Happy Thanksgiving, unless you be Mr. Tom Turkey. I'm in a business that works all holidays. Yip-pee!
Sixteen degrees at my house as I type this. It's called winter . . . oops, winter's not suppose to be till December 21, I thought! Old man Winter's getting a head start, huh?
I try to stay away from the news, too depressing. Always deaths, fires, wars, Politicians, headline stuff. Information overload, be destroying us, and we don't even know it. There has always been wars, death, destruction, BAD NEWS! News is reported 24 hours a day, damn don't you get sick of it? Ain't no wonder I get more religious stations and home shopping networks on my free antenna than other channels. I reckon maybe their trying to take our minds off of the everyday tragedy of events that shape our minds. Oh yeah! Our minds are being shaped by shape shifters and we don't know it.
Think I'm crazy don't you? That's true! If the deadly rampages would be back page news, instead of front page news and repeated 24 hours a day, maybe just maybe these chronically deranged ones would not seek their few minutes of fame. Murders, drugs, fires, all bad things go on every friggin day. That's just a fact!. A sorry world we live in, yes! "Always has been!" The cavemen and all other numbskulls since the beginning of time have done terrible things.
I come across a program on T V the other night called Cheaters. This show is where our television producers have lead us in the modern world of monstrosity's, that fill our walls! I remember when we use to have family picture, paintings, books! I'm ashamed to be a member of the human race at times. So we're paying for hundreds of channels and what do we get for our money? "Brainwashing trash!"
YES, I'M THANKFUL ON THIS THANKSGIVING DAY, FOR A LOT OF THINGS. HAPPY TO HAVE HEALTH AND ABLE, TO WORK HOLIDAYS. WHAT I'M NOT THANKFUL FOR, IS THE BRAINWASHING SATURATION OF OUR MINDS. WE'RE BOMBARDED WITH SO MUCH INFORMATION, WE DON'T KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG, LET ALONE BE ABLE TO USE OUR OWN MINDS. IN THIS MODERN WORLD OF EVERYTHING, WITH INFORMATION OF THE WORLD AT OUR FINGERTIPS, WE'RE NOT BETTER OFF! OUR INDIVIDUALITY, IMAGINATION, CREATIVENESS, I. Q. WHERE IS THIS HEADED?
I'm also thankful to be able to relax at the end of the day, by doing some mind cleaning, soul releasing/searching in this forum. Without this I fear I might just give up!
Oh my God! I cannot believe I wear my soul upon my sleeve and place it out there for all to read.
I'm thankful the most on this fine Thanksgiving day for the turkey I'm gonna eat.
I'm thankful for my gift of imagination.
I'm thankful for my gift of dreams. I'm truly a dreamer in a world where we need it most!
I'M GOING TO KEEP ON A PRACTICIN' UNTIL MY FINGERS CAN KEEP UP WITH WHAT LIES IN MY HEART, MY SOUL. MY IMAGINATION. ONE OF THESE DAYS IF I KEEP ON, KEEPIN ON, WELL . . . YOU AINNA SEEN NOTHIN YET!!!!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Lackeys!
A light snow's falling as I get off work. Work went, well, but . . . work is work, you know! We have been busier than a dog chasing its tail! I wonder what the dog would do if it caught it? Probably let out a yip, and not do it again. Nah! I don't think so!
A northern wind blows snow around, it's actually, quite beautiful, exhilarating. So ya know what I did? Yep, got me some tacos, while watching the snow. Little things make you feel, so good sometimes.
I could go on about work, and such things, but I don't wish to go there. We all hafta put up with a bunch of shit, don't we? Now who in their right fricking mind, wants to talk politics? Not me!
Watched a little t v on my little t v. Caught a good chase scene in a movie called Ronin. What is it about a good chase scene? The good ol' boys, chase the bad ol' boys, that we men love. Automobiles, speed, wrecks, just like a demolition derby. My favorite toy as a child was a toy car, you push it into something and it exploded. You snapped the pieces back together and do it over and over, as much as your little heart desires. Didn't take much, if you had a good imagination.
Damn it! I may as well say what's on my mind. Maybe I can funny it up a bit. Little things in life, especially in a working environment can make a huge difference. I'm old school. Is it expecting too much for people, considered adults, since their over 18 to show up on time, clean up after themselves, simple basic common sense stuff? Well apparently . . . it is! There's where the leadership's suppose to step in. Let me reemphasize that, suppose to!!! Don't get ol' Glen wrong now, ya hear! Some, I say soomme, do a pretty decent job. Exceptin', they are a getting, fewer and harder to find, apparently! In todays world, it seems these temporary agencies are common place. Wowsa! Some of da ones that can be placed through these temporary agencies!!! Da ones that are good workers get snatched up most likely. Yep! so whatcha think urrr . . . left? I don't think . . . there right! (ahhahaha, a little funny there!)
I've read many articles over the last several years about the lack of skilled labor in the workforce. This state was once known for manufacturing, here in what I think has been referred to as the rust belt. This articles states, the people don't have the basic math skills. Damnn! How can anyone graduate high school and not have basic math skills?
Menial labor, is that so hard to teach? Menial describes someone fit for servants. Labor might be where the confusion is, I'll look it up.
Labor is physical, or mental; work; toil. Yep! just as I thought! The word work, is the problem. I needn't say NO MORE!
Work . . . I have talked upon, this here word before. Ain't no workin', being taught in school! Notice the dictionary also describes labor as mental work!!! Ya see where's, I be going!
How does we expect our youngins of today to do a menial job, when . . . they ainna been taught how to do the most menial of jobs. What kind of work does the young folk do today. I think farm children do.
Are we giving our children chores, and learning responsibility? Damnn! I like a that word responsibility! It means, obligation, accountability, assuming obligations, able to distinguish between right and wrong, to think, act rationally.
I'll look up the word lack, since that was used in the description about our work force. Lack is, lacking the needed skills.
Lack, see lackluster.
Lackluster, lacking energy or vitality; boring, unimaginative.
Lackadaisical, showing lack of interest or spirit; listless.
Lackey, a follower who carries out another's orders like a servant.
I RECKON, SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE, WE HAVE FAILED. HAVE WE LOVED OUR CHILDREN SO MUCH, WE HAVEN'T PREPARED THEM PROPERLY? HAVE WE DONE ALL THE THINKING FOR THEM? NOT GIVEN THEM THE NECESSARY TOOLS OF LIFE. CAN THE FUTURE BE PREPARED FOR LIVING OFF TEXTING, GAMING, HAVE WE CREATED A WORLD OF REALITY, INSIDE THE MODERN TOYS?
COMMON SENSE, THE ABILITY TO INNERACT WITH REAL PEOPLE. I HAD A YOUNG MAN CALL ME "DUDE" AT A DRIVE UP WINDOW. "HOW'S IT GOING DUDE?" I'M OVER SIXTY YEARS OLD!
COMMN SENSE, IS IT GONE?
MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS TO GET A JOB AND TO CARRY OUT A JOB, I'M WORRIED, I'M SCARED FOR WHAT I WITNESS, NOT JUST IN A WORKING ENVIRONMENT!
DON'T GET THE HAIRS ON THE BACK OF YOUR NECK ALL RILED UP AT ME!
ONE OF MY MANY PET PEEVES IS LEADERSHIP . . . RATHER . . . LACK OF! THERE'S THAT WORD AGAIN!
NO! NO! NO! I DON'T CONSIDER MYSELF SMART, (I have been known to be a smart ass!)
I HAVE A HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION AND HAVE BEEN ATTENDING THE UNIVERSITY OF HARD KNOCKS AND WILL NEVER GRADUATE!
LACKEYS . . . IS WHAT I RECKON, POLITICIANS, RULERS OF THE WORLD WANT ANYWAY. THEY'RE TRYING SO HARD TO ACCOMPLISH THAT. WE MAY BE THERE!
