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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

TIME...

I have things on my mind I wish to get off. I'm no different, an average Glen. Sometimes the weight of 'things' build. When does the weight break one down? Its not the first tonnage on the truck that weakens the frame. Its the last poundage. How does one know when to stop to give in, give up before the trailer folds down on the highway of life, to carry nary once more? One must keep a stiff upper lip and carry all loads. A load begins with an empty trailer with a lifetime of weight to pile upon. Never considering the latter years with worn out tires and a rusty frame lacking the power to carry...on!

Yes we all must...meet our end, the ending of our lifes. I feel I can sustain my load till its time. Its the watching of the greatest strength in my life, falling apart, rusting away from a lifetime of carrying more than her share. Tires worn to the bare tread, but her structural, skelatal like frame still carrying on. The engine and transmission is slipping, down to the last few miles on the odometer, battery, wiring, the brain of the once great life, headlights dimming. Flickering as power, fades. Band-aids are just that. There is not one gigantic band-aid for age, is there?

NO I'M NOT TALKING ME OR A TRUCK!!! I'm talking the only person that can create, make, build, reproduce, raise, love, carry on against seemingly insurmountable odds. Ah, but their only human! The strongest, greatest human I've ever known. If only I had this one's strength, inner strength to carry on against all odds! I do not!!!!!!!!

I am from her womb, why did I not get her personal inner strength to take what life throws out smiling till the end.

I reckon I'm weak! I feel her load too hard for me to carry! If only I could trade my worn but still carrying frame for her's, I would! I cannot carry her load, my heart, my soul cannot! I'm not strong enough!

TIME WINS DOESN'T IT!

THIS IS TO ALL YOU MOTHERS OUT THERE, ESPECIALLY MINE!!!

I love you all!         V. R. G. From your son Glen.

Monday, July 30, 2012

Noise Pollution and Bambulance, "you read right!"

I USUALLY HAVE A BEGINNING SENTENCE AND LET-ER GO FROM THERE. AS YOU WILL SEE FROM THIS POST MY MIND GOES WHERE IT WISHES AND I HAD A HOOT WITH THIS POST. IF YOU NEED A GOOD LAUGH SEE BELOW AND DO LISTEN, CAUSE READING WILL NOT DO 'BAMBULANCE' JUSTICE! TAKE MY WORD FOR IT! Glen
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Did you hear the birds sing this morning? I did! Normally I do not! Why? I have a considerable hearing loss. I'm considered deaf at certain pitches. Apparently birds are one of these pitches along with crickets. I admit I have become used to not hearing certain annoying sounds, however; birds are not one of them. It was beautiful at daybreak!

Certain sounds drive me through the wall or make me want to climb the wall or go over the wall  even without my hearing aids in.

I drive a diesel truck and I absolutely hate the rattle rattle sounds, of a diesel engine with my hearing aids in!!! However I'm not legal to drive my commercial truck without them! With my aids in while driving my truck I hear every noise amplified, driving me fricking crazy! I know I know, that's probably why you're thinking I'm fricking nuts! Nah! Even without my aids in certain sounds (Noise, seems more appropriate, than sounds, actually noise pollution is even better!) like scanners at every fricking store, seems the grocery stores are the worst! Noise like that is why I don't wear my aids often. I can be fifty feet away and uwe-we! Lights me up baby!

Another one, I'm driving my van with the windows rolled up at a stop light, a Harley Davidson motorcycle pulls alongside, rrr,rrr, rrr, revving that stupid ass engine with straight pipes and a 60 year old, half deaf man, without his hearing aids in wants to step outside and slowly walk over with my cane and smack the Hulk Hogan looking, black jacket, tattoo wearing, lame brain upside his fricking head and say to him, "rev that engine out there on he open road all you want and wrap it around a tree but damn don't do it at a stoplight you moron!"

Also the reverberating noise pollution coming from some youngin's Kia Reo. A thousand dollar beat up clunker with 5,ooo.oo $'s worth of gizmos in the back seat and trunk? Apparently a Radio Shack full of blast out the glass on my van with a gazillion watts of power! I feel the bass bouncing of my chest and my heart tightening up! My big chug of diet cola is shaking and my ice quickly melts as though waves of high energy is shaking it, and baby, I'm all shook up!!!!

Remember know I have a considerable hearing loss in order to to qualify to drive my commercial truck I must wear them.

Another good one that further adds to my mental imbalance or craziness if you prefer or challenged ways. I'm pumping gas in my Green Hornet mini van and a ambulance or is it bam-bu-lance! The sound of the 105 decibels blaring fricking siren as it goes by is excruciating, sending stingers from a thousands hornets into my half deaf ears giving me a splitting head! I can't stand it as it whizzes by my van! How the hell can...here's my favorite word once again... 'normal' people stand it

OH SHIT! I got sidetracked, imagine that! Now I must tell you a bit of this funny true story, I heard a few years back being played on the radio. Oh shit I just remembered, when you get old like me a few years may be more than a few! Because this man was calling from a phone booth, we don't have no phone booths anymore around my neck of the woods, here in the Heartland. Sheesh this simple little story is going to be harder to tell than I originally thought and it wasn't even in my thoughts when I started this post, yikes see hard it is being me!!!

Okay I may as well finish this story as short and as sweet since it popped into my damn!

There was this man who is calling the 911 emergency operator to report something very strange and extremely funny, I mean rolling in the floor funny!!! 

I cannot do this story justice, Google 'Joe Vs. The Deer 911 Call Sound Clip and Quote' or simply google 'bambulance' I kid you not it is hilarious!!!  You must listen to this call, reading will not do it justice, I absolutely assure you!!!


Saturday, July 28, 2012

Tempers Rising! The Weakest Link and Doo-Dad!

Another hot old day in Daisyville, in more ways than one! Tempers and temperature are rising, getting fuun, and I learned me a new trick. Yep I did! When stupidity be running rampant in these hot, dog days of summer, I shake my head and laugh. Yep! That be the answer to everythang!!!

You know it's actually quite funny if you stand back and examine it from a far. You take an old man like me, 60 years old, back problem from a hard life of 'working' a knee that gives me problems, other life's afflictions from working for the man. That be right bad in itself, I must say! Sheesh... I haven't factored in my mental faculties and I plum forgot about my hearing problem. Oh my God! I'll never work again! Hells fire! I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!

Oops! This ain't bout me directly, indirectly yes! Total silliness has taken over where I get the mula ($) to purchase my ham and beams. Yummy yummy yummy I got beans in my tummy!

I must say somethun! (I know it's suppose to be spelled something, please remember your reading Glen View!) Gosh darn it, dad burn it, I forgot! What did I forget? If I knew, I would not of forgot right! Please stay with me, as I attempt to stay with myself! That is REALLY hard sometimes. Being who I am, some that I work with would make a preacher cuss, smoke marijuana, drink alcohol! I hope I have painted a picture of my inner gear movements (mental faculties) No... I'm not a fine Swiss watch! I'm an old man who is wearing out and the oil does not get to me brain like it use to! So that you may understand the stupidity, ignorance, insufferable lame brain nit wits, that an old feeble man must work with! Oh my, I might have gone too far, imagine that and I'm trying to be nice!

