Wii Band

And then

we go

into a tunnel.

>>Wii band<<

snake, snake

snake, snake

excite.

excite.

Buh. Uhzzzzzzzz.

This is the book

it's a poem of stories

>We are Wii and we will rock you<

You come out on the other side

to find yourself

in another random story that has an

enviro-bent feel to it.

"We hired the band Wii for our office party, yeah, it was totally strange, but cool! No. It was really cool, I'm just now remembering..."

...hiccup in time...

"We thought they were just called Wii, but they actually played the Wii hooked up to amps. We were thinking, what the fuck!? We hired these people to play a video game?! No wait. It was right when Ermine was griping to me about the purchase of disposable salt and pepper grinders for the employee kitchen. She was saying, 'Nick, you know we could buy salt and pepper grinders and then fill them with bulk sea salt and peppercorns. You can't even REUSE these grinders! I just don't understand why someone would buy these! Nick?'

"Yeah?"

"Are you with me on this? Why do you think someone in this office would buy these?"

"Because someone made them for someone to buy?"

"Yes. Exactly. Where's the responsibility?! Where does it end?! These grinders, useless as they will be when they are empty will be with us forever!"

"Oh god! Where was I? Did I really go into all that? Anyways, it was right after all that Ermine noise that the band walked in with a bunch of cases that looked like instruments and amps. Oh man! No--Manny knew! That bastard! He let us nearly wet our pants! It's fear, I swear! Fear of being uncool. But who was to know that this band playing "instruments" from a video game would create a sound so sonic, synthetic, and pure?"

"Hmmmm. I'm going to have to check out one of their shows sometime."

"You absolutely must!"

"I'm going to talk to Ermine. See you later, Nick."

"Bye, Charlie! Where was I...."

Charlie left Nick to go on and on about whatever to the other employees that had gathered around and found Ermine in the office supply room.

"Hey, Ermine."

"Hey, Charlie."

"So I heard that band was pretty cool, eh?"

"Oh yeah, they were great! Amazing performance!"

"How? I mean, what was so spectacular?"

"Well, they had the full band Hero set-up and two DJ Hero decks----Hey, did you buy those disposable salt and pepper grinders for the employee kitchen?"

"No, but I know about them. Nick told me."

"It's irresponsible! How can we teach the manufacturers to not make this shit?! By not buying it! Jeez!"

"Ok, ok, calm down. You were telling me about the band."

Shaking off the disgust, she quickly switches back to her excitement of the office party band.

"Oh yes! I guess they had downloaded or recorded or maybe they created their own game, I don't know, but they had interesting music and sounds that they recorded and I guess put the game on the freestyle option and just jammed! I'm still unsure how they do it, but it was their own music, well, their own patchwork of obscure samples and found sounds."

She went back into her memory of the night and became animated as she found the words.

"The stage performance! Too cool! The coolest! Their dress was robotic like, but in metallic rainbow colors. And wigs! Oh, the wigs on the girl Wii D.J. and Wii guitarist reminded me of Michelle Meyrink in Real Genius, but more severe, and of course in colors of pink and blue. The singing was real avante garde--many sounds--like they were deaf mutes or cave people or babies, but with an authoritative and important urgency. I liked the hiccup song--real pop-y. I know everyone wants pop so bad, and I don't blame them. It feels good. It's funny that pop means something different now than just Popular music. It seems to relate more to the feeling of poppiness. Anyway, we were pleased with our decision to hire them and we invited them to party with us when their set was over. Real cool unusual group. You should've been there, Charlie!"

"I know! I tried, but I slipped down this tunnel and....."

Here we go again....

snake, snake

snake, snake

excite.

excite.

Fuh. Uhzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Stuck in the fuzz and buzz of static until the next story...

home movie

Merry X is for Xylophone!!

O-Ovah

Over and

crimson clover

crimson and clover

over and over

I can't imagine

what this song

must have sounded

like in 1968

It blows my

mind in 2009

Waste of Our Time [in editing]

[I am immediately putting this story, comment, post--whatever it is--in editing, cuz I see where I've quit or lost focus. I could add more about the singers. The title could reflect energy/singers. There could be one special singer that actively plays with her vocals to excite energy, like growling, singing from the belly vs. the throat, echoing the sound from the vocal chords off her cavernous mouth.. I don't know, I'm working on it, but I post it anyway to show that even though I'm underemployed, I am working--sort of.]

