Saturday, November 23, 2013
Anticipation.
(8)
My God! I can see how you might be offended! Sorry. Sip. I love you. Really. True, I 'fast-forward' you from time to time. I do. I really do. You bore me sometimes. But that is my problem, not yours. Sip.
I can fix my problems.
Sip.
I have drunk waaaay too many beers tonight and I have to wrap this up.
Beauty. I need to end this with Beauty. You are so beautiful. Please forgive me for my FF predelictions.
I dedicate the following glorious beauty to you, my lovely and glorious pets!
Mozart Piano Concerto #21. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2uYb6bMKyI
I plan to do a live blog, boozing and smoking soon after the New Year.
Sip.
My God! I can see how you might be offended! Sorry. Sip. I love you. Really. True, I 'fast-forward' you from time to time. I do. I really do. You bore me sometimes. But that is my problem, not yours. Sip.
I can fix my problems.
Sip.
I have drunk waaaay too many beers tonight and I have to wrap this up.
Beauty. I need to end this with Beauty. You are so beautiful. Please forgive me for my FF predelictions.
I dedicate the following glorious beauty to you, my lovely and glorious pets!
Mozart Piano Concerto #21. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2uYb6bMKyI
I plan to do a live blog, boozing and smoking soon after the New Year.
Sip.
The Bearded Ones.
(7)
Working on beer #13 at 0002. Sip.
Divertimento in D. Mozart. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=830LICRzWUk
I love the woman on the right. So Sexy! I imagine that she is four months pregnant and that it was my doing. My cumming! I have always loved cumming, especially in a woman. My several cummings in the mouths of Jewish faggots have always been disgusting. The bearded ones were especially disgusting. (Kootch just 'confronted me' as I typed this. I 'kissed her' remotely auditorially/visually.)
Sip.
Working on beer #13 at 0002. Sip.
Divertimento in D. Mozart. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=830LICRzWUk
I love the woman on the right. So Sexy! I imagine that she is four months pregnant and that it was my doing. My cumming! I have always loved cumming, especially in a woman. My several cummings in the mouths of Jewish faggots have always been disgusting. The bearded ones were especially disgusting. (Kootch just 'confronted me' as I typed this. I 'kissed her' remotely auditorially/visually.)
Sip.
Friday, November 22, 2013
My Early Sex.
(6)
Then I met my very first female 'sexual possibility:' Vivian Hudson. (Or posibly, Hutson). She was from Jacksonville (heh) Florida. She was my very first female pardner. We smootched and smootched! Then she returned to Jacksonville. I masturbated, dreaming of females. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I have always been 'heterosexual.'
The Jews who were stalking me 'arranged' to (tap) set me up with male homos. 'Hitch-hiking' was their 'modus-operandi.' I had a job as a 'pinsetter' at a North Charleston bowling center. I would often 'hitch-hike.' The Jews would occasionally arrange for faggots to pick me up. They would 'Talk me into sex' (tap) by subtly threatening me. I - totally innocent of human sexuality - would let those faggots suck my dick. I orgasamed in spite of the fact that it was disgusting. Those Jewish faggots swallowed my cum.
But it was Waaaaay toooo late for them to 'imprint me' in that regard. I was a masturbating heterosexual searching for 'first pussy!'
Meanwhile I jerked off under the covers every night, thinking of women.
The Jewish faggots who were stalking me were frustrated, and They would lose control over my sexual encounters after I left Charleston SC, and moved to Japan.
In Japan I was able to actually pay for sex with a woman.
And I did it many times.
And then along came Kootch.
Then I met my very first female 'sexual possibility:' Vivian Hudson. (Or posibly, Hutson). She was from Jacksonville (heh) Florida. She was my very first female pardner. We smootched and smootched! Then she returned to Jacksonville. I masturbated, dreaming of females. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I have always been 'heterosexual.'
The Jews who were stalking me 'arranged' to (tap) set me up with male homos. 'Hitch-hiking' was their 'modus-operandi.' I had a job as a 'pinsetter' at a North Charleston bowling center. I would often 'hitch-hike.' The Jews would occasionally arrange for faggots to pick me up. They would 'Talk me into sex' (tap) by subtly threatening me. I - totally innocent of human sexuality - would let those faggots suck my dick. I orgasamed in spite of the fact that it was disgusting. Those Jewish faggots swallowed my cum.