I actually did forget what I was going to say, but I really gave them what for didn't I?

There is this saying "your only as good as your weakest link." HUH? I know, I wish to explain it for ya, in case ya don't understand.

Let's pretend, ah oh! We may be in trouble, unless you have an imagination like mine. Let's muddle through any way. Imagine this big industrial machine, we'll call it a doo-dad making machine, if that's alright with you? It has a chain coming from the motor that connects to drive train that drives the doo-dad making machine. (By the way a doo-dad is, what ya call somethun you don't know what it's called, therefore doo-dad!)

(((OH!OH!OH!   Insert funny here.... My momma would forget some one's name, so she would say "you know, doo-dad." And yep, I would know the doo-dad she was talking about! No we can't read each others mind! We just plum silly!)))

This chain has 500 links, one of these links is sub par, you know inferior, not up to standard, out of the tolerances set forth when being produced. Well guess what happens, this one link gives out and ka-plooey, the doo-dad making machine goes down. Yep! that be the weakest link!

I work with weak links. Some where's along the evolutionary or intelligence chain, when man was evolving somebody or quite possibly a replacement doo-dad was filling in that day. Homo Sapien, Homo Erectus or some Homo Silli-assus... Anyways, some weak links were produced. I call them Homo Ferker-upperers. Man I bet there was a lot O them Doo-Daddies doing them Doo-Mommies! So if them Homo Ferker-upperers were never contained, or as we Un-scientific Scientist calls them, Weakus Linkus. Evolution has created many DOO-DADS!!!   I THINKUS I'LL LEAVUS RIGHTUS THEREUS.... Doo-night!!! AHAHAHAHA!    (Damn, I can't believe I wrote that silliness! I don't think I'm All-Rightus! Am I still typing???)

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Wing Nuts and Bull-Shitters!

From out of the blue or should I say the deepest, darkest unused part of my mind. (Damn that's a frightening start to a post!)

A couple hours before I got off work, the words 'wing nut' hit me! I actually mean hit me! Inside my head flashing wing nut, wing nut! Hey I can't make the silliness I write about UP! Actually the funniest part to me, Sue and Ah Klem a couple friends at work that have most of their oars in the water compared to some I work around. I was going to say work with, but... what some do, I don't call work. I have yet to write the total truth and nothing but the truth because, I don't think you would believe me when I write the WHOLE truth, it be that unbelievable, and and so, so strange and stupid, asinine etc. Yep, I ainna pulling your leg!

As you can see I easily get sidetracked when I think of the silliness where I work. I truly believe this blog is a Godsend to me, a way of releasing some of my silliness accumulated from where I work. You see for those of you out there that may be kinda new to Glen View I say "welcome aboard to the good ship Loony Toon!" I take out some of my frustration on you! I funny it up and I can see y'all out there thinking "this guy is fricking nuts! I agree! Yet, I have not introduced the true frickingest, nuttiest ones to you!

Damn that be a new one, I got sidetracked within my sidetrack! I wanted to write about wing nuts and bull-shitters!

I was thinking about wing nuts earlier and the crazy people who use to walk on the wings of the old airplanes and did all kinds of crazy ass stunts. WHY? Hell I don't know! If the stupid asses fall, that just shows how stupid they are I mean WERE! Ah,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha!

Okay! Okay! Okay! I am playing a little black and white movie in my funny ass imaginative part of my mind of the wing nut wing walkers. Possibly to set my mind straight for what I was about to re-encounter after a two hour trip in my truck. I splash cold water on my face and neck, it been mighty hot in Daisyville you see! So's I expect my mind was visiting my happy place or the cold water hit me. Hell I don't know, my mind just works like that!!! I know... I get cold chills all the time just thinking about it!

Anyhow, I am working and can't get this wing nut thing outta my mind.

I ask Ah Klem "is there another meaning to them little metal nuts with little wings on them, you know the kind you can hand tighten, we refer to them as 'wing nuts'... the only other thing I can think of is them wing walkers, that seems more appropriate to call them 'wing nuts?"

Ah Klem were a laughing and said "no, but I like your definition of wing nuts better."

So that be a tiny glimpse inside my mind! Hey, one has to do what he has to do to get away from the realty show going on where I work!

I absolutely hate, despise, have no use at all for what we call "BULL-SHITTERS!" You know ones like this, there everywhere!

I judge a person on what they do and how they act, simple enough heh? If one has to toot his own horn through 'brown nosing' the so called leaders as in yesterday's post...I have no use for them!

ITS LIGHTS OUT TIME, MY BRAIN IS SPENT FOR TODAY. I MUST REGENERATE TO GO AT IT AGAIN IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD, I LOVINGLY CALL DAISYVILLE, HERE ON GLEN VIEW. Happy trails to you until we meet again.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

LEADERSHIP?

I reckon things are back to normal...whatever... NORMAL is? I sure as hell don't know!!! Can anybody out there describe 'normal'? (I bet you can't!)

I most ass-suredly don't work around 'normal' ONES, in Daisyville. You want me to let you in on a secret...get up real close to the monitor, I'm going to tell ya one. ""The problem with 'everythang' in this here Alcatraz rock we call Earth! From-ma, the mostest, simplest, itty bitty 'thang,' be it families, local ass kissing politics, all the way up to the biggest branches, roots, leaves, arms, legs, tad-poleiest, of the political asylum, or any other place. Be it Earl Ray Bob's Steak House, Mass Media's brainwashing of us-ins, or any rinky dink corporations, up to the BIGGY RINKY DINK CONGLOMERATES that have stolen, are stealing and will steal, our past present and future of the common man, women or children and to all them in between what-ta I just said!!! DAMN IT!!! Anywhere there is lead-er-ship.... THERE AIN'T NONE BABY!!!""

MY! MY! MY! I THINK I'MMA GONNA LET IT ALL HANG OUT TONIGHT! PAY NO ATTENTION TO MY SPELLING. I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO PLAY AROUND WITH CREATING 'GLEN'S OWN' VOCABULARY! BABY I FEEL THE POWER! I HAVE HIT A SUBJECT MOSTEST, DEAREST TO MY HEART!.... 'THE LACK OF LEADERSHIP'.... YEP, Y'ALL OUT THERE KNOW WHAT OL' GLEN  BE A TALKIN ABOUT! WE SEE IT... 'THE LACK THERE OF'... EVERYDAY... EVERYWHERE... WE GO! CAN'T GET AWAY FROM IT, CAN WE?????

We gots to have Ones leading that see's the big picture baby! You know-sa what I'm talking about! Don't ya! Forget about them Polluterticians, they bought and paid for! Yes they are!

True leadership ain't taking the person that has been there the longest and make them THE  leader. In this mindset you could have Daffy Duck or Wile E. Coyote in charge.

                                             LEADERSHIP
Leadership, per the dictionary. The position or 'GUIDANCE' of a leader...the 'ABILITY' to 'LEAD'!
Leader per the 'dickhead' dictionary. A person or thing that leads; directing, commanding, or guiding head, as of a group or activity. 