And scene....

A man walks into a theatre where a lone speaker is in the middle of his presentation behind a podium on the stage. In the seats, the audience represents a nucleus of serious people listening raptly centered in a wavy blob of wary individuals.

"...Energy Levels.

Singers.

Sound for energy.

Intricate harmonies producing sound.

Sure we can produce sound other ways: Banging on a drum, Car crash against a brick wall, hair spray can blowing up in a bon fire.

But why try to eliminate the human element?

Granted, humans do make a lot of waste. Each potential employee generates approximately 156 kg of waste quarterly. And yes, that is on their own time, but I don't want that responsibility on my conscience.

Every where we go we hear about going green or environmental awareness. I support this endeavor for the planet as a whole. I believe in interconnectivity and interdependence. Which brings me to why I am here. My company, Human Energy, has been in the energy business for 20 years and have expanded to something quite unique. How environmentally stable does energy from song sound? Pun intended and I apologize for it.

[A quick sputtering machine gun laughter decrescendos into muffled fairy laughs, then silence.]

Investors, you want to know the overhead. How much is one paid to sing? Will there be part-time gigs only? We have full-time singers that are the so-called work humans and then we have open rotating spots for part-timers. We have some employees that just sing some energy on their lunch break! Of course there are qualifications which determine salary. The qualifications are straight forward. How much energy can one produce? Each singer is entitled to a percentage of the energy revenue that each singer creates. Plus, each employee has a sliding scale, according to energy input, stake in Human Energy. What type of singers/employees do we employ? Perfect pitch is great, but we need those who understand harmonics as well. In our tests of output so far, we have noticed that a distinct assemblage of harmonics will produce the most quality energy. We are still improvising and expanding the benefits of constructive and deconstructive sound waves. We have found that some singers produce more energy and have adopted measures to protect these energetic individuals from overuse. Could you imagine, someday, someone, somewhere saying 'I love it when so and so's singing, my computer never runs better!'?

Of course, we became reborn with the potential reliance of the human element towards energy so we thought, why not use plain ole physicality to provide energy? You know what? We did! Bicyclists. That's right! We currently employ over 1000 bicyclists. Depending on the rider's strength, our bikes generate 300 watts at 12 to 25 volts DC.

Now, you are wondering how environmentally sound is a facility that houses that many stationary bikes, people, plus all those microphones and singers?! Yes, we thought of the crowd waste--I told you myself, I don't want that on my conscience--so we have made the majority of our jobs offsite or home based. We do have a stationary facility that houses the main computer and cell that converts sound/human kinetics to energy. In order to work from home, our employees are equipt with special microphones and bikes, both of which have stationary and portable capabilities, and are connected to our converter facility.

As you all are quite aware now, in fact, it's the main reason I get to talk to you today, that our contribution to the waste equals energy diagram is what put us on the map. We began this endeavor by utilizing energy from methane by capturing fumes exhausted by what? Yep, human waste--our local dumps. It's not everything and it won't solve the energy crisis--yet. Believe me, we humans are waste machines! But, I do believe every bit helps. However, if we can eventually repurpose most of our waste--we strive for 100%, mind you, then Human Energy won't have our CH4 from the dumps gig much longer.

With foresight, we are in the process of collecting leachate from landfills and creating different containers of sorts that will ring out all that this vile residual waste has to offer by squeezing every last bit of gas or whatever surprises we may find into use. Hopefully in this process, we will, at the very least, safely dispose or destroy this foul ingredient.

We also have other future plans to provide compostable toilets with a CH4 adapter energetic output to our employees. You know how I hate human waste on my conscience!

Anyways, we are Human Energy. Producing energy humanely through might, sound and waste. Thank you for listening."

Later refreshments are served in what one would suppose the theatre players would celebrate the cast party. A man we read about in the opening sentence gathers up the courage to talk to the man behind Human Energy.