But it was Waaaaay toooo late for them to 'imprint me' in that regard. I was a masturbating heterosexual searching for 'first pussy!'
Meanwhile I jerked off under the covers every night, thinking of women.
The Jewish faggots who were stalking me were frustrated, and They would lose control over my sexual encounters after I left Charleston SC, and moved to Japan.
In Japan I was able to actually pay for sex with a woman.
And I did it many times.
And then along came Kootch.
My Glorious Sleeping Pill.
(5)
Buzzing gloriuously as I do the last sip of beer # (8). I am thinking about my missed opportunity to meet my 'Soul Mate.' Kootch is fine, and I have enjoyed my life with Kootch. But was there a better possibility?
Sipping on beer #11 at 2246. Sip.
Certainly there were worse possibilities. And indeed, given that I have been 'stalked' by the Jewish Tribe for virtually all my life, I am lucky. But I have always loved women:
After I was 'released' from the Catholic Orphanage in the early '50s I made contact with my 'long lost sisters.' Linda was three years younger. She was beautiful. I would have fucked Linda. But apparently mother had warned Linda that I might try to 'do it.' Linda responded to my 'advances' appropriately. Libby was much younger. I remember feeling her pussy through her nylon panties as she was sitting on my lap. Mother never noticed. I loved feeling her fat little pussy through her nylon panties. Libby never noticed what I was doing because I made it seem accidental. I never fucked Libby either.
I masturbated. Masturbation was my glorious sleeping pill. I would never have been able to resist raping my sisters if I had been circumcised.
Buzzing gloriuously as I do the last sip of beer # (8). I am thinking about my missed opportunity to meet my 'Soul Mate.' Kootch is fine, and I have enjoyed my life with Kootch. But was there a better possibility?
Sipping on beer #11 at 2246. Sip.
Certainly there were worse possibilities. And indeed, given that I have been 'stalked' by the Jewish Tribe for virtually all my life, I am lucky. But I have always loved women:
After I was 'released' from the Catholic Orphanage in the early '50s I made contact with my 'long lost sisters.' Linda was three years younger. She was beautiful. I would have fucked Linda. But apparently mother had warned Linda that I might try to 'do it.' Linda responded to my 'advances' appropriately. Libby was much younger. I remember feeling her pussy through her nylon panties as she was sitting on my lap. Mother never noticed. I loved feeling her fat little pussy through her nylon panties. Libby never noticed what I was doing because I made it seem accidental. I never fucked Libby either.
I masturbated. Masturbation was my glorious sleeping pill. I would never have been able to resist raping my sisters if I had been circumcised.
My Very First Fuck.
(4)
Imagine, if you can, that you are in high school. Tenth grade. You jerk off regularly (every night). You admire women from a distance because you never actually interact with the opposite sex. Your High School does not allow male and female students to 'interact.' Boys and girls take 'recess' in different places. Your 'understanding' of the opposite sex is therefore 'retarded.'
That was me back in 1952. I would watch the girls at recess from the second floor. I noticed 'panty lines' for the very first time. I loved panty lines! I longed to go down there and interact with those beautiful girls!
Only after I had flunked 12th grade would I be introduced to Anne Bellinger. We smootched and smootched!!! Glorious!
One day she mentioned that she 'had doubts' about us.
That was devastating.
I joined the USAF. We broke up.
I eventually found lots of pussy in Tokyo Japan.
I was devirginized by a Japanese woman who 'lost interest at the last moment.' Huh?
I was drunk. No Problem. I could always jerk off.
I rolled over, intending to sleep.
She changed her mind and requested sex.
I fucked her silly.
She refused to believe I was a virgin.
I never saw her again.
Imagine, if you can, that you are in high school. Tenth grade. You jerk off regularly (every night). You admire women from a distance because you never actually interact with the opposite sex. Your High School does not allow male and female students to 'interact.' Boys and girls take 'recess' in different places. Your 'understanding' of the opposite sex is therefore 'retarded.'
That was me back in 1952. I would watch the girls at recess from the second floor. I noticed 'panty lines' for the very first time. I loved panty lines! I longed to go down there and interact with those beautiful girls!
