Shannon Wheeler question of the day:
“Are there any animals that aren’t edible? Asking for a friend.”
I’ve heard that three-toed-sloths taste just like chicken.
Larry Oberc question of the day:
“What was your favorite punk band?”
Sex Pistols.
I admit I’m a little demented (stop the presses). My two main interests these days are a.) sports and b.) the Presidential election.
I’m already looking forward to the Big Debate next Monday. HILLARY AND TRUMP!! SQUARING OFF IN THE RING!! NO HOLDS BARRED!! (well, no noogies are allowed).
This post by Derrick reminded me. Ha ha. For many years I ran a 25 cent used book vending table on Telegraph Avenue. I’d end up with about 100 dollars in change every day. Week after week. Month after month. I’d literally end up with garbage bags full of coins. And I’d have to separate all the quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies. And put them in rolls so I could exchange them at the bank for bills.
I stopped doing my 25 cent used book vending table in 2009. But 7 years later I still have a big bag of 500 dollars worth of quarters stashed in my storage locker that I’ve never got around to taking to the bank.
Ha ha. I really am kind of nutty.
Well. That’s a look.
A favorite photo of Moo Cat. She’s been banished from the feral cat tribe. She picked one fight too many. So now Scaredy Cat runs her off if she comes within 50 feet of my campsite.
So now every night she’s waiting for me down by the road at the foot of the trail leading to my campsite. She starts purring loudly and rubbing against my ankles as soon as she spots me.
So I set up her food dish down there and feed her there now. So at least she’s staying well-fed. But I miss her hanging out at my campsite. But that’s what she gets for being such a shit-disturber with the other cats.
Moo Cat, the slightly nuerotic and aggro feral cat. What can I say. She had a wider range of intense emotions than most cats. Including affection. Just very high-strung.
Paul McCartney like everyone else has a Facebook page. Tug Of War was his last great album for my money.
“I yi yi yi yi. I am the Frito bandito.”
Ha ha. Leave it to Keith Richards to still be talking shit at age 70 whatever.
“What rap did that was impressive was to show there are so many tone-deaf people out there” Keith Richards
One of my Facebook friends just mentioned he was having a “mental breakdown.” I could instantly relate. Because I regularly crack up and have what I call “mental breakdowns.” And at the time it always seems like the end of the world. But now I’m 59. And somehow i keep slogging onwards. So I guess I mentally bend but don’t quite mentally break.
I’m definitely bent. Ha ha…
I admit, if theres one thing I’m anal-retentive about its wanting to save and preserve all my artwork. So when I lost an entire YEAR’S worth of photos yesterday I felt, well, I felt sad. To the point of suicidal despair.
But then I try to look at the Big Picture (so-called). Is this just my ego? Wanting to “preserve my art for posterity.”
I mean, EVERYTHING turns to dust in the end. Entire civilizations have vanished without a trace. So why do I have this weird and fut…
I go through this every night. I get to my campsite around midnight. Crawl into my sleeping bag. And I’m just about to go to sleep. When Moo Cat shows up. She immediately starts meowing at me. Its her “FEED ME! FEED ME!” meow. I tell her: “You KNOW whats going to happen if I take out the cat food now.” But she persists with her meowing. To hear her crying you’d think she was starving to death. Her stomach is bulging out on both sides. But to hear her you’d think …
More vindictive screeds from a bitter old man.
What goes up must come down (and other profound observations).
Hello hello hello.
Oh man this just freaked me out. As if I’m not weird enough. Did you know this? I just googled it so it must be true. St the turn of the century (1900 for those of you scoring st home) 50 percent of Americans had blue eyes. Today only 1 out of 6 ( or 10 percent for you mathematically inclined) have blue eyes. A.d world wide blue eyes are the most rare. As if i wasn’t freakish enough already . Marilyn Monroe had blue eyes. Tho her pubic hairs were brunette (she dyed them blonde, now you know)…. The point is we should stop judging prople by the color of their skin snd start judging thrm by the color of their blood shot eyes.
Oh and this really pissed me off. I just found out about this yesterday. I don’t know if you people are aware of this but in 2010 Facebook, without really telling anyone, put in a Location app. Meaning, just about every one of your Facebook friends can click on your page and find a PSP that shows pretty much exactly where you are at this moment within 5 or 10 blocks. I personally find this an invasion of my privacy. And i am going to give those morons at Facebook HELL about this.
I never had a chance at being normal. So I took a shot at being brilliant. And I ended up just being weird. . . Thats the trajectory of most artists.
This guy Tunc Akin is pretty slick.
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