"How did you get into this? I mean, what brought your passions into fruition?"

The man heartily laughed and with a salesman smile and a vaudevillian tone slurred, "I always say it started with a microscope!"

"No," his disposition turned genuine as he continued to chuckle, "the story is my mother gave me a microscope when I was really little--too little to have outdoor adventures. Still, I was drawn to the intricate instrument and wanted very much to use this precious gift. My first specimen was my own booger!," he flung his torso back to survey his audience expression, then straightened up and went on randomly, "then, you know, my earwax, wet and dry eye goo, plaque from morning mouth and after drinking sugary drinks, er, urine...and ahem, yes, even feces. In fact, when I was finished with all of my own output and also grown enough to venture outdoors, I delved into the exploration of other species output or waste. My dog, my cat, bird, squirrel, deer, rabbit, fish, caterpillar, some unidentifiables. I have quite a feces slide collection. It's so large that I had to create a library for them. I keep them in a special refrigeration unit I designed, otherwise, well, it would smell like shit!" After a quick guffaw, the speaker smiled sly eyes, leaned closer to his querier and under his breath he said, "I even collected some of my wife's menstrual blood." Then solomnly, looking his conversant in the eye, he soberly nodded, "with her permission, of course."

"Of course." garbled the uneasy listener, all of the sudden finding himself concentrating on his shuffling feet.

"It's important." declared the speaker as if clearing his throat and jolting awake from a drunken daydream only to fall quickly into his best philosophical persuasion, "to know the capabilities of an organism."

"You see, I started with the point source, me, and I'm slowly expanding from there. Plus," he added, "I love thinking that one day someone might actually be humming an energetic tune."

Humming an energetic tune.

Humming an energetic tune.

Oh, by Humman Energy

We're Hummin an energetic tune!

So Succulent

I think I did a bad thing, but I'm not sorry for it because it is so freakin' cute, cool and all together awesome! I opened a package I received. I noticed that it was from a flower company so....well, if it was a plant, I didn't want it to die! So, sorry Melanie, I found my bad ass hanging succulent terrarium and I planted and hung it immediately! Thank you! I can't stop looking at it--it's so pretty. Of course, curiosity ascended or descended, whichever, so you know I had to try to ID the succulent. It's a type of Haworthia and that's as far as I've gotten because the search led me to the coolest site which has diverted my attention, yet again, to an infatuation with succulents. Why am I so weird about plants? Check this site out if you have a chance--there are some really strange plants out there! My favorites so far are the Mesembs. There are some gorgeous succulent flicker pics out there too.


My succulent gift! Orbilicious!

Also, a couple story ideas popped up in my succulent brain and both are coincidentally about manipulation in order to entertain people. Strange. One is about The Actor who has to manipulate her feelings to everyone she sees. It is her duty or desire to give people what they want. The other is about The Toy Store that is run by a set of disembodied hands that manipulates objects of desire for consumers. Consumers will never become bored because The Toy Store is ever changing in giving them what they want. The entity employs consumer researchers to live like leaches on the pulse of changing desires.

I leave you with a little ditty that is sung in my house:

"So succulent, So succulent, So suck my little buttulent"

I still love this pic

...and the title, even though it's gross. :)

Prairie Doggin'

the people i'm not

Ariel Pink.

Fine Friday

this morning moon


What a beautiful Friday morning! Behind the glass of a much much warmer car it appeared to be so lovely outside you would never guess that it's freakin' freezing! Once I got into my neighborhood I let the sun shine on my face as it's rays skipped through the tree lined street.

I am Bartleby. I just am. Believe me. Only a piece of me, though, I am other people too. Woody Allen, Lucille Ball, Huey Lewis...who else? Oh, Rizzo from Grease. Cold showers everyday = throwing your life away. I think about her solo when I'm melancholy and getting ready to take a shower. Do I take a cold shower today? Throw it all away? I never take a cold shower. I think I should, though, cold showers are invigorating. Warm showers are probably more equal with throwing your life away--they are relaxing and make you sleepy. Warm showers are just prepping you for the big sleep? No. It's not one extreme or the other. They are both beneficial.

