip!
By the way, Non Serviam (We do not serve (the Lord)) was my first attempt at blogging, and has lots of stuff which I highly recommend to my readers.
Musicwise, here is tonight's Mozart.
Montel Williams on Medical Marijuana. He should know. If you interpret this link as a bald-faced hint to President Obama, congratulations.
And finally, we need a link to The Very Old and Odious Testament (sipping on beer #9 at 1834... sip.)
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Amazing.
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Back from (tap) the fridge with beer #4 at 1600. Buzzing nicely. Heavy Face Rad is now causing significant nasal swelling and mucus flow. Sip.
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As soon as We learned that Kootch had Cirrhosis, I (strong tap above me) insisted that she stop drinking tap water, and drink only the bottled water I buy frequently when shopping. She complied. Yay Kootch! I am pretty much convinced that this change in drinking behavior contributed significantly to Kootch's 'symptom improvement.' (tap) The big question now is, 'How badly damaged are Kootch's internal organs if she was indeed poisoned?' We shall see. I will report. You will decide.
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Buzzing really nicely on beer #4 at 1621. Face Rad is obvious, and causing swelling and mucus flow. Right nostril is ready to drip... standby... (thump above me)... sip... it's running down my upper lip... a look (thump) in the mirror in the PT reveals that there is mucus covering my (pursed) lips, and an obvious trail of mucus up to my right nostril. Left nostril now emitting mucus... joined the trail from the right nostril... tickling... nose blow. Much better! Last sip of beer #4 at 1629.
Back with beer #5 at 1631. Nose began dripping again as I examined the sink before returning. Drip, drip... They obviously have a 'unit' aimed at (tap) where my head would be when I stand in front of the sink watching my very own little 'drip, drip, drip' experiment.
Since I'm on the subject, (sip) I'll explain briefly that the 'Rad' is 'microwave radiation.' It took me literally years to figure that out. They use it against me quite often, day and night. (bump) At night, they can 'heat me up,' or they can 'wake me up.' This morning was a typical example: I woke up as the muscles in my head and neck were 'vibrating.' I had apparently got enough sleep. I positioned one of my (2 faint booms) metal 'cookie sheets' (which Kootch gratiously covered with a towel, sewing it around the metal per my instructions) between my face and the bedroom above me. It helped. I began 'plotting' the day. (now coughing and sneezing as they zap me with Heavy Face Rad -> Kt for beer #6... nose blow... ok, they stopped at about 1700. Whew! 'They' are so confident (now walking and stepping above me) that 'they' are above the law, that 'they' actually 'flaunt it' as I write this!
Amazing.
Back from (tap) the fridge with beer #4 at 1600. Buzzing nicely. Heavy Face Rad is now causing significant nasal swelling and mucus flow. Sip.
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As soon as We learned that Kootch had Cirrhosis, I (strong tap above me) insisted that she stop drinking tap water, and drink only the bottled water I buy frequently when shopping. She complied. Yay Kootch! I am pretty much convinced that this change in drinking behavior contributed significantly to Kootch's 'symptom improvement.' (tap) The big question now is, 'How badly damaged are Kootch's internal organs if she was indeed poisoned?' We shall see. I will report. You will decide.
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Buzzing really nicely on beer #4 at 1621. Face Rad is obvious, and causing swelling and mucus flow. Right nostril is ready to drip... standby... (thump above me)... sip... it's running down my upper lip... a look (thump) in the mirror in the PT reveals that there is mucus covering my (pursed) lips, and an obvious trail of mucus up to my right nostril. Left nostril now emitting mucus... joined the trail from the right nostril... tickling... nose blow. Much better! Last sip of beer #4 at 1629.
Back with beer #5 at 1631. Nose began dripping again as I examined the sink before returning. Drip, drip... They obviously have a 'unit' aimed at (tap) where my head would be when I stand in front of the sink watching my very own little 'drip, drip, drip' experiment.
Since I'm on the subject, (sip) I'll explain briefly that the 'Rad' is 'microwave radiation.' It took me literally years to figure that out. They use it against me quite often, day and night. (bump) At night, they can 'heat me up,' or they can 'wake me up.' This morning was a typical example: I woke up as the muscles in my head and neck were 'vibrating.' I had apparently got enough sleep. I positioned one of my (2 faint booms) metal 'cookie sheets' (which Kootch gratiously covered with a towel, sewing it around the metal per my instructions) between my face and the bedroom above me. It helped. I began 'plotting' the day. (now coughing and sneezing as they zap me with Heavy Face Rad -> Kt for beer #6... nose blow... ok, they stopped at about 1700. Whew! 'They' are so confident (now walking and stepping above me) that 'they' are above the law, that 'they' actually 'flaunt it' as I write this!
Amazing.
It's the Water...