Only after I had flunked 12th grade would I be introduced to Anne Bellinger. We smootched and smootched!!! Glorious!
One day she mentioned that she 'had doubts' about us.
That was devastating.
I joined the USAF. We broke up.
I eventually found lots of pussy in Tokyo Japan.
I was devirginized by a Japanese woman who 'lost interest at the last moment.' Huh?
I was drunk. No Problem. I could always jerk off.
I rolled over, intending to sleep.
She changed her mind and requested sex.
I fucked her silly.
She refused to believe I was a virgin.
I never saw her again.
Ancient Memories.
(3)
Back with beer #8 at 2030. Sip. Buzzing outrageously. Back in my youth I should have responded to my girlfriend's 'observation,' 'You have beautiful hands' with, 'And you have beautiful titts. Shall we introduce them to each other?'
But I did not. It never occurred to me to be so... 'forward.'
I have forgotten my reaction to that obvious invitation, but it now seems clear that I missed my only opportunity to devirginize both of us. Such an opportunity would never come again. I should have felt her titts with my beautiful hand as I sucked her earlobe.
We broke up soon after that, as she went to college, and I joined the USAF. We never met again. I don't know what she did with my High School Ring, but I threw her ring into the Sumida River in Tokyo in 1956. Sip. It will be discovered someday by some future archiologist. What she did with my high school ring is unknown, and will probably never be known.
Sip.
I think she was Jewish, converted to Catholicism. Bellinger. Anne Bellinger. We were introduced and taken on our first date by a fellah name of (John?)Williman, whose name also sounds German/Jewish. Interestingly, we eventually had a very brief internet encounter where he told me he had a PHD in 'Mexi-Spanish,' and I told him that I hated Father Manning and hoped he had 'died a horrible death.'
Sip.
So much for ancient memories.
Back with beer #8 at 2030. Sip. Buzzing outrageously. Back in my youth I should have responded to my girlfriend's 'observation,' 'You have beautiful hands' with, 'And you have beautiful titts. Shall we introduce them to each other?'
But I did not. It never occurred to me to be so... 'forward.'
I have forgotten my reaction to that obvious invitation, but it now seems clear that I missed my only opportunity to devirginize both of us. Such an opportunity would never come again. I should have felt her titts with my beautiful hand as I sucked her earlobe.
We broke up soon after that, as she went to college, and I joined the USAF. We never met again. I don't know what she did with my High School Ring, but I threw her ring into the Sumida River in Tokyo in 1956. Sip. It will be discovered someday by some future archiologist. What she did with my high school ring is unknown, and will probably never be known.
Sip.
I think she was Jewish, converted to Catholicism. Bellinger. Anne Bellinger. We were introduced and taken on our first date by a fellah name of (John?)Williman, whose name also sounds German/Jewish. Interestingly, we eventually had a very brief internet encounter where he told me he had a PHD in 'Mexi-Spanish,' and I told him that I hated Father Manning and hoped he had 'died a horrible death.'
Sip.
So much for ancient memories.
Penile Horror Stories.
(2)
It's much easier to type with short fingernails, folks. Sipping on beer #5 at 1915. Sip. Buzzing beautifully. Sip. Yum! (Now what? I think we've covered everything and I still have 13 beers left after this one. Barf. Sip.)
Aha! Shall we reread last week? Yas we shall! Standby...
Listening to Mozart. I love #12. Lessee... Yep. One of my very best posts ever!
Sip. I've been smoothing up my newly cut angular fingernails with a nail file, and I like the result, especially in terms of typing accuracy. Toes next but not now... Off to the fridge for beer #6 at 1937...
Sip.
Mozart's last Piano Concerto was #27. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFE3HH-Ozik)
One of my favorites. So sad. Sip.
Was Mozart circumcised? Probably not.
Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 2001. Buzzing gloriously. Sip. As I listen to Mozart I'm reading Circumstitions:
(http://www.circumstitions.com/Resent.html)
Unbelievable. Sip.
It's much easier to type with short fingernails, folks. Sipping on beer #5 at 1915. Sip. Buzzing beautifully. Sip. Yum! (Now what? I think we've covered everything and I still have 13 beers left after this one. Barf. Sip.)
Aha! Shall we reread last week? Yas we shall! Standby...
