It's 2300 hours, military time. Why I placed the time that way? WHO KNOWS! mEmBeR nOw, you are on G-L-E-N-V-I-E-W, that there shoulda, explain, EVERYTHANG!!!
I SEE'S ALREADY, I BE IN A FINE MOOD, THIS MIGHTY FINE SUNDAY EVENIN'.
When I was a young-in, Sunday was the day of doing absolutely nothin' exceptin going to church and going to grandma's for fried chicken and all the fixin's. Yes sir little Glenny's belly would be ripe to burst. Ya reckon that was the start of me belly balloon! Yep, I reckon so!
You know I love reminiscing about "the good old days!" Truth known there's a lot O baggage still carryin' around from them "good old days!" Certainly we know the good and the bad. The bad is probably worse than we remember, the good is not as good!
Certainly the modern times are also good and bad. We tend to remember today's bad times more because they just happened! We're much older and have the mindset that comes with? Getting older! Man I be hitting on all cylinders tonight! Amen!
Right at this moment my body aches are at the minimum that they're gonna be, why? I been a restin' fer two days, that's why! Ain't done nothin'! Sure feel good sometimes, just to rest, don't it now? You old uns understand what I'm sayin'!
I feel good baby! I'm a mighty mouse, yes I am! I'm ready to be a test subject for antique ones, to see if them new meds can rejuvenate me, um, huh! Rejuvenate my arse! Maybe pick my pockets clean promising the fountain of youth!
There be so gosh darn many Pharmaceutical commercials that promise cures fer everything!!!
I think to myself' "self, why are there so many fat, diseased, ugly, unhappy people? I see it everywhere I go!"
I ask the young man at McD's "Son are you happy?"
He said "yep . . you old fart, I love my job!" I'm pretty sure he was being, what is that word, sarcastic!
I ask a man with a sign saying, out of work help me. I say "are you happy sir?"
"I'd be much happier if you would hand me a twenty!" Says the man.
I only had a ten on me, but I wanted the man to be happy you see! I tell the man, "don't you go
anywhere now, I'm going over the A.T.M. I want to see a smile on your face." I got forty dollars and handed him a twenty. I ask for my ten back, he said "are you fuckin' nuts?"
He laughed, man, did he ever laugh! It felt so good to see this man laugh so hard, I felt so good at makin' his day!
I look in my rear view mirror as I drive away, he's still laughing! I started laughing at how happy I made that unhappy soul!
I need a tire on my Mountaineer fixed, I drive over to Wally's World. I say to the attendant "can you help me out? I need a tire repaired."
"Sure can, that'll be 'bout two hours!"
"But, but, but, I'm the only customer here!"
"Don't matter, it'll be two hours, say anymore and it'll be three hours!"
I ask him, "do you love your job?"
"At this present moment I do!" He said grinning!
He wasn't being sarcastic, but I give him some control to his most likely troubled day. It was worth it. I'll mosey about the store and take stuff off shelves and help the night shift with their stocking to kill time and that'll make me happy!
After 'bout an hour I was bored so I go back to the auto care department.
The attendant said, "sir your car is done."
"You told me it would take longer." quizzing him.
There was a call from the manager tellin' "me that the crazy old fart waiting for service was restocking shelves for us and we need to get him outta here!"
"You mean there are little people up in them round mirrors actually watchin?" I ask.
I laughed, he laughed, we're one a laughing, for a moment!
The very next morning my tire that was supposed to be repaired was flat! Imagine that!
Monday, March 31, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Blessing, or a Curse?
I never get tired of ideas floating in, from no where! I do get tired of not being at my keyboard when the misty mysteries of the universe come a callin'! It's exhilarating, even though most all of them escape me in the twinkling of an eye. Some like last night, as I was relaxing after a night of work was a complete story line, the one that I began about The Knights, took unforeseen complexities.
It boggles me that when I'm at a point of complete total relaxation before sleep takes over that such ideas come to me. It also boggles my mind, at my dreams! If only I could capture them and hold onto them, for later playback in "Magnificent Dreamscape." It's just not what I experience, it's the overwhelming emotions that's overwhelming!
I am the dream, the dream is me! In the dream there are, no limits! They're more real, than real! It's as though there is another added sense, that knows how to cleanse my emotional impurities, that will if not balanced, shall consume me! They're there, so that I can live, another day. Although I don't seem to realize, that's the way I see them at this moment in time. The one constant I've been able to maintain always, is my dreams, my escape route from realities!
My realities is what I feel, and all my senses combined, is my essence, as only I can perceive them! They may appear meaningless to others, but they don't live inside . . . me! What I see may be like water off a duck's back to others. I imagine if only I could be like that, then all would be well, but would it really? You know like the grass is always greener on the other side scenario!
I tire from examining, placing too much emphasis on little things. I was in management for a good many years and I tell myself those perceptive skills helped me immensely then, by catching those almost invisible pieces of the puzzle. I like to think that's when I picked them up, but can honestly say they've always been there. Is it a blessing or a curse? Most intriguing question! On my good days I welcome the insight they bring me, on my bad days I feel that I'm cursed for some unexplainable reason!
To question is normal, is it not? Am I to succumb to the confines of others I'm confined with? Our environmental relationship makes us, I see that as so in childhood of course. We are the sum of our parts and the parts we spend the most time with makes us right?
At what point are the confines released so that we find our self? I believe some never do, actually probably the majority won't allow it to happen, unknowingly of course! Life takes over and we take the same old path that's always been!
To search the path of enlightenment is to always search, ah, but the search is the enlightenment and to never know is the challenge!
It boggles me that when I'm at a point of complete total relaxation before sleep takes over that such ideas come to me. It also boggles my mind, at my dreams! If only I could capture them and hold onto them, for later playback in "Magnificent Dreamscape." It's just not what I experience, it's the overwhelming emotions that's overwhelming!
I am the dream, the dream is me! In the dream there are, no limits! They're more real, than real! It's as though there is another added sense, that knows how to cleanse my emotional impurities, that will if not balanced, shall consume me! They're there, so that I can live, another day. Although I don't seem to realize, that's the way I see them at this moment in time. The one constant I've been able to maintain always, is my dreams, my escape route from realities!
My realities is what I feel, and all my senses combined, is my essence, as only I can perceive them! They may appear meaningless to others, but they don't live inside . . . me! What I see may be like water off a duck's back to others. I imagine if only I could be like that, then all would be well, but would it really? You know like the grass is always greener on the other side scenario!
I tire from examining, placing too much emphasis on little things. I was in management for a good many years and I tell myself those perceptive skills helped me immensely then, by catching those almost invisible pieces of the puzzle. I like to think that's when I picked them up, but can honestly say they've always been there. Is it a blessing or a curse? Most intriguing question! On my good days I welcome the insight they bring me, on my bad days I feel that I'm cursed for some unexplainable reason!