WE SURE ASS HELL AINNA GONNA GETTA NOWHERE WITH THIS DEFINITION!!!

I gonna tell ya, in Glen's own vocabulary, what leadership isa all about!

A Leader has-ta see the BIG picture! I wish to, make that perfectly clear! The whole shish-ka-bob! Not just them delicious slivers of mouth watering steaks! I hope I made that perfectly clear! They must see all the little pieces that make up the whole shish-ka-bob! Notta, justa, the ones they like the bestus! They can't just go "shush" and forget about all the other pieces on the little metal thing-a-ma-bob that runs up through every shish and kabob!

I hope I have made this 'perfectly clear'.  If not, I'll try again!

A true leader, is the glue, the bonding, the cover that holds a book together. A book must have order,  formulated, forming a purpose! (NOTICE, I DID NOT SAY PORPOISE! THAT BE THE DANG TROUBLE, IMAGINE HAVING A BUNCH OF PORPOISES PLAYING!)

Well that's about all I have to say for that! Goodnight and sweet dreams from your dream partner Glen!

    

Sunday, July 22, 2012

THE CITY

I'm relaxed at this moment, no I mean REALLY relaxed!!! I'm going to take this relaxation/meditation thing to a whole new level. When I'm as relaxed as I am right at this moment I usually stumble to bed and I'm talking lights out BABY! I'm going to close my eyes and take some deep breaths and see where my brain takes me or Not! Either way I'm going to hit publish even if I hafta take a nap. So here goes!

I am actually dizzy, extremely hard to concentrate and see the letters on my keyboard. I feel like I did 20 years ago when I had one or two or three too many beers!!!

Any negative thoughts or moments seem to have been washed away. I currently have NOTHING bad to say about ANY ONE. I have crossed over into another time, place, dimension. Hi I'm Todd Glering, I welcome you to GLEN VIEW! A place where there is no sight and the writer is always out of his fricking mind. Tonight's episode "THE CITY." The writer takes you the visitor into a mind like no other, I assure you as the host for 60 years I can only hope there is no other like the mind of Glen View.
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                                                THE CITY
The man is sitting in the backseat of a white 63 Buick, his brother is in the passenger side of the front seat a friend is driving. Their going home in the early morning after working the late shift at the factory. The man looks upon the pitch black night, a light rain lulls him into a daydream at 3 am. His mind's no where as he gazes out, not seeing anything as they drive past the countryside, just as they have thousands of times. No houses nor lights to take away from the lull he finds himself in. He has no inclination to move, his head pressed awkwardly against the glass, feeling the coolness of the mid winter. Lost some where within the vastness of darkness that appears as to go on forever, no thoughts, just total relaxation that one finds after a hard night of physical labor, to just sit, think not upon nothing, for a spell. Forehead
resting momentarily against the rear window with the wish not to move, eyes fixated upon a single drop of rain, through which a whitish glimmering gold light is seen, then countless rain drops merge. Far away a city is growing ever so visible through the rain intensified lens, hazy yet forming in its clarity. A city, grows, like looking through a telescope, growing clearer, brighter, he can't move, time's paused! It cannot be! There is no way he has fallen asleep with his head plastered against the window. Why can't I move? I know I'm on a two lane highway headed home with my brother in the front seat, but why a 63 Buick it's 2012. I'm hallucinating, I'm having an awake dream! The city grows bigger, brighter, a yellowish, bluish, greenish, reddish, whitish light ever changing, a spectrum of all and ever changing shades shine through the gigantic drops of many that began with one. The growing city of magnificent monumental looking buildings grow high into the clouds. Not a whole city but the core, the heart! It seems as it's possibly a mile away. The ever changing colors are the most beautiful he has ever had the privilege to look upon, no dream could compare to what he's now witnessing. It's as though all possible variations of colors have come together surrounding the heart of this magnificently special city. Time's lost, holds no meaning, only the colors of the magically beautiful city, no thoughts flow, so much beauty to take in, the sensations within as full as the colors he is witnessing! Frozen as though forever, or only a fraction of a second, time is meaningless! He has had the 'privilege' to gaze upon! No matter, a dream, a vision, a nighttime/day dream. He knows, nothing else matters! Peace, peace to last a lifetime, this moment captured. He would never see a rain drop, as just a rain drop again! The city shows a golden bluish light from the bottom shining upwards, red turning into yellow from the top downward, then the two lights meet. All shades of the spectrum glow into the center, he gasps as if all air is taken, or given he cannot tell, then his head is released from the glass. The questions of all he ever wish to ask, are no longer relevant. He has seen the city of light. The all encompassing feelings linger as he sits still on the cold winter's night, so snug, so warm, so peaceful. His wish was for time to stop, to capture forever.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

A Little Damage Here, A Little Damage There!

My computer is back after brain surgery. If I like the results I'm going to make appointments for many of the people I know. Damn, I just noticed my spell checky thing-a-ma-bob is gone. Without my spell checky, how am I going to check my spelling? I know, I recently wrote about spell check, but I needa my checky thing! Well let ol'Glen Bob think upon this for a moment. You know I think I may have figured everything out. I wore the spell checky English teacher in my computer to a frazzle, could not take it, noo more! Also apparently no other one volunteered to replace the burnt out teacher. Mercy sakes I'm on my own...golly...I been wanting to start a dictionary of my own with the words the way I hear them. (Remember I'm minus a heap o hearing due to nerve damage.) ((Well a little damage here a little damage there ainna gonna stop ol' Glen!)) Now that I think upon some things, I gotta, an excuse to explain the way I is! What about them silly ass people here in my hometown of Daisyville, I wonder what be their excuses? You know the hell with watching them stupid reality television shows. Shit... that made up fake stuff ain't nothing. I think I'll rig me up a camera and microphone and go convenience store hopping or better still visit them all night big box retailers at about 2am, BABY I'll show you some knee slapping, split yer gut laughing people that be going on, even here in corn country, smackdab in the heart of my country. You know if here in the heartland in a rural area, I see some o the stuff I see and I don't do any mind altering freak-a zoid seeing extra curricular illegal drugs. What might one see in the bigger, freakier, stranger back alley type places? Uwe I don't wanna think about it! I would like to stroll around convenience stores and late night mega stores and recap what I see letting you ride shotgun with me as I narrate, man oh man, there ain't one iota of doubt we would have some fun!!! I like to look a person in the eye and nod or smile to acknowledge them. I reckon I'm old fashion that away with eye contact. I find it personable. Most people see an old gray haired man like me they open the door and smile, or at least make eye contact. I find that exhilerating! Here recently I have had several young ones treat me this way, a common courtesy that I thought was gone! OR... they see this evil looking old man and think, "damn I need to get out of here!" GOODNIGHT FROM GLEN VIEW, I HOPE MY COMPUTER DON'T CRASH NO MORE!! WELL SOMETHING'S WRONG MY PARAGRAPHS HAVE RUN TOGETHER ON YESTERDAY'S POST FROM A DIFFERENT COMPUTER AND TODAY'S FROM MY NEWLY REBUILT ONE. I'll ponder on it GOSH DARN IT!