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First sip of Natural Light at 1425. Sip. Time to reread last week... ok. Kootch recently advised me that she had had a previous 'partial colonoscopy' up to the splenic flexure. That must have been in the early 2000s. Concerning what might have caused Kootch's cirossis, Kaiser still appears to be in 'Huh? mode.' Meanwhile, Kootch's prognosis seems good: she is responding to medication, and her symptoms (except for swings in blood sugar) seem to have mostly disappeared. Interestingly, Kaiser has her working with a doctor who is with another hospital. Huh? Guess I'd better get more involved, because Kaiser never calls her when I am 'available.' Nor has Kaiser ever contacted me regarding this problem even though Kootch has a massive and obvious communiucation problem. Booo, Kaiser. And it would certainly help Kootch to have me involved. And unlike Kaiser, I have a working theory: water poisoning:
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I rarely drink water. I drink Diet Pepsi instead. This practice began many, many years ago before the invention of Omeprazole and related anti-acid drugs. I had (Faggot fucks with font again) a very 'over-acid' stomach. It began when I was stationed in Japan, about 1955. I began taking Alka-seltzer occasionally. The problem slowly intensified to the point where, by the late '90s (I think) I was drinking lots of liquid antacid - so much of it, in fact, that it would often give me diarrhea (tap). Then along came Prilosec! Kaiser prescribed a generic form (Omeprazole), and I was released from my frequent diarrhea. Yay Kaiser!
But by then I was so used to a 'lifestyle' of Diet Pepsi in the first part of the day (Wake-up until about 2:00 PM or so) that I continued the practice, drinking 4-6 cans of DP per day. I would then get my remaining moisture from the various foods we ate that day. Kootch, on the other hand, always drunk lots of water.
As the 'stalking situation' continued, and the attacks on me became more and more intense, I grew to distrust all of my 'neighbors,' including whomever lived (or didn't live) downstairs: they could easily poison us through the water supply. I began buying bottled water, and I instructed Kootch to only use bottled water when she prepared our food. I strongly advised Kootch not to drink the tap water. Kootch declined that advice.
But since 'they' only attacked me (tap) and never Kootch, it didn't (tap) occur to me to demand that Kootch also drink only bottled water. (tap) And poor Kootch simply could not accept the possibility that I was being 'stalked' by a Jewish homosexual on a 24-7-365 basis. (tap)
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First sip of Natural Light at 1425. Sip. Time to reread last week... ok. Kootch recently advised me that she had had a previous 'partial colonoscopy' up to the splenic flexure. That must have been in the early 2000s. Concerning what might have caused Kootch's cirossis, Kaiser still appears to be in 'Huh? mode.' Meanwhile, Kootch's prognosis seems good: she is responding to medication, and her symptoms (except for swings in blood sugar) seem to have mostly disappeared. Interestingly, Kaiser has her working with a doctor who is with another hospital. Huh? Guess I'd better get more involved, because Kaiser never calls her when I am 'available.' Nor has Kaiser ever contacted me regarding this problem even though Kootch has a massive and obvious communiucation problem. Booo, Kaiser. And it would certainly help Kootch to have me involved. And unlike Kaiser, I have a working theory: water poisoning:
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I rarely drink water. I drink Diet Pepsi instead. This practice began many, many years ago before the invention of Omeprazole and related anti-acid drugs. I had (Faggot fucks with font again) a very 'over-acid' stomach. It began when I was stationed in Japan, about 1955. I began taking Alka-seltzer occasionally. The problem slowly intensified to the point where, by the late '90s (I think) I was drinking lots of liquid antacid - so much of it, in fact, that it would often give me diarrhea (tap). Then along came Prilosec! Kaiser prescribed a generic form (Omeprazole), and I was released from my frequent diarrhea. Yay Kaiser!
But by then I was so used to a 'lifestyle' of Diet Pepsi in the first part of the day (Wake-up until about 2:00 PM or so) that I continued the practice, drinking 4-6 cans of DP per day. I would then get my remaining moisture from the various foods we ate that day. Kootch, on the other hand, always drunk lots of water.
As the 'stalking situation' continued, and the attacks on me became more and more intense, I grew to distrust all of my 'neighbors,' including whomever lived (or didn't live) downstairs: they could easily poison us through the water supply. I began buying bottled water, and I instructed Kootch to only use bottled water when she prepared our food. I strongly advised Kootch not to drink the tap water. Kootch declined that advice.
But since 'they' only attacked me (tap) and never Kootch, it didn't (tap) occur to me to demand that Kootch also drink only bottled water. (tap) And poor Kootch simply could not accept the possibility that I was being 'stalked' by a Jewish homosexual on a 24-7-365 basis. (tap)
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Obomber!
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Interestingly, after reporting all that 'face rad' (tap), very little 'face rad' has since caused my nasal tissues to produce 'defensive mucosa.' Alright! And it is now 2001, local. Sip.
Buzzing my brains out at 2027. Sip. I need to 'wrap this up.'
Epistles. Huh?! Clearly, Obama (Obomber!) did not follow this dumbass Biblical suggestion!