Listening to Mozart. I love #12. Lessee... Yep. One of my very best posts ever!
Sip. I've been smoothing up my newly cut angular fingernails with a nail file, and I like the result, especially in terms of typing accuracy. Toes next but not now... Off to the fridge for beer #6 at 1937...
Sip.
Mozart's last Piano Concerto was #27. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFE3HH-Ozik)
One of my favorites. So sad. Sip.
Was Mozart circumcised? Probably not.
Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 2001. Buzzing gloriously. Sip. As I listen to Mozart I'm reading Circumstitions:
(http://www.circumstitions.com/Resent.html)
Unbelievable. Sip.
Penile Conspiracy Theory.
(1)
Signing in to Blogger at 1800 after a much needed nap. Sip... Oooooh. The weather's lookin' bad on Loveland Pass! Glad I'm down here and not up there. Sip. Fifty years since Kennedy was shot in Dallas, and I remember only that we were living 'on base' at Offutt AFB. I'm wondering... was Oswald circumcised? If so, I hereby posit another theory: he was suffering from 'Phantom Foreskin Syndrome.' Such a theory would explain a lot of Muslim terrorism, and Jews are not exactly 'saints' either, as my life experience demonstrates. Possibly, Jewish 'circumcision rage' is somewhat mitigated by the idea that their sexual mutilation is a signification of their 'Chosen People of God' status. (Mitigated, but far from eliminated.)
Sipping on beer #2 at 1829. Sip. (Never cut your fingernails while boozing. Sip.) Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1837. Sip. And while we're on the subject(s), I read somewhere long ago that Kennedy got himself circumcised as an adult for some reason. Is that true? Let's check... Yep. And he hated it. Check out this link:(https://www.google.com/#q=was+president+kennedy+circumcised)
(I don't have to read it to know why he hated it. Sip. All I have to do is 'skin it back,' then walk around for a few minutes.) Sip. It's difficult to believe he was so dumb... Check out this amazing link: The Tip of the Iceberg.
(http://www.circumstitions.com/Resent.html)
Notice the font change.
Signing in to Blogger at 1800 after a much needed nap. Sip... Oooooh. The weather's lookin' bad on Loveland Pass! Glad I'm down here and not up there. Sip. Fifty years since Kennedy was shot in Dallas, and I remember only that we were living 'on base' at Offutt AFB. I'm wondering... was Oswald circumcised? If so, I hereby posit another theory: he was suffering from 'Phantom Foreskin Syndrome.' Such a theory would explain a lot of Muslim terrorism, and Jews are not exactly 'saints' either, as my life experience demonstrates. Possibly, Jewish 'circumcision rage' is somewhat mitigated by the idea that their sexual mutilation is a signification of their 'Chosen People of God' status. (Mitigated, but far from eliminated.)
Sipping on beer #2 at 1829. Sip. (Never cut your fingernails while boozing. Sip.) Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1837. Sip. And while we're on the subject(s), I read somewhere long ago that Kennedy got himself circumcised as an adult for some reason. Is that true? Let's check... Yep. And he hated it. Check out this link:(https://www.google.com/#q=was+president+kennedy+circumcised)
(I don't have to read it to know why he hated it. Sip. All I have to do is 'skin it back,' then walk around for a few minutes.) Sip. It's difficult to believe he was so dumb... Check out this amazing link: The Tip of the Iceberg.
(http://www.circumstitions.com/Resent.html)
Notice the font change.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Yes.
Huh?
(7)
Sip. 'Awareness' is interesting: Notice the flood of visual information.
Now imagine that you do not exist.
What happens?
Nothing.
No time. No sensation.
No problem.
Zillions of years go by. You didn't notice.
Isn't that what happened?
Yes?
No?
Sip. 'Awareness' is interesting: Notice the flood of visual information.
Now imagine that you do not exist.
What happens?
Nothing.
No time. No sensation.
No problem.
Zillions of years go by. You didn't notice.
Isn't that what happened?
Yes?
No?
Exponential Cultural Evolution.
(6)
Cultural Evolution has recently become exponential as a result of modern technological evolution. Pope Francis is quite right to be concerned in this regard. The Catholic Homosexual Clergy needs to be dropped in favor of an heterosexual worldwide version.