I want to remember, in writing, these two diners: Sanderson's Lunch and Nichols Lunch. They are no longer around. Sanderson's got demolished after it got closed down--possibly due to illicit drugs. Nichols closed, but luckily the building is still there and appears to be properly used. I went to Nichols twice, maybe a third time drunk. I wished I would have gone more, but it didn't happen. The look of the place was definitely awesome, if I were the type to frequent dining establishments, I would have stopped in more. I don't remember the food really, I'm sure it was good, but I just liked being there, and I was hoping to see William S. Burroughs.



Nichols Lunch wasn't as exciting to me as Sanderson's Lunch. Maybe there really were drugs there because I rabidly loved that place. I don't remember the food at Sanderson's either, well, except for ridiculous pork tenderloin sandwich that another customer ordered. The tenderloin a replicate of a dinner plate with the audacity to lie between two small hamburger buns. Sadly, I only a went a few times to Sanderson's too. One time around Halloween I saw a pale white woman wearing red with an enormous white blond beehive sitting next to a cardboard cut out of Gary Oldman's Dracula that was part of Sanderson's holiday decor.

It was hilarious how much they looked alike. I wanted to have a camera so bad that day!

A book about Sanderson's Lunch!


I'm off to do something productive. Have a fine Friday!

a little note about thanksgiving

I agree it was very inappropriate of me to keep a post up about toilets during Thanksgiving. Especially since it's the best and my favorite holiday. Celebrating thankfulness is alright by me.

World Toilet Day!

Creme De Mentia

What if you let your mother do your make-up?
What if she made you look almost exactly like a Russian Nesting doll?
What if when you took the make-up off you saw that she had plucked your eyebrows into thin rainbows?
How did you not feel her plucking?!
You are so pissed because you hardly had eyebrows to begin with and have spent years cultivating the poor things.

Ah, the night brought strange dreams and dusted snow.

I wonder why I thought that when I was a kid I had such promise. Sometimes I look back and think, what happened? Lately, I see that I was exactly the same then as I am now. A lazy daydreamer. So now, no more wondering what happened and why I didn't set the world on fire.

I am envious of people that can take the music that pops up inside them and construct it on the outside. I have a cranky synth bit stuck in a cranial crevasse. I still pine for a moog and vibraphones. I need echo-y chimes to bounce off my skin.

I am envious of people who work in radio. I am a child that pouts. I know that's not right so I'm in constant parent mode shushing, wagging finger, soft chides to soothe the tantrum. I love my daydreams and I hate them. They aren't helping, but I'm addicted. Little drug, little drug. I like to get my brain high. If I don't stop I will foster dementia.

currently

all I want to do is eat sweet potatoes, nothing else, just sweet potatoes

show me the way to the next whiskey bar

Happy Halloween Kiddies!

I see you.

DVR of Desire

I watched the middle part of Botany Desire on PBS last night. I DVRd it so I can watch the whole thing later. I saw the end of apple/sweetness, all of tulip/beauty and cannabis/intoxication and the beginning of potato/control. What I saw was really good--it seemed to hold true to the book, but it was really nice to see it visually. I also DVRd Harold and Maude!!!! I'm so excited to watch it!

Here is a list and thoughts that I wrote down while I was watching Botany of Desire:

Tulips:
Kazakhstan
What came first? The flower or the bee?
Traveled from Central Asia to Turkey
Sultan of the Ottoman Empire=Tulip freak
Tulip Mania-Dutch Tulip freaks
Semper Augustus caused the mania
The reaction of atmosphere to earth
Minerals to weather build geometric flora?