Our president did instead wreak havoc on our enemies! Obomber!
The name suggests that there is a 'subliminal' cause' (
Interestingly, after reporting all that 'face rad' (tap), very little 'face rad' has since caused my nasal tissues to produce 'defensive mucosa.' Alright! And it is now 2001, local. Sip.
Buzzing my brains out at 2027. Sip. I need to 'wrap this up.'
Epistles. Huh?! Clearly, Obama (Obomber!) did not follow this dumbass Biblical suggestion!
Our president did instead wreak havoc on our enemies! Obomber!
The name suggests that there is a 'subliminal' cause' (
Huh?
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That out of the way for now, (squeek above me) I should address the reason for (squeek) Kootch's Pristine colonoscopy result: Cirrosis (scarring) of the liver. Kootch had recently (last six months or so) been experiencing 'upset stomach' and pain in the upper right abdominal area. She finally visited Kaiser and related her symptoms to Kaiser. Kaiser took her very seriously and administered a number of blood tests. Result: Very high blood sugar. Further investigation revealed 'cirrosis of the liver.' Huh?! Not possible! Kootch has always imbibed only very, very, healthy foods and drinks. If anyone should have 'cirrosis of the liver' it should be me! I booze it up every Friday night! Sip. (The 'Debate' is going on just now at 1914 on CNN and other national news outlets.)
Kaiser, finding no cause for cirrosis, began digging deeper. Yay Kaiser! After a lot of scientific digging, (tap) including Kootch's recent colonoscopy, Kaiser seems (from my perspective) to be ready to declare a 'cause' for Kootch's 'liver problems.'
What will that 'cause' be? All the world wants to know!
Including me!
My guess is that Kaiser will come up with a 'Huh?' diagnosis.
Stay tuned. We shall see.
That out of the way for now, (squeek above me) I should address the reason for (squeek) Kootch's Pristine colonoscopy result: Cirrosis (scarring) of the liver. Kootch had recently (last six months or so) been experiencing 'upset stomach' and pain in the upper right abdominal area. She finally visited Kaiser and related her symptoms to Kaiser. Kaiser took her very seriously and administered a number of blood tests. Result: Very high blood sugar. Further investigation revealed 'cirrosis of the liver.' Huh?! Not possible! Kootch has always imbibed only very, very, healthy foods and drinks. If anyone should have 'cirrosis of the liver' it should be me! I booze it up every Friday night! Sip. (The 'Debate' is going on just now at 1914 on CNN and other national news outlets.)
Kaiser, finding no cause for cirrosis, began digging deeper. Yay Kaiser! After a lot of scientific digging, (tap) including Kootch's recent colonoscopy, Kaiser seems (from my perspective) to be ready to declare a 'cause' for Kootch's 'liver problems.'
What will that 'cause' be? All the world wants to know!
Including me!
My guess is that Kaiser will come up with a 'Huh?' diagnosis.
Stay tuned. We shall see.
Sic 'im, Mister Prez!
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Working on beer #4 at 1738. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack. Moderate 'face rad' is, and has been, causing frequent nose blowing as I have been writing this. Very interestingly, I did not have this 'problem' as I sat in the Kaiser WR. Indeed, I used that 'unusual environment' as a 'base line' with which to later judge the amount of microwave radiation I am absorbing from above, below, and next door. The evidence is, as usual, overwhelming: Whereas I have been blowing my nose every 3-5 minutes or so as I sit here writing this, I snuffed (tap) my nose only twice (in the bathroom at KP). My right eye (faint boom) seemed to 'water' at the 'normal rate' while sitting in the WR, however.
End of beer #5 at 1812. Now (tap) what?
Boozetime! Yep. I'm back from the fridge with my first glass of Diet Pepsi and Canadian Mist. Another 'nose blow' and my left nasal area is swelling from microwave radiation, indicating that much of the rad is coming from 303. Yet another nose blow. Maybe I'll 'time' these 'blows.' Yes I will! (Another blow about 2 (tap) minutes later.) Sip. I'm gonna get very drunk very fast if I keep this up. The Presidential Debate will soon begin. I'm listening to CNN as I write this. Maybe I'll record it. Sip. Snuff.
My advice to The Prez would be to 'Attack.' No more, 'Yes, Massa.' Romney is a psychopath who will say anything to get control of the most powerful country in the world, and his Neocon Jew supporters care not at all about circumventing Democratic processes. Sic 'im, Mister Prez! We are with you!
Interestingly, the 'face Rad' seems to have stopped at 1840, but stay tuned.
Working on beer #4 at 1738. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack. Moderate 'face rad' is, and has been, causing frequent nose blowing as I have been writing this. Very interestingly, I did not have this 'problem' as I sat in the Kaiser WR. Indeed, I used that 'unusual environment' as a 'base line' with which to later judge the amount of microwave radiation I am absorbing from above, below, and next door. The evidence is, as usual, overwhelming: Whereas I have been blowing my nose every 3-5 minutes or so as I sit here writing this, I snuffed (tap) my nose only twice (in the bathroom at KP). My right eye (faint boom) seemed to 'water' at the 'normal rate' while sitting in the WR, however.