To question is normal, is it not? Am I to succumb to the confines of others I'm confined with? Our environmental relationship makes us, I see that as so in childhood of course. We are the sum of our parts and the parts we spend the most time with makes us right?
At what point are the confines released so that we find our self? I believe some never do, actually probably the majority won't allow it to happen, unknowingly of course! Life takes over and we take the same old path that's always been!
To search the path of enlightenment is to always search, ah, but the search is the enlightenment and to never know is the challenge!
Friday, March 28, 2014
LAB RATS!!!
There seems to a kind of sickness going around, is it just me or do you see it to? People are tired and getting more tired every day! People are also sick, and getting sicker every day! We're fed up, fed up with the ones taking advantage of us! WE THE REAL PEOPLE DEMAND OUR RIGHTS!!!
Sure like that's ever gonna happen in this world! The only way that'll ever happen is if . . . WE start over again!
Let's start The Noah's Ark thing once again!
Or go back in time and tinker with some of the screw ups in the evolution thing!
Ain't never gonna happen baby! We been fucked, always have been! WE just never knew it!
It starts as soon as you wake up! Do you wake up with a smile on your face and say to the world, "good mornin' world I'm ready for my frosted G. M. O. flakes now." (if so you are a big flake!)
Before that how 'bout brushing your teeth in that super-duper, super whitenin' (damn, seems to me there's something bad in that toothpaste but it's been so long I've forgotten!) Oh well doesn't matter I use the city supplied water to rinse it out and take a nice hot shower to start my world off, feeling, clean. refreshed, um, umm. ummy, don't get no better no how! (well now take the hottest shower you can take and relax until the hot water runs out, can't nuthin' in the water hurt me anyhow!!!!)
"I think I'll have some decaffeinated coffee today, don't need no more caffeine than necessary!"
( "Could not be nuthin' in the decaf to hurt me after all they take out the caffeine, I certainly don't know how they do that . . . but I' sure it's perfectly acceptable!" )
Put me some good ol' milk on my frosted flakes, "What is it about the purity of that white pure milk, that taste so darn good?"
"They certainly cannot mess with the wholesomeness of milk from a cow can they?"
"My son has been growing female like tits, what in the hell is that all about?"
"Oh well can't worry about it, it's of to work I go, hi! ho! hi! ho!"
"More people have called in sick today, I'll have to do the work of two!"
I'M TOO FUCKING TIRED AND SICK TO WRITE ANYMORE! WHATEVER WILL BE, WILL BE SAY "we the people are too fucking tired and sick to give a rats ass anymore, we be just a waitin' for the big kabooms, or whatever to take, us outta here, and maybe, just maybe, in another try at this thing we'll get it right! RIGHT? AIN'T NO WAY JOSE! WE'RE JUST LAB RATS !!!!!
I'm too cold, too sick and too tired to think anymore! HAVE A GOOD DAY! AND . . . MAY YOUR CHILDREN ENJOY THEIR CAFFEINATED HEART ATTACKS IN A CAN SERVED EVERYWHERE!
Sure like that's ever gonna happen in this world! The only way that'll ever happen is if . . . WE start over again!
Let's start The Noah's Ark thing once again!
Or go back in time and tinker with some of the screw ups in the evolution thing!
Ain't never gonna happen baby! We been fucked, always have been! WE just never knew it!
It starts as soon as you wake up! Do you wake up with a smile on your face and say to the world, "good mornin' world I'm ready for my frosted G. M. O. flakes now." (if so you are a big flake!)
Before that how 'bout brushing your teeth in that super-duper, super whitenin' (damn, seems to me there's something bad in that toothpaste but it's been so long I've forgotten!) Oh well doesn't matter I use the city supplied water to rinse it out and take a nice hot shower to start my world off, feeling, clean. refreshed, um, umm. ummy, don't get no better no how! (well now take the hottest shower you can take and relax until the hot water runs out, can't nuthin' in the water hurt me anyhow!!!!)
"I think I'll have some decaffeinated coffee today, don't need no more caffeine than necessary!"
( "Could not be nuthin' in the decaf to hurt me after all they take out the caffeine, I certainly don't know how they do that . . . but I' sure it's perfectly acceptable!" )
Put me some good ol' milk on my frosted flakes, "What is it about the purity of that white pure milk, that taste so darn good?"
"They certainly cannot mess with the wholesomeness of milk from a cow can they?"
"My son has been growing female like tits, what in the hell is that all about?"
"Oh well can't worry about it, it's of to work I go, hi! ho! hi! ho!"
"More people have called in sick today, I'll have to do the work of two!"
I'M TOO FUCKING TIRED AND SICK TO WRITE ANYMORE! WHATEVER WILL BE, WILL BE SAY "we the people are too fucking tired and sick to give a rats ass anymore, we be just a waitin' for the big kabooms, or whatever to take, us outta here, and maybe, just maybe, in another try at this thing we'll get it right! RIGHT? AIN'T NO WAY JOSE! WE'RE JUST LAB RATS !!!!!
I'm too cold, too sick and too tired to think anymore! HAVE A GOOD DAY! AND . . . MAY YOUR CHILDREN ENJOY THEIR CAFFEINATED HEART ATTACKS IN A CAN SERVED EVERYWHERE!
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Right Now, I be in a Strange Mood!
At this very moment 5:12 am, I find myself in a rather strange mood even for me! I be half mad, half pissed off, add some happiness and the feeling that only a nice warm shower can give, a tad of meatloaf, actually a meatloaf sandwich, with mustard, a glass o milk, had to work over an hour and you know how old Glen hates overtime!
Ah, ha, "daylight in the swamp!" Could it be, nah. No really . . . could it be a wee bit of something that happened to a young, whipper-snapper at work that makes me be in the, I told you so mood?!?!
(((Hey?Can I do that, you know? Put one of them pretty exclamation points, upside down i's you know, and a question mark together? Can I huh? I most assuredly ainna, gonna, worry 'bout it! Why? Cause this here be GLENVIEW, it be my blog and I can do anything . . . I wanna! How come, because I wanna have some fun and, "I DO IT . . . MY WAY!!!"
Oh! oh! oh! An idea just hit me. IF-UN any of my school English Teachers were still alive, I'd send them some of my posts. I'd tell them "thanks for teechin me English!" That would sure-nuff push them towards the great beyond quicker, wouldn't it?
I told you I was in a most unusual mood, didn't I? I wish to see if I can end every sentence with a question mark, or a cute little exclamation point, do you think I can?