Catholic Hierarchy needs to eschew homosexual methodology and embrace heterodoxy.
Priests can Marry. Nuns can marry. (They can marry each other!)
Women can be ordained as priests!
But the cultural shock will be significant.
Here is my proposed solution:
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Do it ASAP.
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Cultural Evolution has recently become exponential as a result of modern technological evolution. Pope Francis is quite right to be concerned in this regard. The Catholic Homosexual Clergy needs to be dropped in favor of an heterosexual worldwide version.
Catholic Hierarchy needs to eschew homosexual methodology and embrace heterodoxy.
Priests can Marry. Nuns can marry. (They can marry each other!)
Women can be ordained as priests!
But the cultural shock will be significant.
Here is my proposed solution:
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Do it ASAP.
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End of The Homosexual Clergy.
(5)
Back from the fridge with beer #? at 2110. Sip. Buzzing moderately. Sip. I noticed Lawrence Odonnell on MSNBC doing an interview with a Catholic cleric. I'm recording it on TiVo. Should be interesting.
Indeed, the entire Catholic Homosexual Clergy has suddenly found itself 'persona non accepta' in a modern culture which recently accepted that homosexuality is a natural state. The obverse has become obvious!
Pope Francis is quite right in being concerned about recent supersonic cultural evolution. I think he is aiming in the direction of an heterosexual clergy which is perfectly at home with modern science. Clerics can fuck!
I remember my early teen years at the mercy of merciless nuns who prescribed so much 'writing punishment' that my handwriting eventually disappeared in favor of block lettering.
Those 'sisters' didn't love me; they hated me.
I hated them back.
Back from the fridge with beer #? at 2110. Sip. Buzzing moderately. Sip. I noticed Lawrence Odonnell on MSNBC doing an interview with a Catholic cleric. I'm recording it on TiVo. Should be interesting.
Indeed, the entire Catholic Homosexual Clergy has suddenly found itself 'persona non accepta' in a modern culture which recently accepted that homosexuality is a natural state. The obverse has become obvious!
Pope Francis is quite right in being concerned about recent supersonic cultural evolution. I think he is aiming in the direction of an heterosexual clergy which is perfectly at home with modern science. Clerics can fuck!
I remember my early teen years at the mercy of merciless nuns who prescribed so much 'writing punishment' that my handwriting eventually disappeared in favor of block lettering.
Those 'sisters' didn't love me; they hated me.
I hated them back.
The Silk Road. Should You Buy LSD?
(4)
What is The Silk Road? (https://www.google.com/#q=the+silk+road+drugs)
This 'underground web site' was on the national news recently, and I got the impression that I might be able to buy 'actual' LSD via that site! Alright!
And so, my lovely and glorious pets, I offer that information to you. I have done LSD on many occasions and I recommend it highly. But be careful...
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I would never do LSD in my current 'environment.' Booze, yes; Marijuana, yes; LSD, no. Why? Because when you do LSD you need a good 'setting.' That is, you need to be in a secure place with people you love and who love you. Family is best. Do LSD with your wife. Do LSD with your children. Do LSD with your neighbors. Never do LSD alone. Why?
Because LSD is a harsh teacher. You can learn a lot. But you can also suffer. Never do LSD, for example, with your psychiatrist. Especially if he's Jewish.
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And 'set' is also a primary consideration. You need to be in average mental health. Little is known about how LSD affects various mental patients, but the current thinking is that mental patients will be adversely affected by LSD.
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The upside for average people is that the LSD experience will be such an astonishing drug encounter as to 'change lives.' But if you are an average person who wants to remain where you are, you should not do LSD.
What is The Silk Road? (https://www.google.com/#q=the+silk+road+drugs)
This 'underground web site' was on the national news recently, and I got the impression that I might be able to buy 'actual' LSD via that site! Alright!
And so, my lovely and glorious pets, I offer that information to you. I have done LSD on many occasions and I recommend it highly. But be careful...
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I would never do LSD in my current 'environment.' Booze, yes; Marijuana, yes; LSD, no. Why? Because when you do LSD you need a good 'setting.' That is, you need to be in a secure place with people you love and who love you. Family is best. Do LSD with your wife. Do LSD with your children. Do LSD with your neighbors. Never do LSD alone. Why?