Friday, July 20, 2012

Many Thoughts

Many abnormalities going on in my life presently. I'm unsure where this post is heading. I doubt it will be one of my funnier ones. One never knows though, does one? Keeping our heads above water to see where the folly of life takes us, is about all the commoners can hope for I reckon!!! (DAMN DON'T YA GET TIRED OF IT SOMETIMES???) My one and only, my first computer of my own, died on me Monday of this week! I'm coming to you from another computer, that seems foreign! Like I'm going behind my first's back. The touch is unusual, everything is off. Monitor too large, too bright, too new! I have thought A LOT about why it choose to go down when it did. Defies any logic my brain can reason out. You see, protection was being installed, to keep it safe. That's where I cannot wrap my feeble brain into this equation??? Is not safeuards NORMAL? I'm asking, because I have been in this computer world for only two years! I thought it to be like insurance against craziness on whomever's part! You know like uninsured motorist or a lightning bolt. The installation of the safeguard gave it a heart attack! Yep!!! That's when it went... ca-put... died on ol' Glen! It be the same protection as the previous two years. It plum fried my Compy's brain! My Compy's in the Computer Hospital undergoing a brain transplant. It makes no sense to a common man how such a thing could happen at that moment. Compy had been hitting on all cylinders. I feel like a twelve year old with a new bicycle that chained his bicycle to one of them old fashion bicycle racks. Anticipating total safety while going into the movie theatre to see Pink Panther, upon coming out of the theatre my new bicycle is gone it's gone along with the whole fricking bicycle rack. I sure never saw that coming! Them Virus things you hear about, being careful not to open up anything you don't trust. DAMN!!! I dare say, my opening up of anything is about as simple as one can get in this techno, gizmo, marvel world we live in! I be as simple as the old checkers game in the world of computering! Yes I am! Reminds me of a healthy 'as a horse' athlete receiving an injection of 'protect you' vaccine then dying from the vaccine! I JUST DON'T GET IT!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

sPeeL cHekc...

After writing a post of mine that I had more fun typing than a Zoo full of monkeys here in Daisyville! When I get in one of my many moods or zones or spirits or whatever!!! I actually type like the maniac 'I AM!' My mind be motoring like on that German road where there is no speed limit, the autobahn, bohemian rhapsody or somethun! I'm teaching myself to type and write, I'm sure you have figured that out by know. By the way I say "HOWDY!" That be hillbilly talk for "how you doing" OR "waas up!" Maybe not, but sure seemed funny in my head before I typed it!

The title of this here post is whatever I wrote up above! Haha! I be a smart ass today! I screw up the spelling on so many words it be easier to redo the words not in yellow on my 'spell checky' teacher thing built inside my computer. Man oh man! That there one itty-bitty feature seems like a miracle to us old 'codgers' that remember the old days! You know'sa what I find soo funny? In actuality, taint been that long ago!

(((i see yer asking yourself why did that old fart use that word taint fer? think about it!)))

The adventure in home computers did not hit until the eighties. Wow take off 30 years off my age and I was a man on top of my game then! Shit! I just wish I knew it then!!!

I was working in the Plastic Injection Molding/Finishing Industry, we began molding Tandy Computers for Radio Shack. It was a large one piece unit that looks like a dinosaur now! Take into consideration today's cell phone computers sheesh... out of this world baby!!! Soon after that we began molding for a new company called Apple.

Lordy! I never would a thunk from such humble beginnings, we would see what we now have! The technology is changing so fast! I don't have the proper vocabulary!

I think I'll throw in a little story bout now, if you don't mind?"

Once upon a time in the early sixties of the last century. Damn! I didn't feel so old until I said it that way! There was this paper boy, that be me. One of my stops delivering newspapers was a factory. A twelve yer old boy walking through the office part of of a modern factory of that time. I was in awe of these big monstrous, futuristic looking whatch-a-ma-call-them-then! This was the brain of the ancient computers. Tall, maybe half the size of a refrigerator, something like them old reel to reel recorders was visible through the top glass portion.

GLEN-U-MENTARY TIME!  Sure seems funny, that in certain areas we have warped light years into the future. Yet in other areas we seem to have gone backwards!

Technology at our fingertips, a communication autobahn on steroids! The information highway where communication is done through wires and satellites bounced every where and no where!!!

In my lifetime of 60 years I see communication of meaningful things at an all time low! How so?

All the 'Twittle Dums and Twittle Dees" are a Twittering and a Facebooking themselves into information overload! Who gives a rat's ass about every fricking move, any one makes!!! Does ones think themselves so IMPORTANT that they must text every move they make, to make themselves seem like their life is important!

I CERTAINLY SEE WHERE THE COMPUTER HAS CHANGED LIFE FOR THE BETTER! WITH ALL MEANINGFUL THINGS COMES A DOWN SIDE! IN MY YEARS OF VIEWING THE BEGINNINGS, THE NOW AND THE FUTURE, I QUESTION MANY THINGS????    Glen!

Saturday, July 14, 2012

THE DAISYVILLE DOOZIE!

I been thinking about starting a newspaper here in Daisyville. The stories I could tell would set it apart, waaay apart. Do it from humor, now more than ever we need humor. Humor never goes out of style!

Not much humor in the every day world of EVERY DAY news, is there? The type of shaking your head humorously, meaning complete disgust is not my kind of humor! You cannot control yourself, you must know what is going on in the world! Why? That also gives you a bad feeling deep in your stomach! Why do I care?

Where does all these news worthy stories come from? Did people actually attend college to write, produce, direct, tell these news stories?

How many different ways can you tell, of death, destruction, embezzlement, wars, politicians, etc.

Do real people, 'we commoners,' tax paying, hard working families, that do not ask, nor take handouts, give one iota about what those Hollywood Stars are doing. I don't think so!!!

We're too busy, being busy, surviving! It be awfully hard to find humor anywhere!

We be working our brains and bodies to early break downs, raising our children, doing what 'commoners' do!

What do 'real people,' 'common people' do!

WE PAY BABY! WE PAY FOR EVERY FUCKING THING GOING ON IN THE WORLD TODAY!!

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So much for humor heh! That's why WE need humor! WE must get away from what is killing us! The daily every day fucking SAME-O, SAME-O IS WHAT'S KILLING US!

Instead of television, newspaper, computers, cell phones, take a walk with your children. SEE life for what 'you' SEE it! Not what the mass manipulators of ruination are telling you. Damn our minds should be clear to think for ourselves. Hug, laugh, love family, rather than texting them! I don't care what any one says! Texting I Love You, ain't NEVER going to be as good as receiving the measurable love of a hug and to see the words "I Love You," Spoken!

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I want my newspaper to be called "The Daisyville Doozie." Yep, uh huh! You read me right. I want my newspaper to tell y'all stories you ainna gonna see no's where else!!! Hallelujah! I feel the power rising from deep within all of us who are tired! TIRED of them money hungry lobbyist bought "polluterticians"! Amen! Them "polluterticians" (i ainna gonna waste one capital letter of mine on them!) They done polluted the economies of the world BABY!!!