Let me see if I can stay on one subject, I doubt it! I had to make a delivery 30 miles north tonight and an unscheduled one, 15 minutes south. I get so bored driving on the interstate, I'm afraid I'm going to have an accident. It just plum bores me too death! The delivery south was unexpected and I was early! Damn imagine, anybody being early today!
It's been quite a spell since I've made the southern delivery. My boss gives me the key since I'm so early. "Here's the key to the west door" she said."No problem," I think. That's not to be the case, there's no lights on that side of the building, I don't have a flashlight! Surely . . . I can get the key in the little hole, you know, we guys have been doing this kind of thing in the dark for a long time! I took me some deep breaths, relaxed, really focused on something that seemed so very important . . . you know! Well . . . I jabbed a few times and couldn't find that little hole. I thought when I find it, it will feel . . . so good!!!
(((I'm sure I need not draw you a more clearer picture, but sometimes men need a tad of guidance in the dark when their excited you know!!!)))
Well I explode at getting the key in the little hole in the darkness! Little did I know other problems would soon wear me out! I'm now in a darkened building and I have no flashlight and . . .I'm in the dark, you see! (No excuse me you can't see because I cannot see!) I'm letting my eyes get even more accustom to even the darker predicament I be in!
Well I'm hard of hearing and when you're some what deaf you learn to go with the flow! You just smile and shake your head yes! You're asking "how is that going to help me in the situation I find myself in at that moment?" Kind a funny the things you think about ain't it? I move real slow, as to not bust my old ass, you know? I visualize where I'm standing, in correlation to how I remember it a couple years ago. I make it to the dock and manage to get the dock door open and the manual lift up! The darkest dark, has become a tad less dark! I feel my way around the doorways searching for a switch. I'm thinkin',
"what in the hell is wrong with these people down here, don't they know where to put the light switches?"
Somehow?!?! Like a man fumbling in the dark, I do find enough lights to get me most of the way with my two pallets. I find my way to where I feel is sufficient and drop my load. Sheesh! this has been one hell-uva night!
Ah, ha, "daylight in the swamp!" Could it be, nah. No really . . . could it be a wee bit of something that happened to a young, whipper-snapper at work that makes me be in the, I told you so mood?!?!
(((Hey?Can I do that, you know? Put one of them pretty exclamation points, upside down i's you know, and a question mark together? Can I huh? I most assuredly ainna, gonna, worry 'bout it! Why? Cause this here be GLENVIEW, it be my blog and I can do anything . . . I wanna! How come, because I wanna have some fun and, "I DO IT . . . MY WAY!!!"
Oh! oh! oh! An idea just hit me. IF-UN any of my school English Teachers were still alive, I'd send them some of my posts. I'd tell them "thanks for teechin me English!" That would sure-nuff push them towards the great beyond quicker, wouldn't it?
I told you I was in a most unusual mood, didn't I? I wish to see if I can end every sentence with a question mark, or a cute little exclamation point, do you think I can?
Let me see if I can stay on one subject, I doubt it! I had to make a delivery 30 miles north tonight and an unscheduled one, 15 minutes south. I get so bored driving on the interstate, I'm afraid I'm going to have an accident. It just plum bores me too death! The delivery south was unexpected and I was early! Damn imagine, anybody being early today!
It's been quite a spell since I've made the southern delivery. My boss gives me the key since I'm so early. "Here's the key to the west door" she said."No problem," I think. That's not to be the case, there's no lights on that side of the building, I don't have a flashlight! Surely . . . I can get the key in the little hole, you know, we guys have been doing this kind of thing in the dark for a long time! I took me some deep breaths, relaxed, really focused on something that seemed so very important . . . you know! Well . . . I jabbed a few times and couldn't find that little hole. I thought when I find it, it will feel . . . so good!!!
(((I'm sure I need not draw you a more clearer picture, but sometimes men need a tad of guidance in the dark when their excited you know!!!)))
Well I explode at getting the key in the little hole in the darkness! Little did I know other problems would soon wear me out! I'm now in a darkened building and I have no flashlight and . . .I'm in the dark, you see! (No excuse me you can't see because I cannot see!) I'm letting my eyes get even more accustom to even the darker predicament I be in!
Well I'm hard of hearing and when you're some what deaf you learn to go with the flow! You just smile and shake your head yes! You're asking "how is that going to help me in the situation I find myself in at that moment?" Kind a funny the things you think about ain't it? I move real slow, as to not bust my old ass, you know? I visualize where I'm standing, in correlation to how I remember it a couple years ago. I make it to the dock and manage to get the dock door open and the manual lift up! The darkest dark, has become a tad less dark! I feel my way around the doorways searching for a switch. I'm thinkin',
"what in the hell is wrong with these people down here, don't they know where to put the light switches?"
Somehow?!?! Like a man fumbling in the dark, I do find enough lights to get me most of the way with my two pallets. I find my way to where I feel is sufficient and drop my load. Sheesh! this has been one hell-uva night!
Saturday, March 22, 2014
All of Me!
You know I really, really, no really . . . enjoyed typing the post about the head that died! I seen that headline and . . . somethun popped, in me head!!! No! no! no!, this here was a different kind of pop! It was like one of them automatic writer pilots, ghost writers in the sky, or some insane moron, took over me head for a few minutes, yep I would not kid you, my friends!
I'm working on the story The Exorcism of Sister Sarah. It's a different kind of thing. I'll have to work on it when I'm totally relaxed, on the weekends, because I'll be in a different mindset. I'll finish it though, so please bear with me. I know exactly where I wish to go but I got so windy on the first post, it may never end. Once I started I knew I must lay the foundation sorry! I could not jump right to the exorcism part. The reason is, I'm talking family, that I know so well, its remained forever dormant since 1962 and now, for whatever reason seems it must come out. I'll tell the story through the eyes of a 12 tear old and finish it in the modern days from life's understanding. Quite possibly I've unleashed something I cannot do justice to. I have it outlined in my mind if only I can get it out as I wish to!
It ought to be a devil of a story, ya see! (Sorry I could not help myself!)
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My moods change so much I'm sure see that in my posts. No there ainna several different people a writin' this stuff, it be an old fart with some hillbilly roots on me daddy's side and an angel for a mother!
Last night was fun so I'll do it again. I'm drinking a glass of milk after taking my nighttime medicine. Depending on how tired I am, I have 30 minutes to an hour before my brain completely flies away. This time of the day I'm so relaxed, I could cry.
Where the hell did that come from? I remember now. Hank Williams Senior, recorded a song back in the 50's, titled, "I'm So Lonesome I could cry!"
Do you ever just fill like crying? I do! Never used to be that way, something has changed in my latter stages of life and once in awhile that feeling creeps over me, yet does not creep me out! Aging changed my outlook on many things. That's good, I reckon, to understand is to live!