Because LSD is a harsh teacher. You can learn a lot. But you can also suffer. Never do LSD, for example, with your psychiatrist. Especially if he's Jewish.
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And 'set' is also a primary consideration. You need to be in average mental health. Little is known about how LSD affects various mental patients, but the current thinking is that mental patients will be adversely affected by LSD.
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The upside for average people is that the LSD experience will be such an astonishing drug encounter as to 'change lives.' But if you are an average person who wants to remain where you are, you should not do LSD.
Philippine Tears.
(3)
Back with beer #5 at 1833. Sip. CNN has just 'reminded me' that there has been a disasterous hurricane in the Philippines. I will, of course, do my symbolic duty, and mail a 50 dollar check to the American Red Cross marked, 'for the Philippines.' (https://www.google.com/#q=american+red+cross)
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Now what? Sip.
I love the fact that the Enightened State of Colorado has decriminalized Marijuana, thereby separating Marijuana from the illegal drug trade. This means that when you contact your Ganja supplier, he will probably not try to sell you other stuff like Crack Cocaine and Oxycodone.
('They' have pretty much destroyed the Blogger Editor, making blog posts more difficult, given my 'personal style.' I adjust.
Sip. This new 'development' allows no typing error. I will do 'the work-around' as usual. Sip. But there is a 'learning curve.' Sip.)
It is difficult enough to write this stuff while boozing (faint boom).
But I manage.
Sip.
Back with beer #5 at 1833. Sip. CNN has just 'reminded me' that there has been a disasterous hurricane in the Philippines. I will, of course, do my symbolic duty, and mail a 50 dollar check to the American Red Cross marked, 'for the Philippines.' (https://www.google.com/#q=american+red+cross)
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Now what? Sip.
I love the fact that the Enightened State of Colorado has decriminalized Marijuana, thereby separating Marijuana from the illegal drug trade. This means that when you contact your Ganja supplier, he will probably not try to sell you other stuff like Crack Cocaine and Oxycodone.
('They' have pretty much destroyed the Blogger Editor, making blog posts more difficult, given my 'personal style.' I adjust.
Sip. This new 'development' allows no typing error. I will do 'the work-around' as usual. Sip. But there is a 'learning curve.' Sip.)
It is difficult enough to write this stuff while boozing (faint boom).
But I manage.
Sip.
I Report. Maybe.
(2)
Sipping on beer #4 at 1802. Sip. 14 beers left. Heh. Naturally I will go out and buy some legal Marijuana in early January after I recover from my last blogging session of 2013. And naturally I will drink about three beers before taking one toke of Ganja while blogging live and perhaps reporting the results... perhaps.
That's the plan, anyway. Sip. Booze and Ganja go well together as I recall, but you can easily overdo it if you don't watch out. And I'm used to 'weak ganja' raised in constant 24-hour light (no 'buds'). So the plan is to do three NLs and one toke, then 'report if possible; otherwise fall off my chair and throw up.'
Should be interesting.
The next blog report will be Ganja alone, no beer.
We'll see where it goes from there...
I'd love to do a blog session after dropping a hundred micrograms of LSD.
Sipping on beer #4 at 1802. Sip. 14 beers left. Heh. Naturally I will go out and buy some legal Marijuana in early January after I recover from my last blogging session of 2013. And naturally I will drink about three beers before taking one toke of Ganja while blogging live and perhaps reporting the results... perhaps.
That's the plan, anyway. Sip. Booze and Ganja go well together as I recall, but you can easily overdo it if you don't watch out. And I'm used to 'weak ganja' raised in constant 24-hour light (no 'buds'). So the plan is to do three NLs and one toke, then 'report if possible; otherwise fall off my chair and throw up.'
Should be interesting.
The next blog report will be Ganja alone, no beer.
We'll see where it goes from there...
I'd love to do a blog session after dropping a hundred micrograms of LSD.
Mother Earth? Father Sun?
(1)
First sip of NL at 1632. Sip. I'm either a bit late or a bit early, today being Wednesday. Sip. Before my nap (1315-1500) I was listening to Mozart piano Conterto #12 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rN7P0VL6b8) and browsing APOD (http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap131105.html). APOD and Mozart go quite well together! I was amazed to discover that 'Earthlike planets' are very common on our galaxy, and that ET might well be only 12 light years away. Sip. Back with beer #2 at 1651, buzzing slightly. Time to reread last session... Yep. Always more fun to reread boozed writing, boozing. Drunks understand one another.