Okay so much for humor heh! We gots to have 'real people,' 'commoners' leading the way!

This has been a Glen-u-mentary, paid for by all the good o'l inmates of GLEN VIEW!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Crap On, Crap Off!

YOU KNOW I CAN UNDERSTAND, IF WHEN READING MY MEANDERING INNER WORKINGS, I LOVINGLY AND LAUGHINGLY CALL GLEN VIEW. IF YOU THINK TO YOURSELF "I DON'T KNOW HOW TO TAKE THIS FELLA?" PERFECTLY UNDERSTANDABLE, I HAVE THE SAME THOUGHTS!!! SO JUST TRY TO SMILE, LAUGH OR MY FAVORITE AT WORK RIGHT NOW... I SHAKE MY HEAD AND KEEP ON TRUCKIN!   (I WASSA THINKIN ABOUT WHAT TO CALL THIS BUNCH O WORDS.) THEN IT HIT ME! THERE WAS A COMMERCIAL WHERE YOU CLAP TO TURN THE LIGHTS ON, OR OFF. THE MAGIC DAYS OF THE 'CLAPPER', THEN THE WORD CRAPPER HIT! (THE CRAPPER BE SLANG FOR COMMODE, TOILET, OUT HOUSE ETC.. I HATE USING ALL THESE HIGHLY EDUCATED WORDS ON YOU, BUTT... A TID BIT OF WHERE THIS SHENANIGAN OF A POST IS HEADED.  CAUTION READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!  I DID HAVE A BLAST WRITING IT, TRUTH IS SILLIER THAN FICTION!!! HA HA!
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I'm sorry I don't know where this bit of silliness I'm about to write will 'end,' 'but' I don't think it can go much lower than what I'm about to say. I made a late night jaunt in my work truck to a sister plant. On the way back I got light headed from inhaling diesel fumes, from all the commercial trucks. (That be my way of making an excuse for where my mind was!) I had one pallet jack on my almost empty truck and some cleaning supplies. Oh my, what have I gotten myself into? There was a pallet with two boxes of trash bags, a box of hand cleaner, a box of them fold up paper towels, two of them plastic brushes that clean up inside the toilet yuck, and one industrial size box of toilet paper.

Pure silliness within my head, flashes an old commercial, I remember seeing on television, most likely hundreds of times, you know how them Air-headed-ass-holes-advertisers, repeat them !@#ING commercials, brainwashing you, bombarding you with the name of their new, improved, better, whatever, whatch-a-ma-call-it product. I have no idea how old this commercial is, 'butt' I remember a man, sitting in a little rink-a-dink boat after someone flushes the toilet. The whole thing is about this liquid cleaning that there toilet bowl, antiseptically clean and this little man in the bowl somewhere, hopefully up top in the clean water fighting not to fall overboard, as them special blue cleansing waves flow by. I think he was called the Tidy Bowl Man or something to that effect.

Yes there is a point here! Just hang onto yer breeches or I'll put you into that little dinky boat with the little man and flush! (Goodness gracious I'm feeling mean tonight OR crazier than ever, from them !@#$ing diesel fumes!)
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((( Oh! Oh! Oh! I interrupt this stupid 'ass' whatever it is, to bring you a real funny, I see-d last week, a true story from here in my hometown of Daisyville.)))      [oh yes, and i did mean to say see-d, and amma gettin sillier by the moment, and i ain't inhaling no diesel fumes! SCARRY, I KNOW!!!!]

Last week at Special Needs Are Us, where I work and where others... well I'm not quite sure what they DO! But when I figure it out, you'll be the first to know! There was this young man pushing a pallet jack with empty pallets back out of the way with his right hand. Now picture this, he is already wearing them low riding shorts and they are a starting to ride l-o-w-e-r, as he walks, and a pushin, butt, butt, his other hand has something in it, a super size styrofoam cup, filled with delicious, cool, icy, caffeine loaded drink. Them shorts are a drooping!  I'm telling ya! I am mesmerized, wondering what's gonna happen! I'm already laughing. Them shorts are reaching the critical point! He reaches down with his left hand to pull up his breeches! Suddenly he realizes, he cannot accomplish his mission, he has a cool, refreshing drink! I think "them shorts are gonna go!!!" I'm laughing out loud! Better than watching The Three Stooges after school as a ten year old! Can't get a grip with his left hand, right hand busy pushing the pallet jack! Critical mass has been reached, he saves the day, OR kept from being an ass, or showing his ass! He stops just as them shorts, was short, of leaving the last hold up on his buttocks! He weren't about to spill that cool, refreshing drink, no way Jose! That lightning fast right hand o' his pulls loose of that jack handle and grabs his breeches in the nick of time! Mission accomplished! He saves his drink and keeps from showing his ass simultaneously! What a man! What a man!
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So on the way back from our sister company after dropping off a couple pallets of real factory stuff, I was fortunate enough to have the pleasure of dropping some important supplies off to them. One new dust mop, with a brand new dust head, whew-wee... they'll be soo happy... I dropped by! I ain't done yet! It be like Christmas in July! Two boxes of urinal something or the other! Issa figure, that's all I need to know about that! Hey... I ainna done yet! Now what would go right nicely with a new dust mop and the new dusty doo-dad? Yep! A box of garbage bags!

Okay I'm not done o thinkin! Sometimes I think "I'm on the bottom rung of the ladder at work" or as I have thought many a times "I always seem to get the shit end of the stick!"

I accomplish my mission with my head held high! I may be getting on in years, but I can still deliver, probably the most expensive toilet paper that my associates will ever wipe their asses with, diesel fuel well over three dollars a gallon. That big ass box of toilet paper and them mighty important things on my truck was the only thing on my truck fer nearly 70 miles. You know life has to be good and funny if you're on overtime delivering toilet paper! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS, MAY YE NEVER RUN OUT OF TOILET PAPER!!!         "C-L-A-P OFF"
You know I had a heap o fun writing this silliness and sit on it for a few days. if you can't laugh at your-glen, then you can't laugh at NOTHING!!! gOOd nIGHt.....................................

Monday, July 9, 2012

Birds of Prey and The Common Man!

Let's play 'Is there Anything On My Mind?' This might be a short post, nothing seems to be stirring in my mind. That be most unusual! Perhaps the heat wave with over 100 degree temperatures might be the end of Glen View. My last active brain cell is burnt out ( just like the capacitor did on my air conditioning unit Friday) and my inner voices have fled some where's else! Oh well it was fun while it lasted! It was for me, I can't speak for you!

My goal was simple... to be me... I want to write like the conversations I have with others, sometimes funny, sometimes serious, I try to steer clear of the darkness that once almost destroyed me. I give my opinions on everyday matters that touch me. Sometimes good, sometimes negative. After all we are both and cannot separate them no matter how much we wish, we're just regular men and women that simply wish to survive! We're animals that want to raise our children, pass off the baton to the next generation. Oh! Oh! Oh! With the least amount of hassles we can! That there boys and girls is where all hell breaks loose.