I FIND IT SO LAUGHABLE, THAT A LOCAL TRADE SCHOOL/COMMUNITY COLLEGE, WHATEVER, HAS CREATED A PROGRAM TO HELP THE MANUFACTURERS TO BRING THE WORKFORCE UP, TO PAR, TO DO THE LACKEYS JOBS. WHEN I ATTENDED SCHOOL BACK IN THE CAVEMAN ERA, WE HAD SHOP CLASSES STARTING IN JUNIOR HIGH.
I DON'T KNOW! I SPEND TOO MUCH TIME .. . . THINKING . . . I'M SORRY FOR THAT!!!!!!
A northern wind blows snow around, it's actually, quite beautiful, exhilarating. So ya know what I did? Yep, got me some tacos, while watching the snow. Little things make you feel, so good sometimes.
I could go on about work, and such things, but I don't wish to go there. We all hafta put up with a bunch of shit, don't we? Now who in their right fricking mind, wants to talk politics? Not me!
Watched a little t v on my little t v. Caught a good chase scene in a movie called Ronin. What is it about a good chase scene? The good ol' boys, chase the bad ol' boys, that we men love. Automobiles, speed, wrecks, just like a demolition derby. My favorite toy as a child was a toy car, you push it into something and it exploded. You snapped the pieces back together and do it over and over, as much as your little heart desires. Didn't take much, if you had a good imagination.
Damn it! I may as well say what's on my mind. Maybe I can funny it up a bit. Little things in life, especially in a working environment can make a huge difference. I'm old school. Is it expecting too much for people, considered adults, since their over 18 to show up on time, clean up after themselves, simple basic common sense stuff? Well apparently . . . it is! There's where the leadership's suppose to step in. Let me reemphasize that, suppose to!!! Don't get ol' Glen wrong now, ya hear! Some, I say soomme, do a pretty decent job. Exceptin', they are a getting, fewer and harder to find, apparently! In todays world, it seems these temporary agencies are common place. Wowsa! Some of da ones that can be placed through these temporary agencies!!! Da ones that are good workers get snatched up most likely. Yep! so whatcha think urrr . . . left? I don't think . . . there right! (ahhahaha, a little funny there!)
I've read many articles over the last several years about the lack of skilled labor in the workforce. This state was once known for manufacturing, here in what I think has been referred to as the rust belt. This articles states, the people don't have the basic math skills. Damnn! How can anyone graduate high school and not have basic math skills?
Menial labor, is that so hard to teach? Menial describes someone fit for servants. Labor might be where the confusion is, I'll look it up.
Labor is physical, or mental; work; toil. Yep! just as I thought! The word work, is the problem. I needn't say NO MORE!
Work . . . I have talked upon, this here word before. Ain't no workin', being taught in school! Notice the dictionary also describes labor as mental work!!! Ya see where's, I be going!
How does we expect our youngins of today to do a menial job, when . . . they ainna been taught how to do the most menial of jobs. What kind of work does the young folk do today. I think farm children do.
Are we giving our children chores, and learning responsibility? Damnn! I like a that word responsibility! It means, obligation, accountability, assuming obligations, able to distinguish between right and wrong, to think, act rationally.
I'll look up the word lack, since that was used in the description about our work force. Lack is, lacking the needed skills.
Lack, see lackluster.
Lackluster, lacking energy or vitality; boring, unimaginative.
Lackadaisical, showing lack of interest or spirit; listless.
Lackey, a follower who carries out another's orders like a servant.
I RECKON, SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE, WE HAVE FAILED. HAVE WE LOVED OUR CHILDREN SO MUCH, WE HAVEN'T PREPARED THEM PROPERLY? HAVE WE DONE ALL THE THINKING FOR THEM? NOT GIVEN THEM THE NECESSARY TOOLS OF LIFE. CAN THE FUTURE BE PREPARED FOR LIVING OFF TEXTING, GAMING, HAVE WE CREATED A WORLD OF REALITY, INSIDE THE MODERN TOYS?
COMMON SENSE, THE ABILITY TO INNERACT WITH REAL PEOPLE. I HAD A YOUNG MAN CALL ME "DUDE" AT A DRIVE UP WINDOW. "HOW'S IT GOING DUDE?" I'M OVER SIXTY YEARS OLD!
COMMN SENSE, IS IT GONE?
MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS TO GET A JOB AND TO CARRY OUT A JOB, I'M WORRIED, I'M SCARED FOR WHAT I WITNESS, NOT JUST IN A WORKING ENVIRONMENT!
DON'T GET THE HAIRS ON THE BACK OF YOUR NECK ALL RILED UP AT ME!
ONE OF MY MANY PET PEEVES IS LEADERSHIP . . . RATHER . . . LACK OF! THERE'S THAT WORD AGAIN!
NO! NO! NO! I DON'T CONSIDER MYSELF SMART, (I have been known to be a smart ass!)
I HAVE A HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION AND HAVE BEEN ATTENDING THE UNIVERSITY OF HARD KNOCKS AND WILL NEVER GRADUATE!
LACKEYS . . . IS WHAT I RECKON, POLITICIANS, RULERS OF THE WORLD WANT ANYWAY. THEY'RE TRYING SO HARD TO ACCOMPLISH THAT. WE MAY BE THERE!
I FIND IT SO LAUGHABLE, THAT A LOCAL TRADE SCHOOL/COMMUNITY COLLEGE, WHATEVER, HAS CREATED A PROGRAM TO HELP THE MANUFACTURERS TO BRING THE WORKFORCE UP, TO PAR, TO DO THE LACKEYS JOBS. WHEN I ATTENDED SCHOOL BACK IN THE CAVEMAN ERA, WE HAD SHOP CLASSES STARTING IN JUNIOR HIGH.
I DON'T KNOW! I SPEND TOO MUCH TIME .. . . THINKING . . . I'M SORRY FOR THAT!!!!!!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
GONE POSTAL!!!
Good morning, friends. It's brrr . . . "cold as a well digger's ass," (that's an old saying, I use to hear whan I was a tadpole.) in my neck of the woods! Yep! 22 degrees!!! When this old boy be at work, he can thinka of countless things to write about. Ain't that always the case? I believe I could cure every problem of the world while I'm hopped up on caffeine, sugar and that buzz that I get from just, a workin. That adrenalin keeps this old man's heart a pumping, yes it does. Better than any pills my Dr. prescribes, Makes me feel, ALIVE!!!
The other night whilst I was watching the movie The Last Angry Man, the main character was at the breakfast table getting ready to go to work. He takes a pill, his wife says, "better be careful of taking too many of them. "Dexedrine make me walk faster!" he says.
I'mma, gonna give you one chance to guess what that is? Ah come on people in the 50's they were prescribed like handing out chocolate at Halloween time! DEXTROAMPHETAMINE, USED FOR A STIMULANT AND APPETITE DEPRESSANT!!!!
I readeth, (I lika . . . the waya, that sounds so I leavin in, OKAY,) an article somewhere, where this stimulant Dr. prescribed like candy as treatments for over 200 different things, disorders, or somethun to that effect.
Once upon a time, (No, not necessary to use these words, I just loove to start off a sentence with once upon a time, lika I'm going to tell a fairy tale.) I was watching a documentary about the drugs being given to the German soldiers during World War II. The mustached one, er the leader, was also hooked big time on these drugs. CHOCOLATE . . . (No! no! no! just fooling with ya!)
(((Although I be an addicted to chocolate and sodie-pop!)))
Damnnn! I got to thinkin about chocolate and sodie-pop and plum forgot 'bout what was on my mind! One of these days I won't take my medicine that slows my heart rate down, and drink a bunch o sodie-pop and see where me mind takes me. As me grandma would say, "Lord have mercy, what in tarnation you a doing that fer?"