End of beer #5 at 1812. Now (tap) what?
Boozetime! Yep. I'm back from the fridge with my first glass of Diet Pepsi and Canadian Mist. Another 'nose blow' and my left nasal area is swelling from microwave radiation, indicating that much of the rad is coming from 303. Yet another nose blow. Maybe I'll 'time' these 'blows.' Yes I will! (Another blow about 2 (tap) minutes later.) Sip. I'm gonna get very drunk very fast if I keep this up. The Presidential Debate will soon begin. I'm listening to CNN as I write this. Maybe I'll record it. Sip. Snuff.
My advice to The Prez would be to 'Attack.' No more, 'Yes, Massa.' Romney is a psychopath who will say anything to get control of the most powerful country in the world, and his Neocon Jew supporters care not at all about circumventing Democratic processes. Sic 'im, Mister Prez! We are with you!
Interestingly, the 'face Rad' seems to have stopped at 1840, but stay tuned.
Hooray! Beertime!
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Sipping on beer #1 at 1635, after beginning about 1620. Sip. I'm back a few days early and felt like celebrating a little. Sip. Kootch is in the kitchen cooking up dinner. Back with beer #2 at 1640. Sip. Buzzing slightly on one beer on an empty stomach. Four beers left. Sip.
It's been a harrowing day for me: Kootch had her first (and probably only) (tap) colonoscopy today, and the results were quite good: No polyps, and no other colon problems. They also did an 'Esophagoduodenoscopy.' The attending physician provided us with photographs and a report. Kootch's colon looks a lot healthier than mine! So is the other stuff. They didn't let me watch, so I sat it out in the WR rereading the chapter on Voltaire from my old potty book, The Story of Philosophy, by Will Durant. Boring. After about 40 minutes or so they rescued me from Voltaire with the news that Kootch was out of the 'operating room' and I could be with her as she recovered from the strong sedative they had given her. Kootch remembers nothing. We went through the usual recovery time with Kootch trying unsuccessfully to fart out some of the injected air. She did manage to fart most of it out after she could stand up.
It was very harrowing day for Kootch (tap) too, of course, and I didn't envy her a bit (Sipping on beer #3 at 1708. Kootch is now eating supper in her room.) Soon after the doctor (finally!) showed up and gave us the report with a very brief (faint boom) auditory report, we left. I was very worried: the stalkers had had almost three hours to try to defeat the two 4-digit padlocks with which I had secured the door to the apartment. What would we find when we got home? I did my best to take a few minutes off the return trip during 'rush hour.' Kootch remarked several times that my risky driving was a bit too 'exciting.' I replied that I was totally focused on what I was doing, unlike some other drivers who were driving while talking on cell phones. We arrived without incident, and Kootch parked the car while I began undoing the combinations to the two padlocks. Hooray! No evidence of 'unauthorized entry!' I relaxed. Beertime!
Sipping on beer #1 at 1635, after beginning about 1620. Sip. I'm back a few days early and felt like celebrating a little. Sip. Kootch is in the kitchen cooking up dinner. Back with beer #2 at 1640. Sip. Buzzing slightly on one beer on an empty stomach. Four beers left. Sip.
It's been a harrowing day for me: Kootch had her first (and probably only) (tap) colonoscopy today, and the results were quite good: No polyps, and no other colon problems. They also did an 'Esophagoduodenoscopy.' The attending physician provided us with photographs and a report. Kootch's colon looks a lot healthier than mine! So is the other stuff. They didn't let me watch, so I sat it out in the WR rereading the chapter on Voltaire from my old potty book, The Story of Philosophy, by Will Durant. Boring. After about 40 minutes or so they rescued me from Voltaire with the news that Kootch was out of the 'operating room' and I could be with her as she recovered from the strong sedative they had given her. Kootch remembers nothing. We went through the usual recovery time with Kootch trying unsuccessfully to fart out some of the injected air. She did manage to fart most of it out after she could stand up.
It was very harrowing day for Kootch (tap) too, of course, and I didn't envy her a bit (Sipping on beer #3 at 1708. Kootch is now eating supper in her room.) Soon after the doctor (finally!) showed up and gave us the report with a very brief (faint boom) auditory report, we left. I was very worried: the stalkers had had almost three hours to try to defeat the two 4-digit padlocks with which I had secured the door to the apartment. What would we find when we got home? I did my best to take a few minutes off the return trip during 'rush hour.' Kootch remarked several times that my risky driving was a bit too 'exciting.' I replied that I was totally focused on what I was doing, unlike some other drivers who were driving while talking on cell phones. We arrived without incident, and Kootch parked the car while I began undoing the combinations to the two padlocks. Hooray! No evidence of 'unauthorized entry!' I relaxed. Beertime!