I wish to give to y'all out there my sense of humor. It's hard to find sometimes, I must dig deep, below the frost line, that frost my balls, from the silliness, that take us down!

I'm a thinker, off the simple man's type. I never went to college, I dare say most of the people of the world have no college. I like to think of myself as the common man, with a stroke of common sense, as I paint my canvas.

I'm also an observer, I see all, that happens around me in my everyday simple, common man's world. I witness all the good and all the bad and every speck in between. For some reason I feel the need to write about mine, a "common man's" perspective.

I've read and heard the word 'commoner' all my life. My first reaction to that word is British, where I first heard of the 'royalty' and the 'commoner.' I reckon we 'commoners' of the world are the vast majority, always have been. We are the laborers of the world. We build, we make, we create the next generations of 'commoners.' We pay taxes today just as always for the 'royal', the 'polluterticians' as I prefer to call them. There be so many names for types of governments, you need a college education to explain them all!!!

I wish to beak it down common language! There be the types that 'prey' on humanity. Humanity be us baby! WE the common person!

I'll use the dictionary's definition of 'prey.' Plunder, booty, an animal hunted or killed for food by another animal, a person or thing that falls victim to someone or something, the mode of living by preying on other animals, TO MAKE PROFIT FROM A VICTIM BY SWINDLING.     (Oh my goodness the definition is so much better than I thought!)

So they the 'rulers, royalty, politicians, bankers, the crust of society' are the bird's of prey. We are the rodents the rabbits, the expendable armies that have always fought their wars! We the commoners do that WHY?

Do we know no better? That's how it's always been ... seems to me through history!

Most interesting the symbol of the U, S. of A. is the eagle. Eagles look down from up above and swoop down on their prey and go back to their high nests. For they know it's their land, they are the mighty, their the kings and queens of the kingdom. All they have to do is keep the prey, their commoners for food, for taxes, to pay interest on loans. Their so smart they take our taxes and our finest young men to fight unjustified wars!!!    Nothing has changed since the beginning of time has it?

SEEMS LIKE A GOOD PLACE TO END!   Glen  (I reckon there was a little something up there after all!)

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Old Fashion!!!

IT HAS BEEN A STRANGER THAN NORMAL WEEK HERE IN MY HOMETOWN OF DAISYVILLE. THIS POST IS A HODGEPODGE OF A WEEKS THOUGHTS THAT I NEVER GOT TO COMPLETE. RATHER THAN HAVING MORE LOST POST I'M GOING TO POST THIS ANYWAY. I HOPE YOU FIND SOMETHING TO LAUGH AT OR THINK ABOUT!

 My whole life I have felt, out of place, odd, unusual etc.... I have always felt as though I'm from another place, another era, another planet, another dimension, re-incarnated, whatever etc... you get the picture.

I did like, for the most part "The Fifties". A television with three channels in black and white was magically wonderful. School was learn-till-your-brains-falls-out, but wonderful, doors were opening in a child's mind. A train set made of metal that ONLY went around on a metal track with a lite, belching smoke was totally fun! Me and my brother shared this for Christmas, but the amazement and joy still lingers inside to this day! Playing in the gravel at grandma's house during summer vacations with a hand me down metal wheel-less 45 Chevrolet like grandpa's was pure childhood fun. Imagination was the trick for a me. Fun could be manufactured out of anything!
(I find myself slipping away from what I started to write, imagine that!)

I find myself regressing backwards as the rest of the world accelerates forward much too fast! Less seems more, for me! For those of you that have read more than a few blogs of mine you will understand.

So many things going on in the world will either propel us light years ahead into a new and improved or send us backwards, big time. How far backwards might we go? Imagine a world without electricity and satellites! Scarrry, ain't it! We would never survive!!! Without electricity we could not exist. The modern man, woman and child, would have no reason!

Modern man would cease, not from water, food, rather the withdrawl from all the gizmo's, for which some could not, 'live' without! When them satellites stop bouncing signals for modern computer addicts, especially the cellphone junkies, that haf-ta text while driving!!!

"Okay! Okay! Okay! "You know what time it is when you here those words, heeere's Joe Pesky, an inner voice of mine, that speaks his mind, OR is it my mind sheesh... I'm so old, it I can't tell anymore!!!

Back once more, by popular demand, Joe Pesky. "There ain't one frickin MORON that does not know it's wrong to text while driving! What the !@#k we gotta do, teach it as part of the driving test in order to obtain a drivers license! Okay, okay, okay, lookee here it be this simple. The officer pulls Jimmy Four Fingers or Sally Red Nails over for textin while driving and hands out a ticket for STUPIDITY! They must appear in front of Your Honor Benjamin Jefferson Washington."

Joe again "You pay your fine the first time, but you find yourself up once more in front of B. J. W. for the same thing, ah oh, you in trouble with the law big time and listen to B. J. W.!!"

B. J. W. says, "I see this is your second time in front of the bench for STUPIDITY. I give everybody one chance no matter how stupid! I'm a forgiving man! You have to make a choice, mind ya, it must be a hard choice for your now in front of me twice, for STUPIDITY! Would you like to be able to drive, or not? Seems all you have to do is... not text while driving, a perfectly simple most rational thing to do while operating a potentially lethal weapon!" 

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I worked alongside a young man that has only been employed 3 weeks the other day. Every, 3 to 5 minutes he took his cellphone out and played them letters as if that cellphone was an actual part of him! He knows he should not be doing that while at work, but damn it! He could not help himself! I was in deep thought about what the !@#k could he be textin at 2 am. Has to be a bud or his girl. He be carrying on an actual conversation while working, all the time knowing it's a no no! He could not help himself!!! That's the sad and scarry part.

Sue a friend at work told this young man, "your not suppose to be on your cellphone while on the clock."

This young man tells her, "I'm not doing anything wrong!!!"

With that mentality, is textin while driving wrong? Apparently NOT!

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I'm rambling more than unusual I feel. You see I started this post several days ago and have not finished it, I have not had the time so RANDY THE RAMBLER has replaced many days of meandering rambling. The temperature has been 100 degrees or higher the last several days and ol' Glennie don't lik-a this kind a temperature has flat !@#$ing-fried-what-bit-of-a-brain-I-have-left! (By the way I like them cute little wavy lines ~ ~!)

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I was working with a friend and our conversation turns to leadership, OR, RATHER, THE LACK THERE OF!

DAMN! AIN'T IT THE TRUTH! COULD IT BE AS SIMPLE AS THAT?

COMMUNICATION, OR RATHER, THE LACK THERE OF?

WORK ETHICS, OR RATHER, THE LACK OF!