PLACE GLEN EDITORIAL HERE
(why the fuck, can't these fricking fingers keep up with me, mind? i ain't even @#%^ed up on nothing! man i can't wait for the day my fingers can go as fast as my brain, "Lord have mercy that surely would be a hoot!) automatic writing, spirit writing, spiritual writing, er any other kind o writing makes no difference to mr. glen. i just want to be able to type well, well, not well, as fast at least, as a well digger can dig a well.
No that's not my Glen-a-torial! (I like that, NO I REALLY LIKE THAT! Has a nice o ring to it, MORE real!
We're in our busy season at work, man o man, did I have to work me arse off last night, and work over four hours. Now, I don'ta, lika, overtime, nope, nada, huh-uh!!!! NO SIR!
Well, we having some problems at work, y'know. (I reckon you don't know, just take me word for it as I take you along for the thrill ride!!!) We be trucking right along, y'know, production shite. We go from one job and a piece on the main machine, ainna doing it's thing, called inhibiting. (Hey I don't make this kind of crap up! I'm like a reporter ya ain't never seen before. "I just report the facts mam." That line be from an old ass television show, Dragnet.)
So a machine has a problem, which messes our product up BIG . . . time. We have a heap more to do and the Boss comes in, EXPECTIN to see some work, y'know! You know how some Bosses can be, work, work, production, production and such shite! This here inhibitor thing-a-ma-bob, fricked up! Boss says to me, "Let's see if we can fix it?"
"You talkin to me? huh!huh! So here be me Boss, oh by the way that's what I call her Boss, not her real name, just Boss. She be okay with it, causin she knowsa, howsa, my mind work! (She still allows me to maintain the machine!) Scarry ain't it? We be a talkin, using technical words like "why ain't it workin?" No! We ain't technical wizards! We be shade tree mechanics from the school of hard knocks! We use, ordinary, everyday, Glen Bob words, like I use here. If I don't know the correct mumbo jumbo, fer the what-cha-ma-call-it, I borrow some words from my upbringing, this one I absolutely love, is from my mom. Do-dad, you know, do-dad? Oh yeah! I know Do-dad.
We says, "why ain't it a workin, we just finished one job and it were a working finee!" (Please read . . . slowly . . . I want you to roll, the word fine, now add another e, that be southern folk talk, in the state to where's I live. I will just say "I live around the Ohio river, in the heart of the Midwest, and it ain't close to California or NewYork.)
(((My Hewie Picardo Compie, issa getting right riled at me!!! When I first spelled California I misspelled it, imagine that!!! I spelled it Calfornia. PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE WHERE I WENT A RONG! The red underlining was flashing. I ain't, nevur, seen that afore. My goal is to completely fricking freeze my computer up, by Christmas. Maybe, old Santa will bring me a new more modern one, so as I can't start anew on it!!!
I just quacked, meself up. Boy . . . I have more fun than a barrel of hillbillies typin on my HEWIE JOHN LUKE PICARDO, WHY?? I'LL TELL YOU WHY! I best hurry 'fore my mind changes channels. I have over a hundred channels, and still growing at last count. (I like to use the letter a in some instances, I'm sure you've noticed that! So I used the word a new, and there really is a word anew. Damn blew my mind!!!
I been a thinkin 'bout askin a friend o mine, to interpret what I write for you. He knows me rather well (poor soul!) I think that would be some real fun. Like Cheech and Chong goes postal!! (Ah come on people . . . pleassee, tell me you got that!) I be, a workin me wittle fingers to the bone, a lurnin this righting stuff.
(((I just threw you another one, PLEEAASSEE, tell me you got that!
What's so funny in my mind about asking my friend to do this??? He's from my home state, then moved to California as a lad. He's College educated and writes a blog. He wishes for me to call him Ah Clem, he be funny that way??? He's a real good ol' boy like me and believe it or not we usta have some mighty fine . . . conversations. I haven't seen him in awhile and I miss him. I'm thinkin 'bout surprising him one of these days. Please don't tell him though. I know where he lives, if he reads this, heal, probably move!!!
(((I know! I know! shoulda, coulda, been, [he'll!] Damn . . . where you think you be . . . London?))
THIS HERE POST HAS GONE ON TOO LONG PLUS I FORGOT WHAT MY GLENITORIAL WAS GONNA BE.
This be to my ol' buddy Ah Clem, "How's about me and you teaming up and writa somethun? We be like Cheech and Chong, y'know, only, Ah Clem and Glen Bob, instead of smoking half the Mary Jane Wanna in California, we write y'know. Be like one old hippie (that be you) and me! (an ol' moron.)
OH!!! I JUST GOT A FLASH!!! HOW 'BOUT YOU WRITE THE FIRST POST 'BOUT ME? INTRODUCTION, SO TO SPEAK. CAUSIN THESE FOLKS DON'T KNOW NOTHING 'BOUT ME. KINDA LIKE THAT MOVIE, "CONTACT". THE FIRST ALIEN LIFE FORM TO BE INTRODUCED TO THE WORLD!!! IF'N YOU WANNA, PLEASE E-MAIL IT TO ME AND I'LL POST IT DIRECTLY. (I've not been checking my e-mails, but I will now.)
The other night whilst I was watching the movie The Last Angry Man, the main character was at the breakfast table getting ready to go to work. He takes a pill, his wife says, "better be careful of taking too many of them. "Dexedrine make me walk faster!" he says.
I'mma, gonna give you one chance to guess what that is? Ah come on people in the 50's they were prescribed like handing out chocolate at Halloween time! DEXTROAMPHETAMINE, USED FOR A STIMULANT AND APPETITE DEPRESSANT!!!!
I readeth, (I lika . . . the waya, that sounds so I leavin in, OKAY,) an article somewhere, where this stimulant Dr. prescribed like candy as treatments for over 200 different things, disorders, or somethun to that effect.
Once upon a time, (No, not necessary to use these words, I just loove to start off a sentence with once upon a time, lika I'm going to tell a fairy tale.) I was watching a documentary about the drugs being given to the German soldiers during World War II. The mustached one, er the leader, was also hooked big time on these drugs. CHOCOLATE . . . (No! no! no! just fooling with ya!)
(((Although I be an addicted to chocolate and sodie-pop!)))
Damnnn! I got to thinkin about chocolate and sodie-pop and plum forgot 'bout what was on my mind! One of these days I won't take my medicine that slows my heart rate down, and drink a bunch o sodie-pop and see where me mind takes me. As me grandma would say, "Lord have mercy, what in tarnation you a doing that fer?"
PLACE GLEN EDITORIAL HERE
(why the fuck, can't these fricking fingers keep up with me, mind? i ain't even @#%^ed up on nothing! man i can't wait for the day my fingers can go as fast as my brain, "Lord have mercy that surely would be a hoot!) automatic writing, spirit writing, spiritual writing, er any other kind o writing makes no difference to mr. glen. i just want to be able to type well, well, not well, as fast at least, as a well digger can dig a well.
No that's not my Glen-a-torial! (I like that, NO I REALLY LIKE THAT! Has a nice o ring to it, MORE real!
We're in our busy season at work, man o man, did I have to work me arse off last night, and work over four hours. Now, I don'ta, lika, overtime, nope, nada, huh-uh!!!! NO SIR!
Well, we having some problems at work, y'know. (I reckon you don't know, just take me word for it as I take you along for the thrill ride!!!) We be trucking right along, y'know, production shite. We go from one job and a piece on the main machine, ainna doing it's thing, called inhibiting. (Hey I don't make this kind of crap up! I'm like a reporter ya ain't never seen before. "I just report the facts mam." That line be from an old ass television show, Dragnet.)