Kootch just waved and said, 'Goodnight.' Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1712. But this is going too fast. I need to finish post #1 before starting beer #3. Sniff.
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Early Pain Changes the Brain. (http://www.circumstitions.com/Pain.html#murphy)
This suggests that 'phantom foreskin syndrome' is real. Sip.
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Oops. I just started beer #3. Sip.
We all want to change The World.
(http://marijuana-uses.com/we-all-want-to-change-the-world-drugs-politics-and-spirituality-by-mark-hertsgaard/)
This is good reading for us lucky folks in Colorado who will be able to buy Legal Marijuana on January first!!! Now, if we can only get LSD off of 'Schedule One' (huge blast of Face Rad at 1731 - six sneezes in two minutes - tears , nose dripping... huge amounts of mucus... the usual stuff). It is only my personal opinion (and the opinion of many others, I think) that our obsolete mythologies are destined to be destroyed and replaced by (1) Science and the resulting technology; and (2) Legalization of Marijuana and LSD.
So, the question arises: What new Mythologies await us?
First sip of NL at 1632. Sip. I'm either a bit late or a bit early, today being Wednesday. Sip. Before my nap (1315-1500) I was listening to Mozart piano Conterto #12 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rN7P0VL6b8) and browsing APOD (http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap131105.html). APOD and Mozart go quite well together! I was amazed to discover that 'Earthlike planets' are very common on our galaxy, and that ET might well be only 12 light years away. Sip. Back with beer #2 at 1651, buzzing slightly. Time to reread last session... Yep. Always more fun to reread boozed writing, boozing. Drunks understand one another.
Kootch just waved and said, 'Goodnight.' Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1712. But this is going too fast. I need to finish post #1 before starting beer #3. Sniff.
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Early Pain Changes the Brain. (http://www.circumstitions.com/Pain.html#murphy)
This suggests that 'phantom foreskin syndrome' is real. Sip.
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Oops. I just started beer #3. Sip.
We all want to change The World.
(http://marijuana-uses.com/we-all-want-to-change-the-world-drugs-politics-and-spirituality-by-mark-hertsgaard/)
This is good reading for us lucky folks in Colorado who will be able to buy Legal Marijuana on January first!!! Now, if we can only get LSD off of 'Schedule One' (huge blast of Face Rad at 1731 - six sneezes in two minutes - tears , nose dripping... huge amounts of mucus... the usual stuff). It is only my personal opinion (and the opinion of many others, I think) that our obsolete mythologies are destined to be destroyed and replaced by (1) Science and the resulting technology; and (2) Legalization of Marijuana and LSD.
So, the question arises: What new Mythologies await us?
Monday, November 04, 2013
Nighty night.
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Well folks, after these recent 'link purturbations' I have lost interest in these proceedings and have decided to terminate Beer Night in favor of food and some excellent TV.
Nighty night!
Well folks, after these recent 'link purturbations' I have lost interest in these proceedings and have decided to terminate Beer Night in favor of food and some excellent TV.
Nighty night!
From Surreal to Beautiful.
(2)
End of beer #3... Back with beer #4 at 1940. Sip. Does this blog seem to be a bit 'surreal' to you? Do you wonder about my sanity? Why don't I call the police!? Why don't I get a lawyer and sue!? Why don't I move out!?
Well, if so, we agree. Surreal. My life is 'surreal.' (But I have fun anyway.)
And I have tried all of the above. True, not recently, but I 'learned my lesson' in each of those scenerios, and I am now 'conditioned' (faint boom). And what's a little PTSD to an old hand like me? Right? Right (tap above). Sip.
I am the reluctant teacher of unruly students.
Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 2002. I intercepted Kootch as she headed to the potty unaware of my approach, and I slapped her on the butt. Morgan Freeman is doing 'Our Origin Story' on the Science Channel's 'Beyond the Wormhole.' My guess is that the Bible will be mentioned only briefly if at all. Sip. I am recording it on TiVo. Sip.
I'm in the mood for some music. This will take a while...