I do not cry at movies or reading, damn sure not going to cry from a television show! (Well I cry at what they present to us!!!) Must be from a lack of vitamins, probably something in the food, too much sodium I must cry it out! Can't be from them peanut and chocolate M and M's! I had a bag from the vending machine at supper time. I placed them on a napkin and stared at them different colors of goodness. I laughed to myself, "Easter eggs to me, ha, ha!"
Damn I really be tired!
I'm going to leave you with these lyrics of Hank Williams.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves began to die?
Like me he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
SIMPLE AND BEAUTIFUL! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS . . .
I'm working on the story The Exorcism of Sister Sarah. It's a different kind of thing. I'll have to work on it when I'm totally relaxed, on the weekends, because I'll be in a different mindset. I'll finish it though, so please bear with me. I know exactly where I wish to go but I got so windy on the first post, it may never end. Once I started I knew I must lay the foundation sorry! I could not jump right to the exorcism part. The reason is, I'm talking family, that I know so well, its remained forever dormant since 1962 and now, for whatever reason seems it must come out. I'll tell the story through the eyes of a 12 tear old and finish it in the modern days from life's understanding. Quite possibly I've unleashed something I cannot do justice to. I have it outlined in my mind if only I can get it out as I wish to!
It ought to be a devil of a story, ya see! (Sorry I could not help myself!)
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My moods change so much I'm sure see that in my posts. No there ainna several different people a writin' this stuff, it be an old fart with some hillbilly roots on me daddy's side and an angel for a mother!
Last night was fun so I'll do it again. I'm drinking a glass of milk after taking my nighttime medicine. Depending on how tired I am, I have 30 minutes to an hour before my brain completely flies away. This time of the day I'm so relaxed, I could cry.
Where the hell did that come from? I remember now. Hank Williams Senior, recorded a song back in the 50's, titled, "I'm So Lonesome I could cry!"
Do you ever just fill like crying? I do! Never used to be that way, something has changed in my latter stages of life and once in awhile that feeling creeps over me, yet does not creep me out! Aging changed my outlook on many things. That's good, I reckon, to understand is to live!
I do not cry at movies or reading, damn sure not going to cry from a television show! (Well I cry at what they present to us!!!) Must be from a lack of vitamins, probably something in the food, too much sodium I must cry it out! Can't be from them peanut and chocolate M and M's! I had a bag from the vending machine at supper time. I placed them on a napkin and stared at them different colors of goodness. I laughed to myself, "Easter eggs to me, ha, ha!"
Damn I really be tired!
I'm going to leave you with these lyrics of Hank Williams.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves began to die?
Like me he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
SIMPLE AND BEAUTIFUL! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS . . .
Friday, March 21, 2014
For The Hell Of It!
I'm extremely tired and sleepy, I just took my medicine and am going to type as long as I can and hit post. WHY? JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT! CAUSE I CAN, YA SEE! Maybe you don't, but it seemed like a good idea at the time, also I'm going to leave all my mistakes in. See if I'm correcto-mundo as I get sleepier I should make even more misyakes and get sillier, if that's possible? I have no lights on and only underwear and a tee shirt. My legs are a tad cold and I only thought about this as I was going to bed so here goes nothing.
I had an extremely hard as far as work tonight and am tiredier than normal. (See that's fynny should be more tired.) But it's a good tired. How can that be? Well I love the release of them endorphins when I push myself beyond my boundaries. I can just take it easy but I like to rise above just earning my pay. I love feeling part of the team. I do hope you understand what I'm saying.
We have had many temporary workers through the years from these hire a worker agencies. I hate these type placebos (yer wondering about ain't ya?) that and it goes back many years to when I was in supervision and the company I worked for began to use these hire a worker places. Seems the only workers we got was work release men. I had to sign a verification form saying, "John Doe Convict worked so many hours on such and such a date." I hated that, wasn't bad enough I had to abide by union rules now there are work release peeple, working for me!
( I just noticed the way I spelled people in the last paragraph, works for me and even sounds correct don't it?)
I'm going to rehash old thoughts but damn it some people haven't a fuckin clue what work is all about. Someone as in management brought in a temporary worker from a temporary agence when just last week they said, "we're not going to use anymore temporary workers. Now don't that soun like managers. Any job takes even the minimal of training. So if you bring in a complete greenhorn, us as in the somewhat skilled workers have to compensate as in teach and in this case do their job for them cause theu can't. They slow the line down from inexperience, and . . . it takes fuckin longer, and . . . the others work harder compensating!
DAMN ! I feel me meds a kickin' in big time! Feels like I have downed a few Budweisers and I'm definitely not wiser. Feels good baby!
I seen where Starbucks is sampling serving alcohol in some of there stores. Soon coming to your neighborhood, overpriced alcohol in the afternoon to go with your overpriced coffee in the morning!
I don't get the Starbuck thing. Must be a made modern phenomenon addiction thing, I reckon.
So you get hooked on the caffeine, prestige, overpriced, green logo cup. Their banking on you coming in the afternoon and getting a large alcohol to go at the drive up window. Lord have mercy! I remember when their was no alcohol sales allowed on Sunday in my state.
Oh! oh! oh! If you wanted beer on Sunday you had to know a person who stocked up and charged you double on that day of rest.
So if you get served Starbuks alcohol in a special right pretty designed cup, you won't mind paying double will you?
Well now if you serve alcohol, you'll have to have something to munch on. That's like smoking weed, you get the munchies. Soon they'll be seving buffalo wings, pizza. Who knows where this will take them. Starbucks of the future, just imagine!
WOW THEY'LL BE JUST ANOTHER RESTAURANTWON'T THEY? OH! OH! OH! MAYBE THEIR TRYING TO COMPETE WITH THESE CAFFEINE LOADED LIGHTNING BOLTS THAT SMELL LIKE WINE THAT ALL THESE YOUNG ONES ARE GETTIND ADDICTED TO1 WOW AIN'T THEY SMART. That'a all folks!!!!! damn that was fun . . . . . . .
I had an extremely hard as far as work tonight and am tiredier than normal. (See that's fynny should be more tired.) But it's a good tired. How can that be? Well I love the release of them endorphins when I push myself beyond my boundaries. I can just take it easy but I like to rise above just earning my pay. I love feeling part of the team. I do hope you understand what I'm saying.
We have had many temporary workers through the years from these hire a worker agencies. I hate these type placebos (yer wondering about ain't ya?) that and it goes back many years to when I was in supervision and the company I worked for began to use these hire a worker places. Seems the only workers we got was work release men. I had to sign a verification form saying, "John Doe Convict worked so many hours on such and such a date." I hated that, wasn't bad enough I had to abide by union rules now there are work release peeple, working for me!