Friday, October 12, 2012
Beauty is Everywhere.
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Before logging off tonight I need to do some 'music' and some 'pussy.' But unfortunately, my recent excursions into the Softporn World have failed to yield the sort of elegant sexual photos I was looking for. Do I have anything in my stock of photos which might be appropiate at this time?
Close enough.
Now we need some music. Hmm. Lessee...
Mozart Piano Concerto #18. Ingrid Haebler.
And now for the woman herself.
Excellent. If you really know where to look, Beauty is everywhere.
See you again next week.
Before logging off tonight I need to do some 'music' and some 'pussy.' But unfortunately, my recent excursions into the Softporn World have failed to yield the sort of elegant sexual photos I was looking for. Do I have anything in my stock of photos which might be appropiate at this time?
Now we need some music. Hmm. Lessee...
Mozart Piano Concerto #18. Ingrid Haebler.
And now for the woman herself.
Excellent. If you really know where to look, Beauty is everywhere.
See you again next week.
Lucifer, Hooked.
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Sipping on beer #6 at 1813. Yum! Shall we do our weekly Brick Testament now? Yas! We shall! Aaron Becomes a Priest. Bad idea! Apparently, the closer you get to the Jewish God WHTZSNM, the more 'shaky' your life becomes! Watchout!
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Dumbass Congressman occupies seat on Science Committee. Isn't this a case of 'checks and balances gone apeshit?' Paul Broun should never have been allowed on The Science Committee. No way!
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Hmm. I am now 'outa links' at 1847. Outa beer too... Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 1852. Sip. Buzzing modestly. Simply Noise is blocking all 'interference' from CNN, but I can see the TV set from here in the BR and can turn off the sound if something interesting appears. Sip. Now what? Sip.
Ha! Been a while since I talked to Lucifer (Light Bearer). But first, out of due respect, I need to contact the Jewish God WHTZSNM. I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me: I have a very, very, very modern cultural question for You.
gd: Shoot.
me: What is a 'BooBooBible'?
gd: (click)
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I then called Lucifer:
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Lu: Hello?
me: I just got off the phone with God.
Lu: This is already sounding interesting. Please continue.
me: I asked God the question, 'What is a BooBooBible?'
Lu: (Muffled, unintelligible response)
me: Could you repeat that?
Lu: I was laughing. You are a very, very, funny fella! God hung up of course?
me: Of course.
Lu: You are a 'cultural catalyst' if ever there was one, and I love your sarcastic methodology! Call me anytime!
me: How is Jesus doing?
Lu: Swamped like you wouldn't believe, but happy.
me: Excellent. Call you again next week?
Lu: Please do! I am hooked!
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Sipping on beer #6 at 1813. Yum! Shall we do our weekly Brick Testament now? Yas! We shall! Aaron Becomes a Priest. Bad idea! Apparently, the closer you get to the Jewish God WHTZSNM, the more 'shaky' your life becomes! Watchout!
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Dumbass Congressman occupies seat on Science Committee. Isn't this a case of 'checks and balances gone apeshit?' Paul Broun should never have been allowed on The Science Committee. No way!
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Hmm. I am now 'outa links' at 1847. Outa beer too... Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 1852. Sip. Buzzing modestly. Simply Noise is blocking all 'interference' from CNN, but I can see the TV set from here in the BR and can turn off the sound if something interesting appears. Sip. Now what? Sip.
Ha! Been a while since I talked to Lucifer (Light Bearer). But first, out of due respect, I need to contact the Jewish God WHTZSNM. I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me: I have a very, very, very modern cultural question for You.
gd: Shoot.
me: What is a 'BooBooBible'?
gd: (click)
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I then called Lucifer:
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Lu: Hello?
me: I just got off the phone with God.
Lu: This is already sounding interesting. Please continue.
me: I asked God the question, 'What is a BooBooBible?'
Lu: (Muffled, unintelligible response)
me: Could you repeat that?
Lu: I was laughing. You are a very, very, funny fella! God hung up of course?
me: Of course.
Lu: You are a 'cultural catalyst' if ever there was one, and I love your sarcastic methodology! Call me anytime!
me: How is Jesus doing?
Lu: Swamped like you wouldn't believe, but happy.
me: Excellent. Call you again next week?
Lu: Please do! I am hooked!
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The Real Link Dump.
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(No, I don't plan to add any biblebooboos (poops) to my Booger Bible. Relax. I intend to keep this stuff 'well above the sholders.' Butt if any of my readers out there in the blogosphere decides to create hir very own BooBooBible... well, that is not my concern.)
Working on beer #5 at 1715. Sip. Yum! Kootch has hit the sack. Guess I'll continue with the link dump:
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Cops, Judges, Support CO's Marijuana Regulation Ballot Measure. Yay!
LA City Council Repeals Medical Marijuana Dispensary Ban. Yay!