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Arabella Steinbacher - Beethoven Violin Concerto.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvrPGO7ja3k
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And I just discovered that The Brick Testament has gone totally commercial on us. You have to buy it if you want to read it.
However, The Skeptic's Annotated Bible appears to still be with us online.(http://skepticsannotatedbible.com/gen/1.html)
End of beer #3... Back with beer #4 at 1940. Sip. Does this blog seem to be a bit 'surreal' to you? Do you wonder about my sanity? Why don't I call the police!? Why don't I get a lawyer and sue!? Why don't I move out!?
Well, if so, we agree. Surreal. My life is 'surreal.' (But I have fun anyway.)
And I have tried all of the above. True, not recently, but I 'learned my lesson' in each of those scenerios, and I am now 'conditioned' (faint boom). And what's a little PTSD to an old hand like me? Right? Right (tap above). Sip.
I am the reluctant teacher of unruly students.
Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 2002. I intercepted Kootch as she headed to the potty unaware of my approach, and I slapped her on the butt. Morgan Freeman is doing 'Our Origin Story' on the Science Channel's 'Beyond the Wormhole.' My guess is that the Bible will be mentioned only briefly if at all. Sip. I am recording it on TiVo. Sip.
I'm in the mood for some music. This will take a while...
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Arabella Steinbacher - Beethoven Violin Concerto.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvrPGO7ja3k
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And I just discovered that The Brick Testament has gone totally commercial on us. You have to buy it if you want to read it.
However, The Skeptic's Annotated Bible appears to still be with us online.(http://skepticsannotatedbible.com/gen/1.html)
Sudden Attack by Microwave Cannons.
(1)
Sipping on beer #1 at 1841! This is a bit late for me, but I needed a nap this afternoon after a night of electromagnetic horror. Isn't Halloween over?! Sip. That electromagnetic stuff is compliments of the stalker Gerash and his, umm, 'helpers.' Last Thursday night was also 'horrifying,' and I didn't feel ready to do my usual booze'n blog thingee, so I skipped it. (Today is Monday - Kootch will stay home tomorrow until I 'recover' enough to get out of bed.) Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1857. Sip. Time to reread last week... Yes, easy reading when I'm buzzing.
Gerash did not 'take me up' on last week's blog offer, so there will be no 'brown plate specials' in the forseeable future, and I will not have trouble explaining my sudden increase in wealth to the IRS.
End of beer #2 at 1913. (Huge blast of 'face rad just as I was about to head for the fridge... 3 sneezes so far in quick (now 4 sneezes) succession - nose dripping... I lick up the salty liquid... eyes watering... face rad seems to have stopped now... but nose still dripping... Nose blow clears out huge quantities of watery mucus... off to the fridge at 1918... and back with beer #3 at 1920. Sip. No more face rad. Slight residual swelling is the L nasal mucosa at 1921. Sip. Summary: '4 sneezes in about 2 minutes. Tear and mucus flows. Residual swelling L nasal mucosa.'
Now what?
Sipping on beer #1 at 1841! This is a bit late for me, but I needed a nap this afternoon after a night of electromagnetic horror. Isn't Halloween over?! Sip. That electromagnetic stuff is compliments of the stalker Gerash and his, umm, 'helpers.' Last Thursday night was also 'horrifying,' and I didn't feel ready to do my usual booze'n blog thingee, so I skipped it. (Today is Monday - Kootch will stay home tomorrow until I 'recover' enough to get out of bed.) Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1857. Sip. Time to reread last week... Yes, easy reading when I'm buzzing.
Gerash did not 'take me up' on last week's blog offer, so there will be no 'brown plate specials' in the forseeable future, and I will not have trouble explaining my sudden increase in wealth to the IRS.
End of beer #2 at 1913. (Huge blast of 'face rad just as I was about to head for the fridge... 3 sneezes so far in quick (now 4 sneezes) succession - nose dripping... I lick up the salty liquid... eyes watering... face rad seems to have stopped now... but nose still dripping... Nose blow clears out huge quantities of watery mucus... off to the fridge at 1918... and back with beer #3 at 1920. Sip. No more face rad. Slight residual swelling is the L nasal mucosa at 1921. Sip. Summary: '4 sneezes in about 2 minutes. Tear and mucus flows. Residual swelling L nasal mucosa.'
Now what?