So a machine has a problem, which messes our product up BIG . . . time. We have a heap more to do and the Boss comes in, EXPECTIN to see some work, y'know! You know how some Bosses can be, work, work, production, production and such shite! This here inhibitor thing-a-ma-bob, fricked up! Boss says to me, "Let's see if we can fix it?"
"You talkin to me? huh!huh! So here be me Boss, oh by the way that's what I call her Boss, not her real name, just Boss. She be okay with it, causin she knowsa, howsa, my mind work! (She still allows me to maintain the machine!) Scarry ain't it? We be a talkin, using technical words like "why ain't it workin?" No! We ain't technical wizards! We be shade tree mechanics from the school of hard knocks! We use, ordinary, everyday, Glen Bob words, like I use here. If I don't know the correct mumbo jumbo, fer the what-cha-ma-call-it, I borrow some words from my upbringing, this one I absolutely love, is from my mom. Do-dad, you know, do-dad? Oh yeah! I know Do-dad.
We says, "why ain't it a workin, we just finished one job and it were a working finee!" (Please read . . . slowly . . . I want you to roll, the word fine, now add another e, that be southern folk talk, in the state to where's I live. I will just say "I live around the Ohio river, in the heart of the Midwest, and it ain't close to California or NewYork.)
(((My Hewie Picardo Compie, issa getting right riled at me!!! When I first spelled California I misspelled it, imagine that!!! I spelled it Calfornia. PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE WHERE I WENT A RONG! The red underlining was flashing. I ain't, nevur, seen that afore. My goal is to completely fricking freeze my computer up, by Christmas. Maybe, old Santa will bring me a new more modern one, so as I can't start anew on it!!!
I just quacked, meself up. Boy . . . I have more fun than a barrel of hillbillies typin on my HEWIE JOHN LUKE PICARDO, WHY?? I'LL TELL YOU WHY! I best hurry 'fore my mind changes channels. I have over a hundred channels, and still growing at last count. (I like to use the letter a in some instances, I'm sure you've noticed that! So I used the word a new, and there really is a word anew. Damn blew my mind!!!
I been a thinkin 'bout askin a friend o mine, to interpret what I write for you. He knows me rather well (poor soul!) I think that would be some real fun. Like Cheech and Chong goes postal!! (Ah come on people . . . pleassee, tell me you got that!) I be, a workin me wittle fingers to the bone, a lurnin this righting stuff.
(((I just threw you another one, PLEEAASSEE, tell me you got that!
What's so funny in my mind about asking my friend to do this??? He's from my home state, then moved to California as a lad. He's College educated and writes a blog. He wishes for me to call him Ah Clem, he be funny that way??? He's a real good ol' boy like me and believe it or not we usta have some mighty fine . . . conversations. I haven't seen him in awhile and I miss him. I'm thinkin 'bout surprising him one of these days. Please don't tell him though. I know where he lives, if he reads this, heal, probably move!!!
(((I know! I know! shoulda, coulda, been, [he'll!] Damn . . . where you think you be . . . London?))
THIS HERE POST HAS GONE ON TOO LONG PLUS I FORGOT WHAT MY GLENITORIAL WAS GONNA BE.
This be to my ol' buddy Ah Clem, "How's about me and you teaming up and writa somethun? We be like Cheech and Chong, y'know, only, Ah Clem and Glen Bob, instead of smoking half the Mary Jane Wanna in California, we write y'know. Be like one old hippie (that be you) and me! (an ol' moron.)
OH!!! I JUST GOT A FLASH!!! HOW 'BOUT YOU WRITE THE FIRST POST 'BOUT ME? INTRODUCTION, SO TO SPEAK. CAUSIN THESE FOLKS DON'T KNOW NOTHING 'BOUT ME. KINDA LIKE THAT MOVIE, "CONTACT". THE FIRST ALIEN LIFE FORM TO BE INTRODUCED TO THE WORLD!!! IF'N YOU WANNA, PLEASE E-MAIL IT TO ME AND I'LL POST IT DIRECTLY. (I've not been checking my e-mails, but I will now.)
Friday, November 22, 2013
Meandering Silliness, Today!
Just got home from work, a light mist, I mean a really, really, light mist was falling. How light? It's so light I could just barely feel it on the back of my hand. I raise my head up to the sky and it felt so gentle. Such a lovely feeling came over me. I turn towards the yellow light of the parking lot. The miniscule droplets are golden. Beauty . . . I'd reckon! Damn the frustration of work are gone by such a simple thing. I drive over to Taco Bell. I have about 30 minutes until they close. A couple soft taco supremes in me belly uh. uh. uh! It took some time to get such a hard order, two taco supremes. I get to the drive up window and the employees hands me a drink. I said to him "TWO TACO SUPREMES." That was the fourth time I had repeated such a complicated order. He ask me "any sauce?" I say "two mild please." Well now the fine outstanding young man must have some kind of a l-e-a-r-n-i-n-g disability! Guess what? No fricking sauce! I guess late at night he must a been smoking, something other than a cigarette y'know!
I see a help wanted sign on the front door of my favoritiest . . . convenience store.
It reads "help wanted, must be 21 and willing to work."
What bothers me about this help wanted sign?
Must be 21, because they sell booze, OKAY! EVERYBODY sells booze today, don't they?
Help wanted, now what in tarnation do people think their gonna do here? Sit around guzzling sodie-pop and Budweiser, smoking cigarettes, OR whatever all day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Does not? HELP WANTED signify, imply, WORK? (I don't know, I'm soo out of touch today!!)
I happen to be a regular at this convenient store for gas and sodie-pop.
Side note. I filled my Mercury Mountaineer up Tuesday morning gas was $2.99 a gallon. This morning, two days later, it was $3.35, who can figure it???
I know what yer thinkin, "damn big S. U. V. donna, getta, many miles per gallon."Nope, and your right! This here old fat, gray haired man only drives two miles to work . . . and . . . I . . . lika a vehicle that I can fit comfortable in! My knees, back and all other parts of me body, donna, bend like they used to! Ya see, so since my old Van gave out, went ker-plunk... Well now, I be a shopping fer somethin I want in me price range. I be a lookin high and low. DAMN! they want a new price for old things! I be a thinkin, (I know I do that too much!) Let's say you have a five year old, vehicle with 91,000 miles on it, they be askin, waay, too much. I tell myself, "I'mma gonna watch for a ten year old, or so with around 100,000 miles on it. Seems some people think once a vehicle hits that big mark it just goes ker-plunk! Anyways, I finally found one. By the way what does S. U. V. stand for?
Super size are Us Vehicle,
Standard U-s-a Vehicle,
Smarter than U. Vehicle,
Suck Up gas Vehicle,
Stupid Fricking Vehicle,
Enough of that stupid shit!
I absolutely, love, my Mercury Mountaineer! Man that S.O. B. is smart. Apparently it does not like it when the temperature gets below freezing. My ABS light comes on. I don't know what that means. I reckon that computer on me S. U. V. be making it work out or somethun. I watch some commercials on television where people are exercising and show their bellies, looks like they ate rocks or somethun. When my outside thermometer on me Mountaineer gets above freezing the ABS light goes off. It's like, "me don't like cold weather." I gotsa, to step up, to get into that Mountaineer. I find it much easier, than squatting, twisting my body a certain way to get in the other vehicle we have. (I ain't a contortionist!) That little sucker is good on gas, but I can't get out, once I'm in. It must love me and don't want me to get out!
Me and that old Mountaineer are a lot alike. Been around the block a time or two, still a ticking! For how long, who knows! It looks real nice! I like it!
ONCE AGAIN I got off track, imagine that!!!