Cannabis:
Except it
No more wars against it
Use it
Manage it
Examine it

13 35 Cliff Drive

That's where the Evil Dr. Markoff lives. 13 35 Cliff Drive, you say? Yeah that's right, 13 35 Cliff Drive. Someone associated with the 1944 movie The Monster Maker was seriously trying to hammer this address home. 13 35 Cliff Drive. In the fogginess of half pre-sleep dream while watching Boris Karloff in The Ape, the sing-song rhyme of "13 35 Cliff Drive" ran like a loop in my head. 13 35 Cliff Drive. What was I saying? Oh yeah, that's where Dr. Igor Markoff lives. Who's Dr. Markoff? Well, don't you know? He's a doctor that is the upmost authority on glandular diseases, especially one called Acromegaly. Acromegaly, that's right, he keeps a bottle of it in a hidden compartment in his lab on 13 35 Cliff Drive. Acromegaly appears to be an excuse to show off someone's killer make-up skills--pretty good for a low budget, 1940's movie.



Dr. Markoff injects a gifted Pianist with Acromegaly in order to have an upper hand towards nuptial negotiations with the Pianist's daughter. The movie was okay, good prevailed over evil and it kept my attention, which is more than I can say for poor Boris in The Ape, in all fairness, though, that could have had to do with it being late. And that damn incessant 13 35 Cliff Drive roaming through my brain.

I like watching scary movies right before Halloween. So far I've watched; The Manitou, Hot Fuzz, Sleepy Hollow, Dracula and the two mentioned above. I'll probably watch Shaun of the Dead, The Mummy and The Haunting. I think it would be cool to watch Shadow of the Vampire and Nosferatu back to back. I have a 50 Movie Pack of Horror Classics, where The Ape and The Monster Maker came from, so I have plenty of old fashioned horror to keep me feeling spooky. Killer Shrews anyone?

Noted:

Poison Ivy plant dropped its bottom leaves; only a few at the top remain. Fall coloring: Yellow.

Freaky Friday

I came upon "The Amazing Dunninger" while reading about Soupy Sales (R.I.P.) in Wikipedia. Harry Houdini and Thomas A. Edison gave Dunninger secret codes, which were to be used for contact after their death, in order to investigate the possibility of communication with spirits. I'm already in love with him!

On thought reading:

"You pick up a vivid impression from another mind and others follow or suggest themselves. But it isn't mind-reading; it is thought reading. When a series of such thought impressions come in fairly close in succession, it takes on the semblance of mind reading, though if you check back, you may find that you have added links of your own making, just as you might piece together the fragments of a dream to form a waking continuity." --Joseph Dunninger, mentalist


Read about him here.

The First Lady whizzes barefoot through obstacle course

This article made me laugh.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33417821/ns/today-white_house/

Lately...

I'm not feeling very creative at the moment--again--but in order to keep blogging, I give you my life lately in pictures.  I find pleasure in nature--even if it's only as far as my backyard. Slug Circle This has been the summer of leopard slugs. Every time I see them they are having sex. This big ass preying mantis was in my screened porch! Amazing! I love preying mantis. I had a hard time capturing the coolness and size of it--so you will just have to suffer through these crappy photos to get the jist. Me and my crazy hand (and bad hair--I need a haircut already!) with a fan of Pink Star Tulip plant markers Nate and I planted more flower bulbs. We planted: Gipsy Queen Hyacinths (Dark Orange) Mount Tacoma Double Tulips (White) Grueze Tulips (Purple) Rococo Parrot Tulips (Mostly Red) Pink Star Double Tulips (Pink)

I looked up Don Knotts today

HAVE A GREAT DAY!

R.I.P.

The Yeti Anniversary

We thought the first year of marriage was the Yeti Anniversary.

Freaky Friday

image of Boy and His BBQ pig bus

Our team, Bearhand BBQ, entered our first ever BBQ Competition at the American Royal last weekend. We have lots of room for improvement, but we know what we did wrong. However, it was a great experience and I'm feeling good about our potential.

Categories Competed In:

Chicken

Pork

Ribs

Brisket

Beans

Stats forthcoming....

The lovely husband graciously modeling our team sweatshirt.
My strong-wristed, talented littlest sister created our logo.

I'm in love with the campfire "A"! (click on the pic to see)

Please Don't Be Long

please don't you be very long

Know Your Mushrooms!