( I just noticed the way I spelled people in the last paragraph, works for me and even sounds correct don't it?)
I'm going to rehash old thoughts but damn it some people haven't a fuckin clue what work is all about. Someone as in management brought in a temporary worker from a temporary agence when just last week they said, "we're not going to use anymore temporary workers. Now don't that soun like managers. Any job takes even the minimal of training. So if you bring in a complete greenhorn, us as in the somewhat skilled workers have to compensate as in teach and in this case do their job for them cause theu can't. They slow the line down from inexperience, and . . . it takes fuckin longer, and . . . the others work harder compensating!
DAMN ! I feel me meds a kickin' in big time! Feels like I have downed a few Budweisers and I'm definitely not wiser. Feels good baby!
I seen where Starbucks is sampling serving alcohol in some of there stores. Soon coming to your neighborhood, overpriced alcohol in the afternoon to go with your overpriced coffee in the morning!
I don't get the Starbuck thing. Must be a made modern phenomenon addiction thing, I reckon.
So you get hooked on the caffeine, prestige, overpriced, green logo cup. Their banking on you coming in the afternoon and getting a large alcohol to go at the drive up window. Lord have mercy! I remember when their was no alcohol sales allowed on Sunday in my state.
Oh! oh! oh! If you wanted beer on Sunday you had to know a person who stocked up and charged you double on that day of rest.
So if you get served Starbuks alcohol in a special right pretty designed cup, you won't mind paying double will you?
Well now if you serve alcohol, you'll have to have something to munch on. That's like smoking weed, you get the munchies. Soon they'll be seving buffalo wings, pizza. Who knows where this will take them. Starbucks of the future, just imagine!
WOW THEY'LL BE JUST ANOTHER RESTAURANTWON'T THEY? OH! OH! OH! MAYBE THEIR TRYING TO COMPETE WITH THESE CAFFEINE LOADED LIGHTNING BOLTS THAT SMELL LIKE WINE THAT ALL THESE YOUNG ONES ARE GETTIND ADDICTED TO1 WOW AIN'T THEY SMART. That'a all folks!!!!! damn that was fun . . . . . . .
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Head Dies!
I ran across this headline, "Ex-head of Dems Strauss dies."
WHAT?
They have kept a man by the name of Dems Strauss alive! Wow I know I'm behind on my science, computer technology, the big bang theories, well . . . actually . . . everything in todays world, I be behind on! BUT . . keeping a man's head alive is real news I must say! Sheesh all this other crap, such as wars, aliens, from down under and up above is old fricking, fracking news!
Peering into the faint light of the BIG BANG, Jesus Christ God Almighty, what do they take us for any how! Losing a plane tain't, nuthin', Imma tellin ya!
People have told me plenty a times in me life, "don't lose your head!" What the hell is that suppose to mean. Just cause I have a different mindset 'bout somethin'.
What I want to know is when did Dems Strauss lose his body? How long have they kept that head alive, was that head doing any thinkin', did they have that head hooked up to a computer? You know they have ways of people being able to communicate through computers. Just look at Steven Hawkins he's still a thinkin'! Ain't that somethin'! I think it is.
It's a shame they let that head die. Why I just bet ya in another ten years they could of hooked it up to a Robot body, he could a become the first talking head in a robot body! Now he would of went down in history for that! By the way who is Dems Strauss, I run in a small circle like my dog and I ain't never heard of him, but I'm sure flabbergasted by his head.
I think I'll go check for more headlines, that head headline was a real killer!
Here's one "Ex-Rapper put to death in Texas." I know they do things in a big way in Texas, they don't take no shit, listening to Rap music ainna definitely my cup a tea, I don't think I would put anybody to death for playing it, nor singing it. I'd turn it off, walk away, you know, something a wee bit more civilized, Seems to me though they do put more people away there.
You know, maybe that's where Des Strauss was, Just a thought!
"Waves Seen On Titan's Seas" First of all, what the heck are they talkin about? We don't have no sea named Titan, do we? I'm behind on everything as I age, but I don't know, no sea by that name!
Oh! oh! oh! Don't I feel stupid! Titan is a moon around Saturn. Well . . . everybody knows that!
OKAY!!! HERE IS MY CLOSING THOUGHT FOR TODAY. SOME HOW THEY HAVE FOUND THE FAINT LIGHT OF THE BIG BANG, AND CAN SEE WAVES ON TITAN'S SEAS. I THINK THOSE WAVES ARE FROM THE MISSING PLANE, ALIENS PLACED IT THERE SO THAT WE KNOW WHERE IT IS. WE SEEM TO BE ABLE TO SEE THINGS OUT OF THIS WORLD, NOT ON THIS WORLD!!!
WHAT?
They have kept a man by the name of Dems Strauss alive! Wow I know I'm behind on my science, computer technology, the big bang theories, well . . . actually . . . everything in todays world, I be behind on! BUT . . keeping a man's head alive is real news I must say! Sheesh all this other crap, such as wars, aliens, from down under and up above is old fricking, fracking news!
Peering into the faint light of the BIG BANG, Jesus Christ God Almighty, what do they take us for any how! Losing a plane tain't, nuthin', Imma tellin ya!
People have told me plenty a times in me life, "don't lose your head!" What the hell is that suppose to mean. Just cause I have a different mindset 'bout somethin'.
What I want to know is when did Dems Strauss lose his body? How long have they kept that head alive, was that head doing any thinkin', did they have that head hooked up to a computer? You know they have ways of people being able to communicate through computers. Just look at Steven Hawkins he's still a thinkin'! Ain't that somethin'! I think it is.
It's a shame they let that head die. Why I just bet ya in another ten years they could of hooked it up to a Robot body, he could a become the first talking head in a robot body! Now he would of went down in history for that! By the way who is Dems Strauss, I run in a small circle like my dog and I ain't never heard of him, but I'm sure flabbergasted by his head.
I think I'll go check for more headlines, that head headline was a real killer!
Here's one "Ex-Rapper put to death in Texas." I know they do things in a big way in Texas, they don't take no shit, listening to Rap music ainna definitely my cup a tea, I don't think I would put anybody to death for playing it, nor singing it. I'd turn it off, walk away, you know, something a wee bit more civilized, Seems to me though they do put more people away there.
You know, maybe that's where Des Strauss was, Just a thought!
"Waves Seen On Titan's Seas" First of all, what the heck are they talkin about? We don't have no sea named Titan, do we? I'm behind on everything as I age, but I don't know, no sea by that name!
Oh! oh! oh! Don't I feel stupid! Titan is a moon around Saturn. Well . . . everybody knows that!