New Approach Washington Launches Fall TV Ad Campaign. Yay!
Oregon Defense Lawyers Endorse Marijuana Legalization. Yay!
Worth Repeating: A Marijuana Debate Question for Governor Romney.
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It's all about Marijuana Legalization, of course, which a very timely and important subject.
(No, I don't plan to add any biblebooboos (poops) to my Booger Bible. Relax. I intend to keep this stuff 'well above the sholders.' Butt if any of my readers out there in the blogosphere decides to create hir very own BooBooBible... well, that is not my concern.)
Working on beer #5 at 1715. Sip. Yum! Kootch has hit the sack. Guess I'll continue with the link dump:
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Cops, Judges, Support CO's Marijuana Regulation Ballot Measure. Yay!
LA City Council Repeals Medical Marijuana Dispensary Ban. Yay!
New Approach Washington Launches Fall TV Ad Campaign. Yay!
Oregon Defense Lawyers Endorse Marijuana Legalization. Yay!
Worth Repeating: A Marijuana Debate Question for Governor Romney.
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It's all about Marijuana Legalization, of course, which a very timely and important subject.
A Rearry Rittre Rink Dump.
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Link Dump time before I become too inebriated. Lessee...
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Not long after getting out of bed this morning, I was sitting on the LR couch. My nose had begun dripping (from MR) while I sat on the side of the bed putting on my socks and shoes, and I needed to blow out all the accumulating snot. When I 'blew' I felt a 'bible booger' fly out of my right nostril. Ohboy! But when I checked the contents of the 'Puff' hankie, only wettness was to be found. Darnit. I love pasting bloody bibleboogers into the pages of my Booger Bible! Oh, well. I later discovered that I had indeed blown out a large biblebooger, but that it had bounced off of the napkin and stuck to the upper palm of my right hand. By the time I discovered it, it had 'died' (dried out). I rolled it up between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand and dropped it into the trash basket near me. Only just now, as I am writing this, did it occur to me to 'resussitate' that BB by putting it in a spoon with a few drops of water. Alright! I'll remember that! (No, I won't go looking for it today. Maybe tomorrow.) Sip. Isn't this fun? Sip. So when I logged on to the Internet this morning I did a Google search for 'bible booger.' Google did not quite recognize the term, but sure enough, in the first handful or two of suggested sites I found this reference to my very first blog, Non Serviam. ('Heitai' means 'Warrior' in Japanese.) I read 'previous posts' for a while and marveled at how my 'blogging style' had slowly changed over the years.
(Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1642. Sip. On the way back I opened Kootch's bedroom door and waved 'Hello.' She smiled and waved back. She was watching Japanese TV.)
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Not much of a link dump, was it. Oh, well.
Link Dump time before I become too inebriated. Lessee...
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Not long after getting out of bed this morning, I was sitting on the LR couch. My nose had begun dripping (from MR) while I sat on the side of the bed putting on my socks and shoes, and I needed to blow out all the accumulating snot. When I 'blew' I felt a 'bible booger' fly out of my right nostril. Ohboy! But when I checked the contents of the 'Puff' hankie, only wettness was to be found. Darnit. I love pasting bloody bibleboogers into the pages of my Booger Bible! Oh, well. I later discovered that I had indeed blown out a large biblebooger, but that it had bounced off of the napkin and stuck to the upper palm of my right hand. By the time I discovered it, it had 'died' (dried out). I rolled it up between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand and dropped it into the trash basket near me. Only just now, as I am writing this, did it occur to me to 'resussitate' that BB by putting it in a spoon with a few drops of water. Alright! I'll remember that! (No, I won't go looking for it today. Maybe tomorrow.) Sip. Isn't this fun? Sip. So when I logged on to the Internet this morning I did a Google search for 'bible booger.' Google did not quite recognize the term, but sure enough, in the first handful or two of suggested sites I found this reference to my very first blog, Non Serviam. ('Heitai' means 'Warrior' in Japanese.) I read 'previous posts' for a while and marveled at how my 'blogging style' had slowly changed over the years.
(Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1642. Sip. On the way back I opened Kootch's bedroom door and waved 'Hello.' She smiled and waved back. She was watching Japanese TV.)
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Not much of a link dump, was it. Oh, well.
Noise Can Be Very Useful.
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The usual blast of Face Rad as I signed on just now. Sipping on beer #1 at 1317. Sip. I'm well-rested after spending about 12.5 hours in the sack. Heavy microwave radiation from the apartments above and below kept me awake from about 2:00 AM to about 6:30 AM. Kootch woke me up from one of my very forgettable dreams at about 7:00 AM, and after securing the front door after she left I slept (tap) until 10:30 AM or so. (I think the (tap) was to remind me that 'slept' was the wrong word in this context. Actually, I 'remained in bed' and slept an unknown amount of time in spite of incoming radiation. Interesting that the Ultimate Liar likes to point out my own little inaccuracies, while being oblivious of his own 'liar lifestyle.')