I think something must be wrong with that help wanted sign they have never taken it down in the three years since they built this convenience store. First and foremost they call themselves convenient!!! Convenient my ass! I can be the only person in the whole fricking store at 3 in the morning. Their making coffee, or somethun, ignoring me! It may be convenient if you pay at the pump! Go inside for a sodie-pop, or anything, and they make you wait! I be the only moron there, and the cashier finally comes to take my money . . . guess what he says, "you'll have to wait," he then proceeds to place a thousand $ worth of $20 bills into a computer vault or somethun.
It be my own fault! If I didn't work at night, then, there would be no trouble right? Wrong! When I do venture out into the daylight on a rainy, overcast day, (I don't want to burst into flames!) Say me and my Misses go to Menards, or Texas Roadhouse. If you stop into my fav convenient store, there be, three people walking around, four cash registers, only one open, one working, AND it be the trainee! The line be long, seems everydody decided to buy lottery tickets, or worse, have their tickets checked! Then when you finally think their done, they buy new scratch off tickets with what they've won! (((Don't these people get it you ain't never gonna get ahead!!!)))
I HAVE MUCH COMPASSION FOR THE ONES THAT MUST WORK AT THESE CAFFEINE, ALCOHOL, NICOTINE, GAMBLING, GASOLINE, MONSTROCITIES WE HAVE TODAY.
I THINK WALGREENS SHOUD GET INTO THIS BUSINESS. WHY? THEN IT COULD BE A ONE STOP, ONE SHOP, FOR ALL OUR ADDICTIONS. MAKE MARIJUANA LEGAL, PAY OFF THE NATIONAL DEBT. PLACE A DOCTOR THERE.
SHIT! WE COULD GET OUT OF DEBT AND BE THE HAPPIEST GROUP OF PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!
OH MY GOD! THIS WOULD MAKE A MODERN DAY CHEECH AND CHONG MOVIE. HELL THERE STILL ALIVE, I HOPE THEY READ MY POST TODAY, THEY COULD COME OUT OF RETIREMENT AT THE OLD FOLKS HOME! [ Snoring . . . .]
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Be A Draggin!
Just spent some downtime relaxing. I thoroughly enjoyed an old black and white movie, made in 1959, titled The Last Angry Man, with Paul Muni. Those of you that know a little 'bout me will understand why, if you've seen this movie.
How are you today? I thought about this at work today, "I would not last a year if I retired!" I must work! I must have purpose! Without a purpose, I would fall prey to my body, my mind. My aches, pains, mental complications would completely control me. If I yield to my afflictions, the fight for what's left of me . . . then I, the Glen you know would perish. I must feel the sweat, the aggravation, the beauty of, puppy dogs and every other good, bad, ugly thing thrown at me! That let's me be, ALIVE! I am, always have been a student of observation. But so much more than that, I sense I feel, I love, I hate! All good and bad emotions maketh . . . me LIVE! I've always been hard of hearing, yet I hear all, through my eyes, my soul. DAMN! I hope some of you understand!!! Life is to never stop learning, from the baggage, the laughter, the love, the hopes, the dreams.
I have pretty much become a homebody as I age. No longer do I wish to be a rat in the race to die. Once upon a time it was how many hours I could stay up, how much I could accomplish. I must, make money to buy, or do something, to have fun, to enjoy! That's a load o crap! Can't make your mind peaceful, happy, content. I must feel the opposites and every other fricking thing thrown my way to drag my aching sore old body and still alive and kicking mind to lay back in my recliner, that I've carefully molded for a generation. My dog in my lap and breath, from a simple man's sigh of relief that I've done my best and gave my all.
I am ME! I do not hold the world in my hand, don't wish to! I must get through every day with my head held high, even though me ass, me mind, be a draggin!
How are you today? I thought about this at work today, "I would not last a year if I retired!" I must work! I must have purpose! Without a purpose, I would fall prey to my body, my mind. My aches, pains, mental complications would completely control me. If I yield to my afflictions, the fight for what's left of me . . . then I, the Glen you know would perish. I must feel the sweat, the aggravation, the beauty of, puppy dogs and every other good, bad, ugly thing thrown at me! That let's me be, ALIVE! I am, always have been a student of observation. But so much more than that, I sense I feel, I love, I hate! All good and bad emotions maketh . . . me LIVE! I've always been hard of hearing, yet I hear all, through my eyes, my soul. DAMN! I hope some of you understand!!! Life is to never stop learning, from the baggage, the laughter, the love, the hopes, the dreams.
I have pretty much become a homebody as I age. No longer do I wish to be a rat in the race to die. Once upon a time it was how many hours I could stay up, how much I could accomplish. I must, make money to buy, or do something, to have fun, to enjoy! That's a load o crap! Can't make your mind peaceful, happy, content. I must feel the opposites and every other fricking thing thrown my way to drag my aching sore old body and still alive and kicking mind to lay back in my recliner, that I've carefully molded for a generation. My dog in my lap and breath, from a simple man's sigh of relief that I've done my best and gave my all.
I am ME! I do not hold the world in my hand, don't wish to! I must get through every day with my head held high, even though me ass, me mind, be a draggin!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
THANK YOU!
I have something to say. I know . . . here we go again . . . and . . . when don't I have something to say? I was talking to a young man/kid at work and I was commenting about somethun, urr, the other, I can't remember right off hand. (Shit! I can't remember what I did this morning before my nap!)
(((Okay! okay! okay! donna get yer underwear all pinched up at me! Oh! by the way I just love them cute little exclamation points. Now if I could use them !@#$ers properly! I best remind ya, I like to play with these here wurds. Yep, Issa knowsa I can't spell worth a hoot. Issa just loove to have me some fun and take you along for me madness. I had me a fine title for the day, The Creation of Addictions in The Modern World. Sheesh! Once I sit down at my keyboard my brain refused to listen, it went plum haywire, shut down like my computer does sometimes. Yep, all the red underlining will eventually run out of ink. It underlines everything! )))
(((((( ONE OTHER THING. I TRY TO GIVE A SENSE OF HOW MY MIND WORKS, EXCEPTIN, MY FINGERS CAN'T FOLLOW. WOWSA, IF MY FINGERS ONLY COULD.)))))
Well back to the first paragraph. The man/child/kid/somethun or the other said "you always have a comment!"
I say with a smart ass attitude, "Yep! but you never listen!"
I don't know if you have noticed! I have trouble staying focused!
Stopped at my favorite convenient store, bought $40 of gas, a soft drink and my all time favoritiest clocolate covered nuts. Ya know, we nuts just love our nuts. At 3 AM in the morning all we nuts and aliens are out. Don't tell me there are not aliens among us. I always see them at the sodie counter. They must have that sugar, ya see! Sugar and aliens go together like peanut butter and jelly. I hear what yer thinkin "Soo, I like sugar, that makes me an alien." Nah . . . just an old fat man who likes soda pop and chocolate!
It might be, just me . . . but . . .I see some mighty . . . strange ones, when I'm out at night. Yes I do! I'm getting so I don't want to leave the house. But I must pay taxes to reduce our national debt!!! [ PLACE LAUGH HERE ] ((( I quacked myself up at that one!)))
I'm a thinkin, "Do other ones see what I see, or am I just plum nuts?" You may answer that question to yourself, I sure as hell ainna, gonna take a poll. I must need some new glasses or fingers, OR a larger damn keyboard. Do they make a larger size keyboard for senior citizens? Makes perfect sense to me. We old farts have arthritis, trouble seeing up close. Sure would make it much easier for me. Like the with bigger numbers cellphone. Once again, I know what your thinkin, "Crazy old fool!"
Nope don't have nothing important to say, just visiting with you for a few minutes. Although seems I may have discovered, or be able to explain what type of writing I do. They have to put labels on everything. Why? Hell I don't know! I don't get much past if someone is a dumass, when their a dumass!
What kind of writing do I do?