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"ONCE UPON A TIME; NOT ALL THAT LONG AGO, ACTUALLY! BEING CALLED OLD FASHION MIGHT BE THOUGHT A BAD THING! I DON'T LOOK AT IT THAT WAY! MATTER OF FACTLY I WOULD CONSIDER THAT A COMPLIMENT AT THIS STAGE OF MY LIFE. YES I RECKON I AM OLD FASHION! ~~~ I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN 4TH OF JULY MEANT SOMETHING. FAMILY FUN UNDER A SHADE TREE, WATERMELON, POTATO SALAD, HAMBURGERS, HOT DOGS.... FIREWORKS... THOSE FIREWORKS MEANT MORE THAN BEAUTY AND BOOMS, IT WAS A CELEBRATION TIME WITH REAL MEANING. TOGETHERNESS... ONES PULLING TOGETHER TO CREATE A NEW WORLD THAT STOOD FOR SOMETHING.... HAS ALL THAT BEEN REDUCED TO TOYS AND GIZMO'S.... TEXTING AT WORK FROM BOREDOM... MAYBE WE NEED TO GO BACK A SPELL AND RECAPTURE WHAT IS BEING PROGRAMED OUTTA US! ~~~  CAN EVERYBODY IN THE FUTURE SURVIVE IN THE DIRECTION WE'RE GOING? I THINK NOT....

SEEMS TO ME TO MOVE AHEAD WE NEED TO DROP BACK, PUNT, LINE UP A-NEW, WITH SMARTER ONES DIAGRAMMING THE PLAYS BEING RELAYED THROUGH SATELLITES NOW!!! 

IS THIS WORLD BEING CREATED FROM ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, CREATING ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, FOR THE PERMANENT NON-INTELLIGENT? (my oh my, i don't know what i said there, please excuse me, as it seems to make some sense, in the world of today!)

I FEAR THE ADDICTION OF INSTANTANEOUS, GOTTA HAVE ALL NOW IS SENDING CIVILIZED MAN BACKWARDS! IT'S AN ADDICTION FAR GREATER THAN EVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE.

WE HAVE JUMPED OUT OF THE GATE WITH THE MOST AMAZING INVENTION "EVER" COMPUTER TECHNOLOGY!!! HARNESSING IT FOR THE GOOD OF MAN, TO ME IS THE TRUE "GOD PARTICLE," LIKE EVERY THING IT CAN BE MISUSED! MONEY, POWER IS CURTAILING WHAT SHOULD BE GOOD FOR ALL MANKIND INTO AGAIN ANOTHER WAY TO DESTROY OUR FUTURE IN WAYS NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE WHEN I WAS A CHILD!

WHY DO I FEAR THE FUTURE? THERE MAY NOT BE A FUTURE FOR MOST. WE ARE BEING MANIPULATED BY THE MASS MANIPULATORS "EVIL" IN WAYS UNHEARD OF, NOT ALL THAT LONG AGO. THE EVIL DOERS STILL DO IT, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT!!! THE NUMBERS ARE BIGGER AND SEEM TO BE IN THEIR FAVOR!!!

Ah! I'm an old man that feels out of place, that I agree on! I wear the badge of being old fashion as the highest honor EVER! I wish ALL could join me for a spell and feel not the bad of my childhood, FEEL THE WONDERS OF WALKING TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD MOM AND POP STORES FOR A SIX OUNCE COCA-COLA ON A HOT SUMMER DAY. RIDING MY BICYCLE TO THE BEAUTIFUL OLD MOVIE HOUSE THAT ONCE HAD VAUDEVILLE SHOWS, SILENT PICTURES. RIDE THE STAIRCASE TO MEMORIES WHERE YOUR IMAGINATION LEFT YOUR BODY AND JUMPED INTO THE SCREEN. WHEN COUNTY FAIRS WAS THE THRILL BEYOND ALL THRILLS. FOURTH OF JULY FIREWORKS SEEM TO RATTLE HEAVEN'S DOOR. FAMILY WAS EVERYTHING. ( If you do not understand those words, then I'm sorry!) SCHOOL WAS LEARNING BUT HOW WE LOVED OUR RECESS, KIDS RUNNING, PLAYING, BEING KIDS YOU SEE.

SOME WHERE ALONG THE LINE, WE HAVE LOST PART OF OURSELVES. NO I DON'T THINK IT WAS INTENDED BY WE THE PEOPLE, YET IT HAS HAPPENED SADLY. WHO DO I BLAME? WE ALL ARE GUILTY! WE'RE NOT PSYCHIC, WE'RE MERE MORTALS THAT DO OUR BEST!!!   IT DOESN'T MATTER I'M JUST ONE OLD MAN BUILDING HIS OWN CASKET SLOWLY AND SOUNDLY!

WHAT I FEAR IS OUR CHILDREN HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED WHAT I DID GROWING UP IN WHAT SEEMS LIKE THE AGE OF INNOCENCE. GOLDEN AGE OF WONDERFUL, IMAGINATION, LOVE. I NEED ONLY GRAVEL AND A WHEEL-LESS 45 CHEVROLET LIKE MY GRANDPA'S.   I've rambled too much, goodnight my friends. Glen

Monday, July 2, 2012

JOE PESKY SPEAKS HIS MIND!!!

Here in Daisyville it's sillinines per usual only... worse. Weather be over 100 degrees here in corn country. Corn is scorched, brains done fried, yep! Just when ya think it cannot get nooo worse, it does! You know there is refried beans and.... I think some.... got refried brains, yep that be my take on things. That be the ONLY way to sum up what is going on here in Daisyville. It ain't flu season, but something be draining liquids fom bodies... and-a them already silly brains, who-wee!

I ainna gonna pick on them youngins, nope, nada, huh-uh! It be them older ones that SUPPOSE to  be smarter, and-a they AINNA!!!!!! Ah-oh! I feel some testifying comin on, yes I do!!!
Whether it be the local Convenience Store or them big businesses of the world. Man oh man! Is them Chem Trails taking hold over the heartland of America, OR WHAT???

Them young-ins brains! Who-wee! I understand where they be a comin from! A-causin, we the earlier generations have built the world of tomorrow in too few a years. TOO QUICKLY! Amen, brothers and sisters! Them young minds took a hold of that line, HOOK, LINE AND SINKER!

We have spoiled their minds way, too quickly, instead of developing technology at a reasonable speed! It's grown too fast! They have gone from the titty/diaper mode, to textin, al the information at their fingertips too soon. Information highway my ass! They went from crawling, waddling, to beyond the galaxie at mega warp speed. Uh huh! I know some of you out there are getting what this here ol' man be talking about.

I best explain some I reckon, maybe I'll give a sermon, I'm not sure yet, but I wish to see where this goes, coming from a man that grew up in the fifties and sixties. I know no one that has been born since the onslaught of too much, too soon generation will be reading my meandering madness. Shucks! They be too busy frying their brains and sperm counts from the microwave emissions from the ever increasing battery power of the newest, most improved instant communication worldwide universal information highway!!! Dang, am I wound up tonight brothers and sisters.

I was at a Convenience Store a couple days ago while on my midnite run, where the 1 AM temperature be hotter than a normal high for a May day. ( Inner thought! I for one NO LONGER know what NORMAL  'anything' BE ANYMORE!!! )  This old fat fart, needs a cool, refreshing drink. I have been drinking a lot o water, but I felt the need for some icy coolness with a mite of a kick, you know what I'm a saying here? I lookee at a display as soon as I come in the door, you know what I see? The biggest damn-O-can-O-yee-haw-mountain dew I ever did see!!! I thought it be a display gimmick thing you see! But NO! I pick one of them mega-mountain dew cans up, who-wee! Twenty four ounces of caffeine loaded mountain dew sugary laden caffeine rocky mountain high deliciousness, for them there modern man junkies, we are a making! If-fun, I be a correcto-mundo, that be a mite over 100 mg's of caffeine! All I can say is a BIG "YA-HOO-YIP-PEE-YI-YA!"

