Red Light cameras

Let me sum up the article for you since I know you never (and when I say you I mean I) past the first two paragraphs.  

"some of the contracts (in regards to the companies who run the actual red light machines) written by the companies themselves and later signed by municipal governments, requires each camera record a certain number of red-light runners every year AND for police departments to issue a minimum number of tickets."

Intersections less safe (Touch Me) and the need to force people into traffic violation situations is why I support more cameras at intersections.  And everywhere.  

(Touch Me)

Oh Tuesday

Trying to integrate some things over to over things and learning how much that some places online (starts with a F ends with a acebook) like to make things so exorbitantly difficult to handle.  I will not be defeated just apparently distracted for a while longer.  So, in the meanwhile, www.whackbatmedia.com is looking pretty fancy and will continue to expand in the days and weeks a coming.  And it will have a facebook page too if I die trying (or kill a programmer or two).  So in the meanwhile, lets talk about the NBA.


Oh, NBA.  What an insanely absurd predicament you find yourselves in.  You are not the NFL.  Losing 1 game out of 16 is way more impending doom nature than a month or two of an 82 game season that no one watches until January.  That is not good for you.  A kind reminder of how second fiddle sounds.  But you were moving out of that spotlight at the of the season last year.  People were coming around to your side.  Hell, you have a dozen of the top 25 most recognizable athletes in the US of A and are set to surpass soccer as the number one watched (maybe played, not sure. stole that data from someone) in the world.  Yet, you somehow decided that making a big fuss about a new bargaining agreement took presidence over working on a gateway deal to get you through these next two or three lean years and see how things are going to fall when we reach the other side of that magical technological field.  I mean, you guys are aware that in 5 years, 10 years, nothing you see now will be the same.  Sacramento is going to raise enough money to fund a new stadium and keep their Kings in town but what will that stadium look like?  I haven't heard anyone say a thing about how futuristic and next step the design is going to be.  Maybe it will be next year or in two years but that is not good enough anymore.  What is your fan experience?  The one that you plan on unveiling that has a fan experience that surpasses their living room couch and big screen.  Oh, you've got nothing for that.  Exactly.  Baseball might always be played and boxing might always take place but there are heights neither will ever see again.  NBA, looks like it is time to fall in line.

Making an Apperance

Why don't you stop by and see me and my other businesses (other being other than the business of being me) at the Kaufman Scarecrow Festival.  Oh yeah, going to K-town to visit the peoples.  And try to make a few dollars so visit and buy.  

I hate an uncomfy couch

“I don’t think so but if you want to…”

She did.  She fell.  No way anyone was going to make it across that mini lake in the parking lot after the rain in a dress that tight.  Logistics.  Earths’ energy.  Now I’ve got to figure out how to not get my car wet from this dripping girl trying to get in.  How much guff would I get for leaving her behind.  Give her some cab money.  My seats are still so new.

I see the remote.  I am aware it is certainly not underneath me but it feels it. My back feels it.  Stabbing me in the sixth vertebrae.  This couch is terrible.  I would like to avoid sleeping here again.  I’d have to do yoga for a week for every night here.  Withering up like a liquid drained flower. 

No breakfast.  No coffee.  Vanessa has ghosted on me before I could drag myself out of my sleepless night.  We need a trip to the grocery store.  Pop tarts.  Strawberry with icing.  Why icing, why?  How does anyone still have teeth?  Not as bad as three sweet teas a day but I can’t imagine enamel appreciating either.  Dentures don’t sound too bad.

“Can we call this a new day?”

“I’ve got a date.”

“You didn’t tell me.  Just give me a few minutes to get ready.”

“Not you,” Vanessa says.  She seems to mean it.  At least she will look good.  Maybe we can skype later.  I only need the highlights.  Especially if it is not until the morning before she comes home.  Our home.

“We are still together?”  The walls don’t answer.

A week.  Two weeks.  Still home alone.  Have been eating peanut butter sandwiches for three days.  Ran out of jelly.  Someone needs to go to the store.

“Are you still alive?” My mom asks when she calls to check on my attendance for Halloween dinner.  We always celebrate in our own ways. 

“Of course,” I’ll be there.  Free food. 

Halloween left overs make it a week.  Vanessa’s been gone for a month.  No clean dishes.  I need to find someone for that.  Craigslist.

Blow job and a clean house.   All for two joints and some coke to go (some here for the speed of cleaning).  It is amazing how great Craigslist can be.  And got a new couch for delivery.  Rather not sleep in our bed.  It’s your smell.  It is hard to sleep smelling when my cock gets all hard.  It’s Pavlov.  I’m nothing more deep than a dog.  Heavy dose of reality.

A little whips and feathers.  A feast of roast, mac and cheese, and Hawaiian bread.  All that from a mute girl.  No conversation.  Just weird moans.  I tip.  She tried  to pretend to be offended.  Those with handicaps know when not to question a gift.  No one ever wants to buy them flowers.  Heart shaped boxes.  

There's nets on them there buildings

Seems as though not many people are aware of this story so...some factories in China,including the Foxconn building that makes all of our wonderful Apple toys, had to install nettings around the buildings in order to catch any potential suicidal workers before they smashed down to the ground.

I don't think those are factory installs (Touch Me)

That's a really old pot

Blombos- Scientists have uncovered two ancient tool kits they believe to be as old as 165,000 years.  No reason to think I can tell you anything better than reading the article.  Just remember the wall paintings in France are somewhere around 65,000 years old.  That's as old as art creations of this kind go.  Until now apparently.

(Touch Me)

The week that we just got rid of

And oh what a week it was.  Turns out, the biggest thorn in our sides over there in the middle east has a super trooper group of soldiers that they train to be one of the baddest groups on the planet only when the chips are down and they make a play, they turn to a drunkard stoner in Texas to hire Mexican drug cartel hitmen to take out a Saudi diplomat hanging out in DC (Touch Me).  What the...?  No question stranger things have happened, certainly when it comes to family ties (not the Michel P Keaton kind), but man, if this is what we are up against in the rest of the world, hell, maybe it can be USA! USA! for a few more years.  Hitting the jackpot as being the arresting government agency on this grand caper, the ATF can breathe a sigh of relief for the moment while this overshadows their other, less successful, work under the Fast and Furious program (Touch Me) which is now coming to a courtroom near you.  This program put guns into the hands of the cartels, yes those shooting up the streets along the border, in an effort to try and track the guns and make arrests to those in possession.  Sounds like a great plan but some reason, didn't work out so well.  I guess we can't be perfectly competent all the time.  It would just be nice to be competent just once or at least not be so incompetent as to use pirated software to fly our killing machines around (Touch Me).