I never thought about it when I started posting. I'd just write a my stories and thoughts, a tryin to learn the keyboard. I'm an old man and never typed before. My friend said, "I do automatic writing." Huh? I look up automatic writing. Ain't no spirits writing through me, no way, no how! There's spirit writing, spiritual writing, I go HUH? WELL KNOW . . . I'D JUST WRITE WHATEVER BE ON MY MIND, OR FROM MY HEART. THEN I COME ACROSS THIS TERM "SOUL WRITING." WELL NOW, I AINNA, GONNA, EVEN, LOOK THAT UP 'CAUSE IT SEEMS RIGHT.
I thank those of you from my soul that tunes in and read what old Glen be a thinkin today. Somehow, someway, some shape, or in some form, my dreams and my soul is tied to your's, and I wish to speak to you in a way never attempted before. My dreams are my pathway to survival, keeping me afloat in today's maddening world. Of that I feel certain!
With my dreams, I shall survive.
With those of you worldwide that dare to read this old man's, whatever it is, I will continue. I believe for every person that can write . . . right, or "properly" as I calls it, are a million regular, soul searching, thinking, everyday individuals that are survivors, raising our children, working our asses off everyday. Good old boys and girls doing what's right, paying, and will continue paying our dues till the day we die, WE ARE THE REAL CITIZENS OF THE WORLD!
SO I'M PROUD AS A NEW PAPPA TO WRITE FOR ME AND YOU! FOR THOSE OF YOU, THAT CAN ONLY SEE MY MISTAKES, [ tongue sticking out ] Goodnight my friends and for those of you around the world "I'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN!!!" Sweet dreaming until we meet again1 Glen . . . . .
SPECIAL THANKS TO A FORMER COWORKR PAL THAT HELPED MAKE GLENVIEW A REALITY. LITTLE DID YOU KNOW, WHAT YOU HELPED TO CREATE! TO OTHERS THAT HAVE BEEN WITH ME FOR AWHILE, I SALUTE YOU! A SURE SIGN OF MY RESPECT , , , ,. ,
(((Okay! okay! okay! donna get yer underwear all pinched up at me! Oh! by the way I just love them cute little exclamation points. Now if I could use them !@#$ers properly! I best remind ya, I like to play with these here wurds. Yep, Issa knowsa I can't spell worth a hoot. Issa just loove to have me some fun and take you along for me madness. I had me a fine title for the day, The Creation of Addictions in The Modern World. Sheesh! Once I sit down at my keyboard my brain refused to listen, it went plum haywire, shut down like my computer does sometimes. Yep, all the red underlining will eventually run out of ink. It underlines everything! )))
(((((( ONE OTHER THING. I TRY TO GIVE A SENSE OF HOW MY MIND WORKS, EXCEPTIN, MY FINGERS CAN'T FOLLOW. WOWSA, IF MY FINGERS ONLY COULD.)))))
Well back to the first paragraph. The man/child/kid/somethun or the other said "you always have a comment!"
I say with a smart ass attitude, "Yep! but you never listen!"
I don't know if you have noticed! I have trouble staying focused!
Stopped at my favorite convenient store, bought $40 of gas, a soft drink and my all time favoritiest clocolate covered nuts. Ya know, we nuts just love our nuts. At 3 AM in the morning all we nuts and aliens are out. Don't tell me there are not aliens among us. I always see them at the sodie counter. They must have that sugar, ya see! Sugar and aliens go together like peanut butter and jelly. I hear what yer thinkin "Soo, I like sugar, that makes me an alien." Nah . . . just an old fat man who likes soda pop and chocolate!
It might be, just me . . . but . . .I see some mighty . . . strange ones, when I'm out at night. Yes I do! I'm getting so I don't want to leave the house. But I must pay taxes to reduce our national debt!!! [ PLACE LAUGH HERE ] ((( I quacked myself up at that one!)))
I'm a thinkin, "Do other ones see what I see, or am I just plum nuts?" You may answer that question to yourself, I sure as hell ainna, gonna take a poll. I must need some new glasses or fingers, OR a larger damn keyboard. Do they make a larger size keyboard for senior citizens? Makes perfect sense to me. We old farts have arthritis, trouble seeing up close. Sure would make it much easier for me. Like the with bigger numbers cellphone. Once again, I know what your thinkin, "Crazy old fool!"
Nope don't have nothing important to say, just visiting with you for a few minutes. Although seems I may have discovered, or be able to explain what type of writing I do. They have to put labels on everything. Why? Hell I don't know! I don't get much past if someone is a dumass, when their a dumass!
What kind of writing do I do?
I never thought about it when I started posting. I'd just write a my stories and thoughts, a tryin to learn the keyboard. I'm an old man and never typed before. My friend said, "I do automatic writing." Huh? I look up automatic writing. Ain't no spirits writing through me, no way, no how! There's spirit writing, spiritual writing, I go HUH? WELL KNOW . . . I'D JUST WRITE WHATEVER BE ON MY MIND, OR FROM MY HEART. THEN I COME ACROSS THIS TERM "SOUL WRITING." WELL NOW, I AINNA, GONNA, EVEN, LOOK THAT UP 'CAUSE IT SEEMS RIGHT.
I thank those of you from my soul that tunes in and read what old Glen be a thinkin today. Somehow, someway, some shape, or in some form, my dreams and my soul is tied to your's, and I wish to speak to you in a way never attempted before. My dreams are my pathway to survival, keeping me afloat in today's maddening world. Of that I feel certain!
With my dreams, I shall survive.
With those of you worldwide that dare to read this old man's, whatever it is, I will continue. I believe for every person that can write . . . right, or "properly" as I calls it, are a million regular, soul searching, thinking, everyday individuals that are survivors, raising our children, working our asses off everyday. Good old boys and girls doing what's right, paying, and will continue paying our dues till the day we die, WE ARE THE REAL CITIZENS OF THE WORLD!
SO I'M PROUD AS A NEW PAPPA TO WRITE FOR ME AND YOU! FOR THOSE OF YOU, THAT CAN ONLY SEE MY MISTAKES, [ tongue sticking out ] Goodnight my friends and for those of you around the world "I'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN!!!" Sweet dreaming until we meet again1 Glen . . . . .
SPECIAL THANKS TO A FORMER COWORKR PAL THAT HELPED MAKE GLENVIEW A REALITY. LITTLE DID YOU KNOW, WHAT YOU HELPED TO CREATE! TO OTHERS THAT HAVE BEEN WITH ME FOR AWHILE, I SALUTE YOU! A SURE SIGN OF MY RESPECT , , , ,. ,
Saturday, November 16, 2013
That's A Lot of CRAP!"
Hello . . . dere, my friends! You don't mind if I call you my friend, do ya? Friends are important and I reckon those of you that have read very many of my posts, know a lot 'bout me. (You probably, know more about me than I do because I'm getting forgetful.) I be a works in progress. Will be till the day me old heart gives out. I just celebrated another birthday recently. Well I didn't do no celebrating. Shite what's there to celebrate. Had to go to the Department of Motor Vehicles to renew me drivers license. It's been six fricking years, Seems more like a year in Glen's view. Man oh man, do them people go to training to take pictures er what? That's one old ugly man! That can't be me! I look, I look, 80 years old!!! Ya know I and a million other people would be a willing to pay more to renew my license . . . IF you can turn back time, a tad! Sheesh . . . I bet ya, softer lighting would take off a few years. Take the computer technology of today and make my hair a mite darker. No. no. no, not black. My goodness, I look so pale! I wasn't sick until I saw that photo you took! The lady asked, "Do you have any mental or physical handicaps?" "Yep!!!" "First off for even coming in here today! Should have my head examined!" I beat the handicappers by living this long, coming from the family I do!" Mental disorders runs in my family, waay back! That was before the modern Doctors thought up all these modern disorders and the Pharmas went in cahoots! They got so many disorders today, they have to write a new book every year to keep up! I come from poor rural hill people, they would just say, "Billy Ray Earl Bob, be touched." (Touched my ass, he be 11 eggs short of a dozen!)