Hmm. Buzzing slightly after finishing beer #1... back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1539, buzzing nicely. Sip. I've turned on SimplyNoise in order to reduce the feeling of 'intimacy' enjoyed by The Stalker when all is quiet. Now he will be forced to 'tap' much (tap) louder in order to be noticed. My favorite is 'pink noise.' Sip. Time to reread last week again... Alright! Sip. After this beer there are 14 remaining. If you're not keeping count, that means that last Friday was a 12 beer night. Sip.
The usual blast of Face Rad as I signed on just now. Sipping on beer #1 at 1317. Sip. I'm well-rested after spending about 12.5 hours in the sack. Heavy microwave radiation from the apartments above and below kept me awake from about 2:00 AM to about 6:30 AM. Kootch woke me up from one of my very forgettable dreams at about 7:00 AM, and after securing the front door after she left I slept (tap) until 10:30 AM or so. (I think the (tap) was to remind me that 'slept' was the wrong word in this context. Actually, I 'remained in bed' and slept an unknown amount of time in spite of incoming radiation. Interesting that the Ultimate Liar likes to point out my own little inaccuracies, while being oblivious of his own 'liar lifestyle.')
Hmm. Buzzing slightly after finishing beer #1... back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1539, buzzing nicely. Sip. I've turned on SimplyNoise in order to reduce the feeling of 'intimacy' enjoyed by The Stalker when all is quiet. Now he will be forced to 'tap' much (tap) louder in order to be noticed. My favorite is 'pink noise.' Sip. Time to reread last week again... Alright! Sip. After this beer there are 14 remaining. If you're not keeping count, that means that last Friday was a 12 beer night. Sip.
Friday, October 05, 2012
Mother Nature knows best.
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Damn that was fun! Sip.
We need more Beauty: Mozart Piano Concerto #9. Third Movement. Mitsuko Uchida. I love Japanese women! Indeed, I have fucked more than my fair share of Japanese women! Very slippery! Warm and slippery! No lubrication needed!
(But I am being sarcastic. None of my sexual encounters have ever needed 'artificial lubrication.' I have always found that my natural penis and our natural lubrication systems have inevitably made for a very warm, slippery fuck.)
Lesson to be learned: Never circumcise (mutilate) your male (or female) babies.
Rely on Mother Nature. She knows best.
Damn that was fun! Sip.
We need more Beauty: Mozart Piano Concerto #9. Third Movement. Mitsuko Uchida. I love Japanese women! Indeed, I have fucked more than my fair share of Japanese women! Very slippery! Warm and slippery! No lubrication needed!
(But I am being sarcastic. None of my sexual encounters have ever needed 'artificial lubrication.' I have always found that my natural penis and our natural lubrication systems have inevitably made for a very warm, slippery fuck.)
Lesson to be learned: Never circumcise (mutilate) your male (or female) babies.
Rely on Mother Nature. She knows best.
Science is the New Religion!
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Sipping on beer #9 at 1708. Sip.
Sipping on beer #10 at 1730. Sip. Time for 'The Evening News....'
Screw it. I'll get it on TiVo. Sip.
It seems to my fairly inebriated cortex at this time that we need to do a little bit of Modern Astronomical Science. Science is the new religion! I therefore offer this small link dump for your personal evaluation. Be advised that in this particular case I am willing to consider your individual points of view which might possibly conflict with my drunken characterizations. Log on! Tell me what you think!
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Curiosity Discovers Jewish Life on Mars! Huh?! Wha...?
Proof that God has blue eyes and smokes Marijuana! Huh??? Suspicions confirmed!? Wha...?
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(On second thought, your thoughts are of no interest to me. Nothing personal, of course.)
Sip.
Sipping on beer #9 at 1708. Sip.
Sipping on beer #10 at 1730. Sip. Time for 'The Evening News....'
Screw it. I'll get it on TiVo. Sip.
It seems to my fairly inebriated cortex at this time that we need to do a little bit of Modern Astronomical Science. Science is the new religion! I therefore offer this small link dump for your personal evaluation. Be advised that in this particular case I am willing to consider your individual points of view which might possibly conflict with my drunken characterizations. Log on! Tell me what you think!
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Curiosity Discovers Jewish Life on Mars! Huh?! Wha...?
Proof that God has blue eyes and smokes Marijuana! Huh??? Suspicions confirmed!? Wha...?
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(On second thought, your thoughts are of no interest to me. Nothing personal, of course.)
Sip.
'I Haven't Touched You Yet.'
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Sipping on beer #8 at 1603. Sip. Yum!
Concerning that last observation I will always remember Don Juan's answer to the question, 'What is death?' Don Juan answered, 'Death is nothing! Nothing!' (I can't find that particular quote in the works of Casteneda at the moment, but here is a quote where Don Juan calls Death, 'An Advisor:') 'Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you're about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you're wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, 'I haven't touched you yet.' (Journey to Ixtland, page 34 in my paperback edition.).