I just saw this movie and it was great! To those who aren't interested in human history of the altered mind, only a bit of it has to do with hallucinogenic mushrooms. The coolest part was about the idea of a fungal membrane or network that grows throughout the earth's crust and serves as some type of nervous system(!). Mushrooms are also being used for bioremediation! I'm so excited about this movie, I'm thinking of going to the Telluride Mushroom Festival next year!!

By the way, if you are interested in altering your mind, maybe you can go to outer space and find the fireplace near the Andromeda Galaxy.

Vic Vinegar

Vic Vinegar of Honey and Vinegar Real Estate.
The Real Estate team that uses "Good cop, Bad cop" philosophy.

Draft Flashbacks

I got nothin. I'm out. I'm wiped. S'okay, it's not permanent. I decided to venture into "Edit Posts" and check out the Drafts I've left along the way. The posts below are probably not suppose to see the light of the internet, but I feel like posting them anyway. I did manage to comment a little on each Draft post. Enjoy?

An Idea for a Conceptual Art Play

Spices mixed with herbs

Herb mixed with spices

It's time to go down stairs

Make an appearance

We feel special and famous

Everyone does

We take the stairs

Emerging from the staircase,

we open our smokey eyes to light

and a darkness in the freight elevator shaft

The lift is on the first floor

Thermiu and Andiwin hold on to the wooden gates

and look down to the top of the elevator

Slowly their eyes climb up, taking in all the movement below

"There's a pretty big crowd this time."

"Yeah!"

"It's so cool to look down the shaft and hold onto the gate."

"I know! This would be a cool stage setting in a play."

"Yeah! Yes! It really would!"

The guys are looking around the art studios trying to find

something to drink.

"This is little mama's studio. She comes over and lifts up her skirt for a blue."

"Whoa, really Wic? That's messed up."

Runs on Farnsworth Rays

Appropriately enough, one of Artie's gizmos is a video communicator dubbed "The Farnsworth:"

“This is basically a video cellphone and it was invented by Philo Farnsworth, the unrecognized inventor of television,” Simkins says. “We imagined that Philo invented it one weekend in 1929, it worked, and it’s been in the warehouse ever since. One reason they still use it is that the technology is so old, no one can hack it. It’s not digital. I don’t even know what it runs on but it’s untraceable because the Farnsworth exists totally off the grid.”


I don't remember where I found this, but I believe it was in an article in either msnbc or wikipedia. I don't remember who Artie is..........

Problem Complexities

The time it takes to solve a problem is a measure in the problem's complexity.

How complex is your problem?

I had a problem. So I looked up problem.
I think I got this from wikipedia.

drug thoughts

Okay. Hmmmmm..... Making people safe from drugs..... What's the drug problem? Killings. Miserable Humans. Problem. Sick people trying to make them selves better. Drug users are sick people trying to make themselves feel better. Only to turn themselves sicker. How to care for sick people that made themselves sicker? This is the question. Looking for more chemicals to make sick people better. Places to dry up and shake off. Best choice can't be jail. Sounds like a medical problem.

Customer drives the market. No more customers....No more Market?

No more Market, no more sellers? Probably not....but, maybe less killings?

So, COMBAT is not making people safe from drugs by taking people to jail who are sick that made themselves sicker.

Dealers.....what are words to describe them?

It depends on the drug and circumstance.

No More Illegal Drugs.

No More Sick people in Jail.

A local commercial irritated me.

Fascism

from Wikipedia: Fascist movements promote violence between nations, political factions, and races as part of a social Darwinist and militarist stance that views violence between these groups as a natural and positive part of evolution.

What makes these movements think that they are the catalyst to evolution and destruction?

Just in case I forget.

The TOO long, never finished "review"--read at your own risk!