Here be just a few disorders of people I come into contact every damn day!
A. O. W. D. (Afraid of work disorder.)
C, D. W. A. S. D. (Can't drive worth a shite disorder.)
This be my favorite disorder. D. D. D. (Damn Dumass Disorder.)
Disorders are out of control today. Must be something in the water. Ya reckon chlorine may have something to do with it? I be soo addicted to me water with chlorine in it, it just don't taste right without it! Who the fuck wants to drink that glacier water? That shits been around forever! Give me that recent rain water with nuclear stuff, acid rain! Them ones that live on a large river, have all the fun. The water for the community be pulled in from the river, cleaned up with all the modern water treatment clean er up stuff, that our modern money can buy, treated and sent to your home. Then it gets flushed. Now . . . where ya suppose that water goes back to . . . humm? Yep down river! Now by the time all that water has been treated, flushed a gazillion times, what do ya reckon be in that shit? (I mean water!" Now I reckon, all the drugs that has been flushed out through our pill addict disorderly nut cases, has created more disorders than you can count.
How about them G. M. O's? They been a tinkering with everything we eat.
One of these days there won't be a need to go to the drug store. Just be sure you drink from the community water supply!
This leads me to another thing. People today are addicted to drinking water from plastic bottles. (I was thirsty one hot summer day and wanted some water while I delivered product in me truck. Well there was a soda machine on the dock. One dollar and twenty five cents for a 20 ounce bottle of water. What? Okay I do not wish to spoil anybody's happiness, or raineth on your parade. Do you think all the water sold in plastic bottles, is from them pure mountain streams? (Oh come on now! Do you really . . . I mean truly think, what's in them bottles is, is, is, I can't finish!)
This week I go to get some blood work. Seems my potassium level is low. Yep I told my Doc a couple months ago "when I use the bathroom I have been aware of a large white pill not dissolving, in my stool. Has been going on fer a spell. Do you reckon my body ainna dissolving them potassium pills no more? Well now them pills ain't cheap ya know! To make this disgusting story short, I now take the liquid potassium and it is much cheaper. How the hell did I get on this here subject. I best go back and read my post to figure this out! ("""I cannot believe I wrote, whatta, I wrota today! Am I still typing or just thinkin?""") OH CRAP!!!
Here be just a few disorders of people I come into contact every damn day!
A. O. W. D. (Afraid of work disorder.)
C, D. W. A. S. D. (Can't drive worth a shite disorder.)
This be my favorite disorder. D. D. D. (Damn Dumass Disorder.)
Disorders are out of control today. Must be something in the water. Ya reckon chlorine may have something to do with it? I be soo addicted to me water with chlorine in it, it just don't taste right without it! Who the fuck wants to drink that glacier water? That shits been around forever! Give me that recent rain water with nuclear stuff, acid rain! Them ones that live on a large river, have all the fun. The water for the community be pulled in from the river, cleaned up with all the modern water treatment clean er up stuff, that our modern money can buy, treated and sent to your home. Then it gets flushed. Now . . . where ya suppose that water goes back to . . . humm? Yep down river! Now by the time all that water has been treated, flushed a gazillion times, what do ya reckon be in that shit? (I mean water!" Now I reckon, all the drugs that has been flushed out through our pill addict disorderly nut cases, has created more disorders than you can count.
How about them G. M. O's? They been a tinkering with everything we eat.
One of these days there won't be a need to go to the drug store. Just be sure you drink from the community water supply!
This leads me to another thing. People today are addicted to drinking water from plastic bottles. (I was thirsty one hot summer day and wanted some water while I delivered product in me truck. Well there was a soda machine on the dock. One dollar and twenty five cents for a 20 ounce bottle of water. What? Okay I do not wish to spoil anybody's happiness, or raineth on your parade. Do you think all the water sold in plastic bottles, is from them pure mountain streams? (Oh come on now! Do you really . . . I mean truly think, what's in them bottles is, is, is, I can't finish!)
This week I go to get some blood work. Seems my potassium level is low. Yep I told my Doc a couple months ago "when I use the bathroom I have been aware of a large white pill not dissolving, in my stool. Has been going on fer a spell. Do you reckon my body ainna dissolving them potassium pills no more? Well now them pills ain't cheap ya know! To make this disgusting story short, I now take the liquid potassium and it is much cheaper. How the hell did I get on this here subject. I best go back and read my post to figure this out! ("""I cannot believe I wrote, whatta, I wrota today! Am I still typing or just thinkin?""") OH CRAP!!!
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Just answer the damn question!
Well know I'm truly surprised that anyone missed my meandering style of madcap madness. As my grandma would say "bless your hearts." I needed the nightly mind clearing. A mind cleaning sent out for all to see. I reckon those of you that have read a fair amount of my 600 post, have formed an idea of what I'm about. NOPE!!! I don't a know what I'm about! I do, do a fair amount of thinkin. A bad habit I cannot break. It's a curse! Thinkin caused too many problems. (There now you've heard it on GLENVIEW.) (((bY tHe WaY tHaT hAs nIcE wRiNg To iT.)))
I'LL INTERVIEW MYSELF.
Interviewer "Why have you been away?"
Glen "That's a very good question. May I speak freely? Damn! this may be a tougher interview than I expected! I wished to learn, to write, and type. Never had me a computer, never knew how to type. I had me the need to learn somethun new, afore I die.
(((This here might be a good time to let y'all know. I like a, to play with these here wurds.))) It drives my computer plum fricking nuts!. So you-ins will not know when I'm fricking wiss ya, or not!
I'd come home and want to get as ferrr, away from the reality of the real word, as I can, y'know! Bringing up things from the fer reaches of me mind, seemed as bout as far as I could ever, ever go. It weren't easy though. My mind was bashful as first. Ifun I be pissed, I'd wanna write a lot of them cursed, cursing wurds. I might as well just wrote like this@#$^$#@$%&^&*()_)*&^%$#@#. Some days we all feel like that, don't we? Then I realized, that anybody can put a bunch of them cursed, curse words down. Holy mackeral!!! Curse words, cursive writing! Is there any connection here? Just a thought.
I had this little bunch of wurds ready the other night . . . "then I say!" Somethin' happened!
Me fricking computer stopped working. Wouldn't do, one dag blasted thing! The mouse couldn't get Howie to go. Sun a bitchin bastard refused the orders from me and Mr. Mouse.
Y'know what I think. I got me a virus in me computer.
I've come to the conclusion I must have a challenge in life to keep on a going. That's what the last six months to a year has been about. I have to prove to myself I'm still worthy of life. Oh my God! ya old ones will know what I'm talkin about.
I've been watching some old movies as of late. Caught a really good one the other night, Man Worth A Million, with Gregory Peck, made in the 50's. I highly recommend it. Just don't make them like that anymore.
Been watching antenna t v on my free t v antenna. Mr. Ed a show I thoroughly enjoyed as a lad. Guess what? Still do. I reckon I'm a sap for simple things. Nothing wrong with that, is there?
I'm truly a simple man in a world of technological overload. I watched a show from the 50's called Highway Patrol. I remember that show in reruns as a kid. Only now you see how ancient everything is.
Well I reckon where I'm headed is, I feel out of place in the modern world. I don't belong in this era. I can come home after a hard nights work and eat me a fried bologna sandwich, sit in my easy chair, drink lemonade, with my dog in my lap, watch old black and white movies, or type a little somethin, somethin on me computer and be happy.
DAMN . . . MUST BE ME WITH THE VIRUS! HUH?
"""I hope when I hit publish I don't lose this. Am I still typin?"""