OKAY!!! HERE IS MY CLOSING THOUGHT FOR TODAY. SOME HOW THEY HAVE FOUND THE FAINT LIGHT OF THE BIG BANG, AND CAN SEE WAVES ON TITAN'S SEAS. I THINK THOSE WAVES ARE FROM THE MISSING PLANE, ALIENS PLACED IT THERE SO THAT WE KNOW WHERE IT IS. WE SEEM TO BE ABLE TO SEE THINGS OUT OF THIS WORLD, NOT ON THIS WORLD!!!
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
WHAT?
Makes one wonder . . . how far we've progressed, if you can lose a Jet! Satellites can take a picture of everything from above. One of these Boeing 777 are huge, and we lost one? Maybe them Pirates are moving on up stealing Jets now!
Pirates have been kidnaping ships and holding them for ransom. They board the ships at night in small boats and take a whole ship hostage and ask millions for return.
Apparently they don't know it's 2014, they ain't suppose to do that! I personally can't imagine that, and find it hard to believe. Seems, so impossible! Yet they report it on the evening news and in the newspapers so it has to be true . . . right?
Back to the Boeing 777 aircraft. So Amelia Earhart's plane was never found, I do think that's a completely different kind of dilemma. Damn, they didn't even have radar back then, did they? I can see how that could happen, in 1937. But an aircraft like a 777 in the information age of today. Everybody seems to be flummoxed over this situation.
I read where we're still using 1950 radar technology in our modern world, I shake me head, and go, "WHAT!"
I'm totally flummoxed, nothing makes, no sense, no more, no how! Is it just an old fart who can't think no more, or what?
I'm skimming the local newspaper at break looking for something interesting. Hard to do I must say! I like reading them small articles in the back and I found this one.
Researchers peered into the faint light that remains from the big bang of 14 billion years ago.
I say, "WHAT?"
Sometimes I have a little bit of trouble, distinguishing reality, a manic phase. a down mood, or my dreams.
I cannot read the fine print on anything and my glasses are not that old. So let me get this straight they peered into what, to see the faint light of the big bang!
I'll admit to having many a fine bangs, while having sex and visualizing stars! A time or two seeing a whole planetarium!
I have a pretty darn good imagination and have smoked a little in me younger days, also been drunk a time or two. Have hit my head so hard, I have seen stars, but what in the hell are these Researchers using to spot the original, first BIG BANG ya' know?
Am I ever flummoxed!
WELL I THINK I'LL SUMMARIZE WHAT I'VE REPORTED, GLENVIEW STYLE. Well I think this here report speaks for itself goodnight!
Pirates have been kidnaping ships and holding them for ransom. They board the ships at night in small boats and take a whole ship hostage and ask millions for return.
Apparently they don't know it's 2014, they ain't suppose to do that! I personally can't imagine that, and find it hard to believe. Seems, so impossible! Yet they report it on the evening news and in the newspapers so it has to be true . . . right?
Back to the Boeing 777 aircraft. So Amelia Earhart's plane was never found, I do think that's a completely different kind of dilemma. Damn, they didn't even have radar back then, did they? I can see how that could happen, in 1937. But an aircraft like a 777 in the information age of today. Everybody seems to be flummoxed over this situation.
I read where we're still using 1950 radar technology in our modern world, I shake me head, and go, "WHAT!"
I'm totally flummoxed, nothing makes, no sense, no more, no how! Is it just an old fart who can't think no more, or what?
I'm skimming the local newspaper at break looking for something interesting. Hard to do I must say! I like reading them small articles in the back and I found this one.
Researchers peered into the faint light that remains from the big bang of 14 billion years ago.
I say, "WHAT?"
Sometimes I have a little bit of trouble, distinguishing reality, a manic phase. a down mood, or my dreams.
I cannot read the fine print on anything and my glasses are not that old. So let me get this straight they peered into what, to see the faint light of the big bang!
I'll admit to having many a fine bangs, while having sex and visualizing stars! A time or two seeing a whole planetarium!
I have a pretty darn good imagination and have smoked a little in me younger days, also been drunk a time or two. Have hit my head so hard, I have seen stars, but what in the hell are these Researchers using to spot the original, first BIG BANG ya' know?
Am I ever flummoxed!
WELL I THINK I'LL SUMMARIZE WHAT I'VE REPORTED, GLENVIEW STYLE. Well I think this here report speaks for itself goodnight!
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Thinkin' About Nothin' . . .
Is self-stress killing me or hard work?
That's a really good question!
I've been doing a heap-o-thinkin' since writing yesterday's post. There has always been self inflicted stress in my life for as long as I can remember. A child should not be afflicted with stress but apparently I was. I've carried that scenario my entire life not knowing how to break free. Quite possibly if I free myself from my lifetime bad habit I could add a few years to my life.
I have a note on my refrigerator "stay focused." As you see by what I write it's hard, really hard to do that one thing! But that's me, always has been.
I wear glasses and even with a relatively new prescription it's very hard to keep up close in focus, cause it's, too close, you see! Being too close with glasses made to produce the proper clarity with what is called progressive lenses, ones eyes must be in proper alignment with the corrective lenses. It is hard to keep balance in head movements and such to stay focused.
It's so much harder in life. If I can stay within myself mentally, by avoiding stress then old Glen be in balance. (I ain't never been in balance for very long in my life! But when I am, I love it!)
Example, rules in the workplace are there for a reason, right? Rules and such that are to be adhered to by adults. I'm the one that's hard of hearing, yet I adhere to them, you'd think ones with good hearing would have an easier time of adhering, wouldn't you?
If from day one the managers would make the new ones adhere to the rules then if you did not adhere you would not stay here! Here it be just that simple!
I'm here tonight to self-diagnose myself for stress. I put stress on myself if others don't follow the rules, why is that? Jimmy Joe Bob be over there fucking off and the rest of us good old boys and good old girl's be a workin'. Because it's Jimmy Joe Bob that be okay. Well it ain't to Glen Bob, he get pissed and stressed because, it ain't right baby! Huh, uh, no way, no shape, no how! But Glen Bob has seen it his whole life. The special ones . . . receive special treatment. WHY? I ASK?
So maybe I should ask my Doctor. Doctor, Doctor, give me some stop giving a shit pills, please! How do I not care or not give a crap, I wanna some of them really good pills. When someone especially my bosses look into my eyes and they see themselves, in my mirror eyes, yeah . . . man that's what I want.
I say to my Doctor, "Doc. they got pills for everythang . . . today! I see them on the television, ain't no reason what so ever old Glen, should be a stressed out, huh, uh!
WELL NOW, I DON'T A RECKON, WORK KILLS ME, IT'S THE STRESS SHIT, I CANNOT GET AWAY FROM INSIDE MYSELF, THAT'S A KILLING ME!
