Tuesday, November 10, 2009

A real Loss for the Community

Please spare me the rants about Marie and whosit.

This was the best youtube i could rip off.

This guy has an entire room dedicated to him in England for being a Magician.

92 years and he checked out today. A loss.

We should all be so lucky to enjoy life as he did.

Monday, November 9, 2009

What Fresh Hell?


I have a whole country ham I'm planning to cook.
I've cleaned off the mold with an iron brush and have it soaking for two days with frequent changes of water.
How would you cook this?



Sunday, November 8, 2009

Photo of the Moment

This is Marguerite dancing at the Siesta Key Drum Circle, November 1, 2009.

All Saints Day, the day after All Hallows day, and before All Souls day.

El Dia de la Muertos



Awards for the Deserving Saints Known and Unknown:

First, the prize Mahna Mahna



The Winners are:
Walking Man
MeanDonnaJean
PENolan
JadedWhatsit
Post Raphelite Sisterhood
Harlequin
The Quite Life (how did she get on the list?)
The Peach Tart
Oh Yeah!! Mr. South Carolina or something like that there.

Enjoy Sunday Morning.
You Cats keep me going.

Yo MeanDonna I was going to put the word thingy and the wait for confirmation on this post, but it is Sunday and all.
You people (i love that separation) make me laft, laugh, chuckle, guffaw.
Walking Man makes me realize I don't know shit,
IntelliWench says other wise.
PENolan is with Walkin'Man.
Harlequin has ridden on the bus and knows who to keep away from whom.
The Peach Tart just takes it all in for later use.
Mr. Charleston says I was just looking for a place to kick back for a while.
JadedWhatsit says HUH???
The Quite Life says How did i get on the list?

love and light and long may you all live.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Nothing to Laugh About

Not only are there, mean spirited, news people, who are workin' the current president for ratings, there are mean spirited people, in the military of this great county.

Fort Hood, Texas where the youth of this great country are 'deployed' to die or come back lame at, at fuckin', best. And George W. Bush is on the motivational circuit. About how to make money in a crisis.

I just have to cry. In shame and despair. I was spared that horror, and now A fucking hospital , in Fucking- Bring Them On- Texan, AfuckingMerica was Attacked by A whack job who, WHO, fucking worked on the fuckin' base. Fuck me to Tears.

This hatred has to stop, among my countrymen.

Now some person with tits, is going to rant that I called them, Ahummmmmm "countrymen" and not countrywomen. Jesus, I give up, Uncle, you win, we all have a chest that can be destroyed by a GOD DAMNED LEAD BULLIT, I DON'T CARE WHO YOU BUY IT FROM.

(but I digress)

Just, fucking let the fucking NRA get the civilian guns off the fucking, military bases.

Just how many rounds did that whack job fire?

Yeah, sell more bullets just like the Talking Heads say.

I'm going to hush now.

Say a prayer for the dead. The fucking shooter is still alive. The cops aim and have gun control.

GodDamnIt to Hell.

On a lighter note go see JadedJ's site with Tom Waits. (I ripped him off)


Thursday, October 29, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

This is the State of American Politics.


Tuesday, October 27, 2009

What Fresh Hell?




This is a great honor,
I realize, I was instructed, not to go looking,
but, well,
I just had to.

Here is the plaque I got.


Monday, October 26, 2009

What Fresh Hell?

Dirt Farmer


Oh the poor old dirt farmer,
he's lost lost all his corn
and now where's the money
to pay off his loan?
he lost all his corn
cant pay off his loan
he lost all his corn.
well the poor old dirt farmer,
he only grows stones.
he grows then on down
till they big enough to roll.
he rolls them on down
to the tax man in town.
ya, he rolls them on down
now the poor old dirt farmer
he's left all alone.
his wife and his child
renthey've packed up and gone.
packed up and gone
he's left all alone
they've packed up and gone
well the poor old dirt farmer
how bad he must feel.
he fell off his tractor
up under the wheel.
and now his head
is shaped like a tread
but he aint quite dead.
well the poor old dirt farmer
he cant grow no corn.
he cant grow no corn
cause he aint got a loan.
he aint got no loan
cant grow no corn
he aint got no loan

Sunday, October 25, 2009

What Fresh Hell

Please see the comments from My (MOI) last post to fully understand

this joy.

Mr. Walking Man has taken time from his busy day to say,

to wit:

While said in jest I think

if you want more awards for work done

you need to take a chance, go out on a limb, be willing

to be a bit exhibitionist for your art....or

you could just send me an email and I will

forward you a whole file full of awards that I never learned

how to convert to the HTML code necessary to post them.

I award you all of them.

yeah buddy!!!

See, That Jest part is just in jest.