Oh, oh, oh! I just thought of somethun I wanted to tell ya, I watch all my television on my old 20 year old 25 inch R. C. A. television set and always have the close caption for the hearing impaired, like me. It dawned on me why I spell so bad. That damn television set can't spell worth a hoot!!! HA, HA, HA!
I'LL INTERVIEW MYSELF.
Interviewer "Why have you been away?"
Glen "That's a very good question. May I speak freely? Damn! this may be a tougher interview than I expected! I wished to learn, to write, and type. Never had me a computer, never knew how to type. I had me the need to learn somethun new, afore I die.
(((This here might be a good time to let y'all know. I like a, to play with these here wurds.))) It drives my computer plum fricking nuts!. So you-ins will not know when I'm fricking wiss ya, or not!
I'd come home and want to get as ferrr, away from the reality of the real word, as I can, y'know! Bringing up things from the fer reaches of me mind, seemed as bout as far as I could ever, ever go. It weren't easy though. My mind was bashful as first. Ifun I be pissed, I'd wanna write a lot of them cursed, cursing wurds. I might as well just wrote like this@#$^$#@$%&^&*()_)*&^%$#@#. Some days we all feel like that, don't we? Then I realized, that anybody can put a bunch of them cursed, curse words down. Holy mackeral!!! Curse words, cursive writing! Is there any connection here? Just a thought.
I had this little bunch of wurds ready the other night . . . "then I say!" Somethin' happened!
Me fricking computer stopped working. Wouldn't do, one dag blasted thing! The mouse couldn't get Howie to go. Sun a bitchin bastard refused the orders from me and Mr. Mouse.
Y'know what I think. I got me a virus in me computer.
I've come to the conclusion I must have a challenge in life to keep on a going. That's what the last six months to a year has been about. I have to prove to myself I'm still worthy of life. Oh my God! ya old ones will know what I'm talkin about.
I've been watching some old movies as of late. Caught a really good one the other night, Man Worth A Million, with Gregory Peck, made in the 50's. I highly recommend it. Just don't make them like that anymore.
Been watching antenna t v on my free t v antenna. Mr. Ed a show I thoroughly enjoyed as a lad. Guess what? Still do. I reckon I'm a sap for simple things. Nothing wrong with that, is there?
I'm truly a simple man in a world of technological overload. I watched a show from the 50's called Highway Patrol. I remember that show in reruns as a kid. Only now you see how ancient everything is.
Well I reckon where I'm headed is, I feel out of place in the modern world. I don't belong in this era. I can come home after a hard nights work and eat me a fried bologna sandwich, sit in my easy chair, drink lemonade, with my dog in my lap, watch old black and white movies, or type a little somethin, somethin on me computer and be happy.
DAMN . . . MUST BE ME WITH THE VIRUS! HUH?
"""I hope when I hit publish I don't lose this. Am I still typin?"""
Oh, oh, oh! I just thought of somethun I wanted to tell ya, I watch all my television on my old 20 year old 25 inch R. C. A. television set and always have the close caption for the hearing impaired, like me. It dawned on me why I spell so bad. That damn television set can't spell worth a hoot!!! HA, HA, HA!
Sunday, November 3, 2013
The Last Chapter!
I have plenty, yet nothing to say. I apologize to all for not being around of late. A resurgence of me in ways thought gone has robbed parts of me, yet regained parts of me!
I want, I need? I once NEEDED to post almost nightly. Many challenges, problems, obstacles, health, both mental and physical, good and bad, computer problems. LIFE YOU KNOW!!!
I grow . . . oh! so tired, of the daily burdens shackled upon! They leave deep, non-healing scars, like molten lead in my mind!
I tire sometimes . . . of living!
Yet . . . I'm not yet ready to be shown!
I still enjoy parts of life . . . too much!
Kinda funny, kinda silly, ain't it?
Some days it's simply the struggle of placing my feet upon the cold hard floor of life!
Ah! to simply take the cover from my face in my sanctuary of dreams!
But, I do, and continue too. Why? Don't rightly know!
Where have I been? Lost deep, into the caverns of my soul. I can see clearly, there!
How so? I can be me . . . just me! No pretending of who I ain't! Just plain ol' me. That's all I want to be!
I need no overloading of information in this the overloading of communication and information, or should I say the mis-information age.
I feel, I'm in the last chapter of my life. Whether it be a short, or long chapter, be depending on how I, and I only, handle the daily trials and tribulations of simply living. Do I merely live to exist, or do I live, to live!
I return to my roots of why I felt the need to type, and a challenge like non other in my lifetime. I 'm an antiquated old fashion man, born fifty years too late. I do not fit in the modern world of today. I'm a black and white television in a world of 72 inch wall mounted flat screens, with so many gizmo's that rot the brain of our modern world.
I originally began this adventure to fight away the senility of being a senior citizen. I need a challenge to survive or I fear I'll simply fade away.
Recently as I retire to my haven, to renew my mind and soul, I have been writing a story in my mind and drifting off to sleep. A storyline in my mind. Hopefully I can resurrect that story as I get back to writing my love of the many different ideas locked in my mind. That's my first love and why I originally took on this challenge of teaching an old dog new tricks.
Resurrecting my old computer took some doing it was locked up and thought down for the ten count.
I found myself drifting away and needed a sabbatical from this angel/devil computer. Depending upon where it takes me. I was spending too much time away from writing. I do not wish to get trapped in the modern ways of today. I wish to write short stories and my never ending dreams. We need a break from the modern ways. I will write more of my short stories and I hope you enjoy them. I have poured my heart and soul into my previous adventures. GLEN!
I want, I need? I once NEEDED to post almost nightly. Many challenges, problems, obstacles, health, both mental and physical, good and bad, computer problems. LIFE YOU KNOW!!!
I grow . . . oh! so tired, of the daily burdens shackled upon! They leave deep, non-healing scars, like molten lead in my mind!
I tire sometimes . . . of living!
Yet . . . I'm not yet ready to be shown!
I still enjoy parts of life . . . too much!
Kinda funny, kinda silly, ain't it?
Some days it's simply the struggle of placing my feet upon the cold hard floor of life!
Ah! to simply take the cover from my face in my sanctuary of dreams!
But, I do, and continue too. Why? Don't rightly know!
Where have I been? Lost deep, into the caverns of my soul. I can see clearly, there!
How so? I can be me . . . just me! No pretending of who I ain't! Just plain ol' me. That's all I want to be!
I need no overloading of information in this the overloading of communication and information, or should I say the mis-information age.
I feel, I'm in the last chapter of my life. Whether it be a short, or long chapter, be depending on how I, and I only, handle the daily trials and tribulations of simply living. Do I merely live to exist, or do I live, to live!
I return to my roots of why I felt the need to type, and a challenge like non other in my lifetime. I 'm an antiquated old fashion man, born fifty years too late. I do not fit in the modern world of today. I'm a black and white television in a world of 72 inch wall mounted flat screens, with so many gizmo's that rot the brain of our modern world.
I originally began this adventure to fight away the senility of being a senior citizen. I need a challenge to survive or I fear I'll simply fade away.
Recently as I retire to my haven, to renew my mind and soul, I have been writing a story in my mind and drifting off to sleep. A storyline in my mind. Hopefully I can resurrect that story as I get back to writing my love of the many different ideas locked in my mind. That's my first love and why I originally took on this challenge of teaching an old dog new tricks.
Resurrecting my old computer took some doing it was locked up and thought down for the ten count.
I found myself drifting away and needed a sabbatical from this angel/devil computer. Depending upon where it takes me. I was spending too much time away from writing. I do not wish to get trapped in the modern ways of today. I wish to write short stories and my never ending dreams. We need a break from the modern ways. I will write more of my short stories and I hope you enjoy them. I have poured my heart and soul into my previous adventures. GLEN!
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