My mother has the answer if you remember I asked her one time, while we're sitting on her front porch on a warm summer day, "mom what are you a thinkin' 'bout?"
"NOTHIN'" SHE SAYS.
I MADE THE MISTAKE OF SAYING, "MOM . . . YOU HAVE TO BE A THINKIN' 'BOUT SOMETHIN'!"
SHE QUIPPED BACK WITH A LITTLE FIRE FROM HER BELLY, ""I'M THINKIN' 'BOUT NOTHIN'!"
WELL I LONG FOR SOME OF THAT, "I'M THINKIN' 'BOUT NOTHIN'" UH, HUH! I SURE ENUFF DO!
That's a really good question!
I've been doing a heap-o-thinkin' since writing yesterday's post. There has always been self inflicted stress in my life for as long as I can remember. A child should not be afflicted with stress but apparently I was. I've carried that scenario my entire life not knowing how to break free. Quite possibly if I free myself from my lifetime bad habit I could add a few years to my life.
I have a note on my refrigerator "stay focused." As you see by what I write it's hard, really hard to do that one thing! But that's me, always has been.
I wear glasses and even with a relatively new prescription it's very hard to keep up close in focus, cause it's, too close, you see! Being too close with glasses made to produce the proper clarity with what is called progressive lenses, ones eyes must be in proper alignment with the corrective lenses. It is hard to keep balance in head movements and such to stay focused.
It's so much harder in life. If I can stay within myself mentally, by avoiding stress then old Glen be in balance. (I ain't never been in balance for very long in my life! But when I am, I love it!)
Example, rules in the workplace are there for a reason, right? Rules and such that are to be adhered to by adults. I'm the one that's hard of hearing, yet I adhere to them, you'd think ones with good hearing would have an easier time of adhering, wouldn't you?
If from day one the managers would make the new ones adhere to the rules then if you did not adhere you would not stay here! Here it be just that simple!
I'm here tonight to self-diagnose myself for stress. I put stress on myself if others don't follow the rules, why is that? Jimmy Joe Bob be over there fucking off and the rest of us good old boys and good old girl's be a workin'. Because it's Jimmy Joe Bob that be okay. Well it ain't to Glen Bob, he get pissed and stressed because, it ain't right baby! Huh, uh, no way, no shape, no how! But Glen Bob has seen it his whole life. The special ones . . . receive special treatment. WHY? I ASK?
So maybe I should ask my Doctor. Doctor, Doctor, give me some stop giving a shit pills, please! How do I not care or not give a crap, I wanna some of them really good pills. When someone especially my bosses look into my eyes and they see themselves, in my mirror eyes, yeah . . . man that's what I want.
I say to my Doctor, "Doc. they got pills for everythang . . . today! I see them on the television, ain't no reason what so ever old Glen, should be a stressed out, huh, uh!
WELL NOW, I DON'T A RECKON, WORK KILLS ME, IT'S THE STRESS SHIT, I CANNOT GET AWAY FROM INSIDE MYSELF, THAT'S A KILLING ME!
My mother has the answer if you remember I asked her one time, while we're sitting on her front porch on a warm summer day, "mom what are you a thinkin' 'bout?"
"NOTHIN'" SHE SAYS.
I MADE THE MISTAKE OF SAYING, "MOM . . . YOU HAVE TO BE A THINKIN' 'BOUT SOMETHIN'!"
SHE QUIPPED BACK WITH A LITTLE FIRE FROM HER BELLY, ""I'M THINKIN' 'BOUT NOTHIN'!"
WELL I LONG FOR SOME OF THAT, "I'M THINKIN' 'BOUT NOTHIN'" UH, HUH! I SURE ENUFF DO!
Monday, March 17, 2014
The Exorcism . . . of Sister Sarah!
I suspect some background is needed to understand the story I'm about to tell you. This is a true story if you believe in the way I was raised in a little country church of the Pentecost persuasion. I'm not here to make you believe, only to let you read about a true life happening, in my actual family. This is not a story handed down from generation to generation. This is an actual happening with family members whom I believe in. I will tell you the actual events and close with my commentary and explanation of today.
My grandparents on my father's side were born at the turn of the 1900's, poor, real poor country people. Not stupid, common sense people of the earth, who relied on mother earth in ways the modern ones cannot understand! Simply put, the ones of the modern area would never survive, what they went through. Early in life my grandpa was hooked on the shine, moonshine that is, during prohibition he drank anything available. My grandma was described as a hellcat in her early days. She was a strong headed redhead. She bear three children by the time she married my grandpa. Not my grandpa by blood but he's my true grandpa, by being there, and doing. It's now the 30's the depression is in full might. My grandpa James worked for the government projects that created jobs at this time. My grandma Betty was in charge of raising three young-ins, heathens I suppose is more accurate, from what I heard!
Poor as dirt country folk, living off the land, no electricity, no running water except in the creek across the road. Wood cook stove and heat in the winter. Poor, proud, mostly uneducated. James had no schooling. Betty some grade school, good enough to read and write, the three children had some grade school, the youngest if I recollect made it to the eighth grade.
Hunting, fishing, frog gigging, coon hunting all the necessary ways to put food on he table and sell the raccoon pelts for some jingle in their pocket.
I must paint this scene, I dare say few anymore must go through these ways for survival, but to survive was the everyday norm, creating adventures, tall tales, deaths, prison sentences. I still remember to this day visiting my uncle Smitty in prison, you don't forget something like that as an impressionable nine year old. It's too real!
Saturday and Sundays were for visiting, where distant and close family members would pop in just to have a good time, telling their tallest tales, eating, togetherness in a way I don't see today. No matter how crazy, how mean, family was family. All their differences did not matter it was pure family enjoyment
My grandma and grandpa after some very uncertain times, some scary, some bloody, settled into a groove by being saved, baptized in the river by a Pentecostal Preacher. This former four room house was turned into a church by ripping out the walls, placing one of them pot bellied coal/wood stoves in the middle and a few benches, an outhouse to do your doings in. Cold as a ice block in winter and full of spiders in the summer. No electricity, kerosene lanterns, made for an eery sight, sometimes when the preacher be a rolling the word of the almighty, let alone an oak log in the pot bellied stove would pop like a firecracker, then seems all hell has broken loose! There was no such thing as just Sunday School meetings, oh no! There be Sunday night service, Wednesday night service. There be traveling ministers called evangelist, then there would be services every night for the heathens that show up in search of salvation.