Sipping on beer #8 at 1603. Sip. Yum!
Concerning that last observation I will always remember Don Juan's answer to the question, 'What is death?' Don Juan answered, 'Death is nothing! Nothing!' (I can't find that particular quote in the works of Casteneda at the moment, but here is a quote where Don Juan calls Death, 'An Advisor:') 'Whenever you feel, as you always do, that everything is going wrong and you're about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you're wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, 'I haven't touched you yet.' (Journey to Ixtland, page 34 in my paperback edition.).
The Fundamental Personal Truth.
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Not that I'm a 'Romney Fan.' Far from it. I see the modern Republican Party as wildly schizophrenic, and Romney as partially psychopathic. I am an Obama fan. Obama comes across as a well-balanced intellectual who is currently engaged in the very tough job of managing A Nation Full of Idiots using Democracy! I do not envy that man at all! Rotsa Ruck!
Back from the fridge with beer #6. Buzzing outrageously. Sip.
And while I'm on the subject of Ancient Religion/Culture vs Modernity, I highly recommend this ultimate examination of the mythology of Jesus Christ. I think that the time is fast approaching when us modern humans will finally recognize that those ancient myths no longer serve us very well, and that we need to move on. We need to reject ancient crap! We need to face up to the single most obvious fundamental personal truth: 'I will die. (faint boom) And furthermore, After I die, nothing will ever happen again! Never! Ever!'
That is the truth.
What are the implications of that? Learn. Experience. Enjoy. Play.
Not that I'm a 'Romney Fan.' Far from it. I see the modern Republican Party as wildly schizophrenic, and Romney as partially psychopathic. I am an Obama fan. Obama comes across as a well-balanced intellectual who is currently engaged in the very tough job of managing A Nation Full of Idiots using Democracy! I do not envy that man at all! Rotsa Ruck!
Back from the fridge with beer #6. Buzzing outrageously. Sip.
And while I'm on the subject of Ancient Religion/Culture vs Modernity, I highly recommend this ultimate examination of the mythology of Jesus Christ. I think that the time is fast approaching when us modern humans will finally recognize that those ancient myths no longer serve us very well, and that we need to move on. We need to reject ancient crap! We need to face up to the single most obvious fundamental personal truth: 'I will die. (faint boom) And furthermore, After I die, nothing will ever happen again! Never! Ever!'
That is the truth.
What are the implications of that? Learn. Experience. Enjoy. Play.
What's So Fuckin' Holy About it?
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Sipping on beer #2 at 1310. Sip. Buzzing slightly. Time to reread last week... Ok.
I Think I'll start this week's seance with where I left off last week: Women. I love women! Women are literally The Gateways to Existence! And amazingly, that obvious verity is only nowadays dawning on the modern inhabitants of today's various ancient cultures. Back in the 'good ole days' women were widely regarded as inferior to men, and even today, and even in the more 'advanced' cultures, women do not quite measure up to men. But we are making progress. That's the good news. Check out these links:
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Women in The Bible. Whew! Grotesque!
Women in The Quran. Equally grotesque, but the 'Holy' Bible is much bigger than The 'Holy' Quran. (A huge blast (tap) of microwave radiation from above (304) just as I wrote that forced me to cough, sneeze and leave the room with eyes watering. I am now pretty much convinced that what I had previously labeled 'gas' was actually microwave radiation which penetrated to the bronchial/lung area.) Back from the fridge with beer #4. Sip. Only 12 beers left. Sip. Darn.
Women in The Book of Mormon. Much better! But it must be remembered that Mormonism is a very modern mythological creation which no doubt profits from more modern cultural attitudes.
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Sip.
Sipping on beer #2 at 1310. Sip. Buzzing slightly. Time to reread last week... Ok.
I Think I'll start this week's seance with where I left off last week: Women. I love women! Women are literally The Gateways to Existence! And amazingly, that obvious verity is only nowadays dawning on the modern inhabitants of today's various ancient cultures. Back in the 'good ole days' women were widely regarded as inferior to men, and even today, and even in the more 'advanced' cultures, women do not quite measure up to men. But we are making progress. That's the good news. Check out these links:
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Women in The Bible. Whew! Grotesque!
Women in The Quran. Equally grotesque, but the 'Holy' Bible is much bigger than The 'Holy' Quran. (A huge blast (tap) of microwave radiation from above (304) just as I wrote that forced me to cough, sneeze and leave the room with eyes watering. I am now pretty much convinced that what I had previously labeled 'gas' was actually microwave radiation which penetrated to the bronchial/lung area.) Back from the fridge with beer #4. Sip. Only 12 beers left. Sip. Darn.
Women in The Book of Mormon. Much better! But it must be remembered that Mormonism is a very modern mythological creation which no doubt profits from more modern cultural attitudes.
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Sip.