Don't laugh, that ainna nothing, compared to them other caffeine loaded lightning bolt drinks of today. Makes my ol' heart beat faster just thinking of them!

A couple years ago I worked with a man about 40 that drank one of them drinks EVERY break. His personality, would change. He were what I have heard others describe, as having the body of a "Slim Jim", you know one of them meaty skinny treats they never sell, or do they... at Convenience Stores, long and skinny. Well one day, I had to see fer me-self, how much caffeine is in one of them zoom-ta-warp-speed drinks! 140 mg's in one 18 ounce serving, so's if Slim-a-Jimmy, drinks 3 a night, how the hell does he ever sleep???

"Okay!~ Okay!~ Okay!... An inner voice of mine wishes to say a few words. Ah oh! Introducing Joe Pesky!

"What kind of lame brain !@#$ing-moron would drink so much caffeine, especially since he is old enough to !@#$ing know better! There was this 14 year old girl that that made the news recently that drank over 500 mg's of caffeine loaded drinks, upon a dare and had a heart attack! What the hell is-a-matter with you parents? Are you nin-ca-poops for parents, drinking soo much caffeine and get your babies hooked on it through the mothers milk or what???"

I ask Joe "Damn Joe aren't you being awfully hard on these parents?"

Joe Pesky replies in a rather pestery manner! "Hard my ass! They're destroying their own kids, by giving them too !@#$ing stuff, that is BAD for them! Starting a few generation back, we began spoiling our kids, by giving them what we never had. We wished to give them everything, that we as parents did not have growing up! Material things, we forgot what the most basic of things that we must do to guide them children properly, such as love, time, a firm yet guiding hand. Out of what we wished for, toys we never had, has evolved into both parents having to work to buy all the recent, fads, gizmo's, electronic hand held mind numbing self-destruction toys outta hell! Quite simply the love, guidance, firmness of directing children into adulthood has given way to cellphone madness and totally dependent upon friends and textin. By the next generation sex will be done through the aid of a cellphone! Jeez! It's most likely there already! They just dial them forbidden numbers! Parents don't know, do they?"

I try to calm Joe Pesky down, he is as fired up like the FOURTH OF JULY FIREWORKS! "Damn Joe I did not wish for you to work yourself up! I did not know you cared so deeply!"

"Well excuuuse me!!!" Joe fire's back! "The previous generations have over-immunized, over allowed the BIG CORPORATIONS to prey upon the almighty $, by taking advantage of us, as meaningful well intending parents. The TV AND ALL THE ELECTRONIC TOYS HAVE BECOME THE TOOLS OF RAISING YOUNGSTERS! All the additives, pesticides, fluoride, the list goes on and on are destroying the minds! It's not about spending money on education, it be about educating ourselves and taking back control of our lives, our children, our future children. Mental illness as well as all other illnesses are the epidemic, possibly pandemic, we have inadvertently created by not being responsible!"

"We as in the past generations have reaped the rewards and are handing off to the least every likely to handle. The least educated poorly unscripted mega-monolith created Conglomerates that have lead us, the previous generations to where we are now, at this point in time. "We The People" of not just The United States Of America have taken the bait, dangled in front of us, for many generations. The rest of the world just as we, are in bad shape."

"Is a new generation evolving to take hold of the most horrific, ghastly reins, WE, as in past generations have led you to. I fear so bad for you the children of today and tomorrow for, WE, have led you with our head under the sand, I fear, from too much of everything, that we could buy! We have done it through what we thought was love, unknowningly,  led, hook, line and sinker!"

"We enter the dawn of a new era, placing squarely upon YOUR SHOULDERS the HOPE for TOMORROW! I hope! Despite all the obstacles we have put you in, that evolution of a new species, through help of forces, WE have not capitalized on, will lighten you load and LIGHT your way!"

"PLEASE FORGIVE US, FOR WE KNOW WHAT NOT WE DID!" Glen and Joe Pesky.....



Sunday, July 1, 2012

A Tad Off Kilter...

I have been extremely tired for about a week and feeling a tad off.

"A tad my asss, why don't you tell your friends the truth!" That be my inner voice.

Okay already, shut up, damn untrainable inner voices... sheesh! I could enjoy life a heap better if my inner voices would leave me be! Ah come on don't tell me you out there in Blogdom don't think to yourself about the same things ol' Glennie does! (I know! I know! You ain't silly enough to talk of your silliness!) I think sometimes it be funny and if ya can't laugh at yourself ... then you ain't got a sense of homor!

Occasionally a tiredness creeps into me. I have never been able to identify the exact cause, although the common denominator sees to be body aches like a cold, hay fever, just slightly off kilter, mentally as well as physically. Kinda like my whole body is a step behind, if that makes any sense! I make myself do my work and activities but I'm discombobulated somehow.

I have been writing as usual but what I have scribbled in felt incomplete, as if I'm not actually saying what I wish to say. It is mighty hard to tell if ol' Glen is just in a brain fog, causin I have always been in one, I reckon. What I write feels incomplete, actually makes me feel more incomplete because, I always write incomplete. You see what I just wrote and if you understand what the !@#k I said "HELLO" welcome to Glen View, your my kind of people!

I suppose one might say it's like being in a funk, you know fogginess. Yeah! I like that! When the night is clear it be so nice. A foggy night makes it much harder to navigate, straining all your senses for clarity. You slow down while driving and hope for the best and look for the white lines painted on the highway. All the time hoping there's no obstacles you cannot see. Man I hate driving under these conditions! Somehow it's entered my brain and if that ain't a hoot!

I have so many stories I wish to write about I think it's creating a big pile up on my brainway. There up there, but baby they ainna coming out the way I want! I feel as though my brain is alive and kicking as well as ever, but in between the take off and the landing. How do I explain it? I know! I know!

It's as though The House of Representatives, The Senate and The President have become involved! Now you understand my dilemma. A bunch of Deadheaded, Deadlocked Dummies can't work together, that be FOR SURE!

I got me a bunch of inner voices saying "listen to me, tell my story, go this way, go that way." I hope I have made myself perfectly clear OR NOT!

I know! I know! I'll start a lottery for my inner voices I lovingly call "missfits." I'll put Joe Pesky in charge. Yeah that be the ticket, who's ever ticket comes up that day I'll let them tell their tales.

Thanks a lot for helping me clarify this funk, fog, whatever! Soon I hope to be back better than ever, with whatever it is I do! I suppose it doesn't matter if your having fun and people from around this here world read my meandering thoughts with stories thrown in every now and then for good measure. Please fly the world of Glen View one post at a time. If nothing else I hope to put a smile on your face. Goodnight wherever ye be! Glen