Its all happening

So, it has been a cantakerous day on the world wide.  The DOJ decided this morning (Touch Me) to take down and out megaupload.com.  The site and the creators.  No warning.  No, hey, take this down.  Just go directly to jail.  Well...(Touch Me).  Whats good for the goose seems appropriate here.  I put my full one person support behind Annoymous.  I'm not even sure if the other guys even know what the internet is (Touch Me).

leave us alone already

It is not even safe to keep Kleenex (tissues for those who do not want to use the brand name label that has taken over the lexicon) around the house anymore (Touch Me). I never remember if it is Bed Bath and other things or the other place I do not even know the name of that I get my smell good air fresheners from but if it is Bed Bath, even after this radioactive thing, I would still go there.  I am a man.  I have too many ways to smell up a house if I do not hide it behind the sweet smell of cinammon.
The LA Times says hold your horses on thinking we are past old diseases like tuberculosis (Touch Me).  What is old is new again.  We should probably start getting used to all kinds of diseases becoming drug-resistent because just as we evolve, so does our body attackers.  You don't think they would just sit around and rest on their laurels do you?
Some of the most popular sites of the world wide are down today protesting the governments uneducated interference with the wonders of the web (Link blocked in observance).  We all could rant and rave about the damage that will be done when the government finally gets around to regulating the internet but lets always remember that it is our decisions that will push the internet down the hole of corporations to never be seen from again.  I just hope my friends for the resistance get their satelites up and running so that maybe there will be hope that I can see every kind of porn ever created for my viewing pleasure.  I do not like it all but I live life a little better knowing that everything is an option.  I like to create my own sensibilities thank you very much.

There is a video to that

Somewhere out there exists two video tapes of incidents in which I never volunteer to participate in but still did them with fervor and zeal.  One, from many moons ago, was a little school special my classmates and I performed in the town square for our anti-drug week initiation.  The lessons took as you well know.  I still have the red ribbon we were given around here somewhere I'm sure.  I bet running around downtown with that on wouldn't bring me any type of confrontations at all.  This tape is somewhere out there in the ethos I'm certain but it still has not surfaced so I'm thinking it might never will.  The more recent event took place this last weekend and I am sure that unlike when the first thing happened back in the 80's, this one is easily uploadable to the work wide.  I will not go into full detail here, if the video finds it way to youtube I will not tell you where it is, but I can that I have now auditioned for a reality show with a skill that I only pull out every ten years but the last time I did it was in the rain and lead to a fantastic rest of the night so maybe I should do it more.  But my audition was judged as a no which disappoints me.  I thought maybe I did think I could dan...Anyway, watch the video and judge for yourself.  If you can find it suckers.  Happy Monday to all!

where have all the good cars gone

Tossing out a story for your pleasure.  If you like it and want more, send me a message and I'll send it over.

  

BMW.  Mercedes.  Cadillac El Dorado.  Luxury cars.  Perfect targets for the perfect plan.  People with such cars buy up lots of insurance then go drinking at bars and that’s why I am back here lurking.  Waiting.    Knowing that it only takes one sucker to hit me then bang!  Nothing more than some bumps and bruises to get me into a better financial bracket.  Go ahead and write that insurance check out to me.  Risk/reward I’m willing to take.

“Hey,” a female voice calls out from somewhere behind me, further back in the darkness of the parking lot, “yeah you, hey.”  I turn to welcome a group of girls, lead by the loud one out front.  “You got a light?”

I glance over towards the front door of the bar.  Check to make sure I do not miss an exiting opportunity.  All clear.  I pull out my lighter and set flames to four Virginia Slims. 

“Are you back here getting high too?”  The question sends the gals into fits of laughter.  The giggles make me realize how much this visit could interfere with my evening’s goal.  I try to sneak away from the pack.  The loud girl, the one out front, grabs me by the arm.  Stares into my eyes.

“Are you getting high, man?”  The serious tone in her voice silences her friends cackling.  I readjust my own demeanor.  Afraid I’ve been caught in the act.  They have the numbers on me but I’m pretty sure if I move quickly, I can out speed them.  Back in my car.  Never come back to this place again.  The girl can only hold it in for so long.  She dies laughing.  Her friends join along. 

“You caught me girls,” I smile along, “but I caught you too.”  We all laugh together then return to the bar, arm in arm.  If I am not going to be successful getting run down by a car for some insurance money then I might as well have a few good moments with some pretty ladies.  Girls that do drugs.  After I succeed with my plot, I might just need something extra to take the pain away.

“So…what’s your story,” the leader of group, I have learned that her name is Andrea, asks me.  We are all a few shots more inebriated; one round bought by each person in our party, another by a couple of guys at the bar.  I got mine included by hiding under a wig one of the girls had stored in her purse, “always got to have a back up” she explained.  It comes in handy again when the guys tried to join us at our table ending the visit feeling like a man feels flipping to the back of the Observer and falling in love with someone before realizing he turned to the tranny listings. 

“Story?  Oh, I don’t really have one.”

“Everyone’s got one.  Except pedo’s and serial killers.  Which one are you?”

“Well I guess maybe you will have to find out.”  As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize the implications by my smooth talk.  “I mean, not find out.  I guess you wouldn’t really ever find out if I was a pedophile, you know,” I stutter, “since you are a woman and don’t fit into that category.”

“Are you calling me old?”  I am lost for words.  “I’m kidding,” she says, “I get what you are saying but maybe you should stop trying to say it and tell me something else.  How about what was your favorite shirt when you were eleven?”

My Texas Rangers jersey with Mcdowell stitched into the back of course.  We talk for a while longer.  Continue to drink.  Long enough for Andrea to be comfortable coming home with me and me being comfortable enough allowing it.  

Well that's a good enough reason I guess

Palm Beach (in the worst state in the world)- Some guest of a fancy pants restaurant in the armpit of everywhere, Florida, decided he wanted the check until he didn't want the check anymore in which case he decided that he did not want the check so much, it was enough to break the waiters finger.  Or two.  Good enough reason you ask.  Good enough for that waiter to sue the crap out of said gentleman because this is the ideal situation for a court to award a million dollar settlement and I wouldn't say a word.  Certainly a better reason than hot coffee to the lap at least.

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Giant mess of dark matter

Austin- Scientists have created the largest scale rendering of dark matter across the universe, revealing a picture of the invisible stuff thought to represent 98 percent of all matter in the universe.

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I got an idea

Thinking about starting another blog so I will.  Been going through lots of old records and seeing some of the most beautiful, wonderful, scary, creepy, and all around weird images I ever did see.  So, it's old inappropriate record covers blog (which will have a better name) and it starts this week so look out team.  Now I've got two things to procrastinate on and not do. Here's a preview.

Buck Owens-Live at the Nugget: As ppulido points on rateyourmusic.com, Buck only plays six of the songs on the album but the whole shebang ends with Johnny B Goode so it's fine by me.  The weirdness level is fair but tempered by the fact that the Nugget, John Ascuaga's Nugget to be exact, most certainly had easy access to an elephant whose loyalty and affection need only to be bought by a bag of peanuts and a scotch.  Buck looks slightly terrified as he hangs on for dear life on the girdle around Bertha's head but he's putting on a lovely fake smile that warms the heart.  Random Rating: 4.3 which is a 3.8 with an added bump for the Billy Brown boots Buck is sporting.  Hell, maybe Billy even stole them.  Who is to say.