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!"
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!
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 ~ ~!)
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!
I COULD GO ON AND ON ETC, ETC. ETC,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"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