I watched Logan's Run a couple nights ago. I can't say it was spectacular, but I can't say I don't like it. I think I can say I possibly love it. The film is based on a book of the same name. I love the 1976 visual effects--there is an element of Star Trek in it that is comforting. Set in 2274, the movie begins with the camera panning over a domed city or actually, an obvious miniature set. Eventually the camera rests on a baby hand with a white diamond in it. When the inhabitants of this city reach the age of 30 they must go to the carosel and be whisked up and evaporated so that they can be renewed. While these poor souls are getting killed, the theater of youngsters around them are cheering them on, chanting "Renew!" Sometimes there are people who try to get out of renewing and decide to run. Logan 5 is a Sandman, whose job is to catch these runners and zap them with this crazy inaccurate gun. Once they finally zap the runner they call for clean up and a person in a flying armoured segway looking thing comes and pours something that looks like the stuff janitors use to clean up puke over the dead body which, in a few seconds, disentegrates the remains completely. Oh don't the janitors of the present wish they had this stuff!
Then we get to see how these people of the future live their lives at home. Logan 5 is dressed in this hilarious kimono relaxing in his futuristic pad. He saunters over to this enclave in his living room and checks what they call the circuit. At first a man appears and he laughs and shakes his head no. Then a scantily clad female finds herself in Logan's love lair. She is rockin' this enormous ankh pendant on a choker. He is ready for love, but she is not. He wonders why she was on the circuit, she thinks she was mistaken. Logan's friend and fellow Sandman, Francis, busts into the living space with two swinging chicks. The ankh girl leaves. Logan looks after her, but then his attention is turned toward his friend and the two foxy ladies. Francis throws some red dust in the air covering the gang and they raise their faces up to the dust in a lustful fashion.
Back at work, Logan gets an assignment from a computer. The computer has a female voice. She tells him that there is a place called Sanctuary and that is where he will find some runners that have successfully escaped. The computer shows him the ankh symbol and tells him basically that this is the key to find Sanctuary. Then he gets the most unsettling news that he must act as a runner in order to infiltrate the society of this underground movement. To his dismay the computer turns his life clock (the jewel in his hand) from red to blinking red, meaning it's his time to renew. He fears for his life when he asks if he finds Sanctuary will his life clock be turned back. For chrissake he has 4 more years! The computer goes blank.
Logan hides his blinking life clock and decides to find the ankh girl. He realizes that she can lead him to Sanctuary. Ankh girl meets him, her name is Jessica 6. He shows her that he's a runner and her eyes grow wide. He asks her about Sanctuary and she sorta feigns ignorance. In the middle of this exchange, Logan gets a call on his 1970's space age walky-talky. There's a runner at the plaza. The plaza is in the bad part of town where children under 16, called the cubs, live. Without parents, these cubs are left free to brutalize, rob and basically live like savages. Jessica 6 decides to go with Logan to catch the runner. While gliding in a pneumonic tube shuttle system, they talk about society's ills and Jessica waxes philosophical that she wishes that she knew her mother. They find the runner in the Plaza and Logan lets the runner go. Unfortunately, Logan's friend and fellow Sandman, Francis, got the same call and got to the Plaza just in time to see Logan letting the runner go. Francis did not follow suit and begins the chase of his friend turned runner. For some reason, my husband and I couldn't figure it out, Logan decides he has to get a new face. Jessica takes him to a doctor she knows. Farah Fawcett-Majors is the doctor's secretary. She is, like, far out.

Even though the doctor is on Jessica's/Runner's side he decides to let the lasers go haywire all over Logan. Logan escapes miraculously and the doctor ends up getting lasered to death. Farah is in shock and hovers over the doc with tears in her eyes. Jessica and Logan again start their run. Francis as always, is just behind them. Somehow they decide that the way to Sanctuary is through the sex shop. They get separated for a second by writhing naked people; the women take Logan, the men take Jessica. Logan and Jessica make some kind of communication through eye contact and slight head movements and they get away. Ah! They were right! The way to Sanctuary is through the sex shop! They enter a frozen room and meet a robot--oh, strike that, an android that looks like a poorly made robot. His name is Box. Box freezes all the seaweed, fish and other food that comes in (it's never explained who brings in the food to Box) for the inhabitants of the city. Well, Box used to freeze the food, until the food stopped coming. The only thing that came after while were the runners so Box froze them instead. Looks of horror from Jessica and Logan at their frozen comrades. Does that mean that the people of the city were eating people? Soylent Green is pee-pul!! They never say. Logan is the only runner to have a gun so he uses it on Box and the place explodes. Logan and Jessica narrowly escape the see-through ice crystal special effects. Here comes Francis and this is last we see of him for awhile (he must run like the 6 million dollar man). An opening out of the dome! Also, Logan doesn't believe in Sanctuary any more, he thinks that Sanctuary was built on belief and hope. Jessica doesn't agree and thinks that this new warm place must be Sanctuary. They find a lake, get naked and skinny dip. They look at their life clocks. What?! Ha! They are renewed! Wow!

After trampling many miles through an overgrown forest, they see, well, they see the Lincoln Memorial, overgrown with weeds, of course. The two look at the statue of Lincoln and wonder aloud that this. must. be. what. it. looks. like. to. be. old. (Kind of Capt. Kirk like). They see tombstones and wonder what they are. They wander into the US Congress Chambers. They hear a sound. In walks Peter Ustinov as a scraggly old man. He talks in T.S. Eliot cat riddles and conveniently has a lot of cats. Jessica asks him if his wrinkles or the cracks on his face hurt. She asks to touch them. Ustinov obliges and giggles when she touches him. They start asking him more questions. Whoa! He doesn't have a life clock. Wow! He knows his mother and father.

lesson plan for kids: A Study on George Washington Carver

Make peanut butter--describe that all nuts can be used to make "butter", mention the oils in nuts
History on GWC
Plant peanut plants, if possible in garden and one to take home.
Describe legumes and the nitrogen cycle
Go outside and find legume plants
Draw diagram of peanut plant or legume plant of their choice.
Read a book about GWC

Math in the Morning--find record that Mr. Marks used for times tables, chalkboard challenges


I'm sure that this is already done--I don't have kids, what the hell do I know!

Mr. Marks Rocks!

I want to work at Marr Sound Archives

Yeah, I do.

A Rational Approach

Good article about the US's 37th ranking in World Health Care.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32898477/ns/health-health_care/

Ya see? It's not so bad, relax.

Charley Harper

I love this artist and the way he described his art: "minimal realism".





"When I look at a wildlife or nature subject, I don’t see the feathers in the wings, I just count the wings. I see exciting shapes, color combinations, patterns, textures, fascinating behavior and endless possibilities for making interesting pictures. I regard the picture as an ecosystem in which all the elements are interrelated, interdependent, perfectly balanced, without trimming or unutilized parts; and herein lies the lure of painting; in a world of chaos, the picture is one small rectangle in which the artist can create an ordered universe." -Charley Harper

Hey! Wow!

from msnbc:

"Czech Premier Jan Fischer told reporters that Obama phoned him overnight to say that "his government is pulling out of plans to build a missile defense radar on Czech territory."

"The same happened with Poland. Poland was informed in the same way about this intention," Fischer said."

maybe President Obama read my blog....HA! This is good news--so far.

Last Night

After a day of uncertainty, this was my night:

it was not a dream....

:(

RIP Buddy Swayze (1952-2009)

Insane in the Membrane

Crazy insane, Got no brain!

Who you tryin to get crazy with ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?

Come on people now!
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together...

...and take hits from the bong!

Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong
and take hits from the boooong

We're gonna need it....

Cypress Hill lyrics from Insane in the Membrane and Hits from the Bong
Nirvana's version of The Youngbloods lyrics from Get Together

takin tv pics

watchin
captain
kAN-ga-roo
I have no idea, what I'm tryin to dooooo!


(from: visio commercial)

Wall and Rye

A Hall and Oates Parody Cover Band

Duo parodic suggestions for the Hall and Oates song, Kiss is on my List:

for shits and giggles:

your shit, your shit

is on my list

your shit, your shit, I can't resist

because your shit is on my list

gonna knock out your liiii-iights

this is what the lyrics were supposed to be, but H&O were censored:

your kiss, your kiss

is on my dick

your kiss, your kiss, I can't resist

because your kiss is on my dick

when I turn out the liiii-iights

It just makes more sense, right knw?

A Touch of Autumn

demeter kissed golden chinese elm leaf

firethorn pomes

happy pink chomper

mushroom sombrero

ripe dogwood drupes

pearl cinnamon roll

bitter melon blossom with parsley