My momma was and still is a good old girl, but my daddy, well he had problems from growing up across the wayward side of the tracks, if you know what I mean. His upbringing, and his real daddy not being around and his ma, had a temper, way back then! He was a product of his upbringing. He refused to go to school and spent a couple years in the state reform school to reform his lack of schooling. I do believe he never got any smarter, but making him do hard labor and a mule kicking him in the head at that reform school forever shaped his mind. Drinking, fighting, bars, I suppose they thought that was manly back then. The town I grew up in at one time had twenty four bars, taverns, night clubs, plus the girlie houses all within a couple blocks of the courthouse with the big jail right behind it. There was an Air Force base in my town, and a Army base only twenty minutes away by train, and the train ran almost to the courthouse, so I do reckon Im'ma tryin' to tell y'all, it was a Dodge City type of rootin-tootin,fightin' fuckin' town on Saturday night.
WELL NOW! SEEMS THIS HERE REMINISCING IS TAKING AN UNEXPECTED MAGNITUDE OF WORDS. THE BACKGROUND IS MIGHTY IMPORTANT FOR UNDERSTANDING, I'LL CONTINUE WITH PART TWO OF THE EXORCISM OF SISTER SARAH. YES YOU READ RIGHT, BEFORE THE MOVIE "THE EXORCIST" WAS "THE EXORCISM OF SISTER SARAH," AND I DO NOT MEAN TO MAKE FUN OF THAT, BECAUSE IT SCARED THE HELL OUT OF A 12 YEAR OLD LAD. THAT LAD BE ME!!!
My grandparents on my father's side were born at the turn of the 1900's, poor, real poor country people. Not stupid, common sense people of the earth, who relied on mother earth in ways the modern ones cannot understand! Simply put, the ones of the modern area would never survive, what they went through. Early in life my grandpa was hooked on the shine, moonshine that is, during prohibition he drank anything available. My grandma was described as a hellcat in her early days. She was a strong headed redhead. She bear three children by the time she married my grandpa. Not my grandpa by blood but he's my true grandpa, by being there, and doing. It's now the 30's the depression is in full might. My grandpa James worked for the government projects that created jobs at this time. My grandma Betty was in charge of raising three young-ins, heathens I suppose is more accurate, from what I heard!
Poor as dirt country folk, living off the land, no electricity, no running water except in the creek across the road. Wood cook stove and heat in the winter. Poor, proud, mostly uneducated. James had no schooling. Betty some grade school, good enough to read and write, the three children had some grade school, the youngest if I recollect made it to the eighth grade.
Hunting, fishing, frog gigging, coon hunting all the necessary ways to put food on he table and sell the raccoon pelts for some jingle in their pocket.
I must paint this scene, I dare say few anymore must go through these ways for survival, but to survive was the everyday norm, creating adventures, tall tales, deaths, prison sentences. I still remember to this day visiting my uncle Smitty in prison, you don't forget something like that as an impressionable nine year old. It's too real!
Saturday and Sundays were for visiting, where distant and close family members would pop in just to have a good time, telling their tallest tales, eating, togetherness in a way I don't see today. No matter how crazy, how mean, family was family. All their differences did not matter it was pure family enjoyment
My grandma and grandpa after some very uncertain times, some scary, some bloody, settled into a groove by being saved, baptized in the river by a Pentecostal Preacher. This former four room house was turned into a church by ripping out the walls, placing one of them pot bellied coal/wood stoves in the middle and a few benches, an outhouse to do your doings in. Cold as a ice block in winter and full of spiders in the summer. No electricity, kerosene lanterns, made for an eery sight, sometimes when the preacher be a rolling the word of the almighty, let alone an oak log in the pot bellied stove would pop like a firecracker, then seems all hell has broken loose! There was no such thing as just Sunday School meetings, oh no! There be Sunday night service, Wednesday night service. There be traveling ministers called evangelist, then there would be services every night for the heathens that show up in search of salvation.
My momma was and still is a good old girl, but my daddy, well he had problems from growing up across the wayward side of the tracks, if you know what I mean. His upbringing, and his real daddy not being around and his ma, had a temper, way back then! He was a product of his upbringing. He refused to go to school and spent a couple years in the state reform school to reform his lack of schooling. I do believe he never got any smarter, but making him do hard labor and a mule kicking him in the head at that reform school forever shaped his mind. Drinking, fighting, bars, I suppose they thought that was manly back then. The town I grew up in at one time had twenty four bars, taverns, night clubs, plus the girlie houses all within a couple blocks of the courthouse with the big jail right behind it. There was an Air Force base in my town, and a Army base only twenty minutes away by train, and the train ran almost to the courthouse, so I do reckon Im'ma tryin' to tell y'all, it was a Dodge City type of rootin-tootin,fightin' fuckin' town on Saturday night.
WELL NOW! SEEMS THIS HERE REMINISCING IS TAKING AN UNEXPECTED MAGNITUDE OF WORDS. THE BACKGROUND IS MIGHTY IMPORTANT FOR UNDERSTANDING, I'LL CONTINUE WITH PART TWO OF THE EXORCISM OF SISTER SARAH. YES YOU READ RIGHT, BEFORE THE MOVIE "THE EXORCIST" WAS "THE EXORCISM OF SISTER SARAH," AND I DO NOT MEAN TO MAKE FUN OF THAT, BECAUSE IT SCARED THE HELL OUT OF A 12 YEAR OLD LAD. THAT LAD BE ME!!!
Sunday, March 16, 2014
MY QUEST!
I may never achieve my actual quest of why I felt the need to write my thoughts and emotions. Seems I must though! I wish to give it up and say, "why the hell?" My life's work could be summed up as a man of many emotions. It's fun and heartbreaking at the same time. A flip in my head switches and against my will I change. I'm sure the Pill Pushers of today have a pill for me. I don't want a fucking pill. I simply wish to be me!
That's what I want to come through in my writings, ramblings, whatever it is . . . I do. I'm an individual, it's that individual I wish to appear to you. Like me or hate me doesn't matter as long as you get to know me. The only way to know me is through this format. The problem is I'm getting on in years and have some health problems. Nothing major, just many ones that grind away at my body and soul. No one truly knows me, it's not about understanding me, it's simply to see me for what I am, no airs. Naked, laid bare to the bone, from life's struggles. If someone identifies and I actually can come across for insight or better still, help someone, then all is worth.
See it's when I bare my heart to the world, I'm free! At this desk my mind goes wild with so many thoughts and emotions rising to the forefront, saying, "me . . . me . . . me . . ." My mind swirls like a whirlpool.
An example is just now a scene from a recent dream pops into my mind, emotionally and visually a fantastic one. A look at how my sister who died when I was seven looks as a grownup. Never in all this years have I experienced such a thing. I've only remembered her as she looked in the casket. Now I can retain her as a grownup and a real beauty I might say! Is that a wonderful scene and emotion to appear when you're feeling blue!!!
This is why I must write, ONLY . . . my fingers cannot keep up. I struggle immensely from beginning my endeavor too late in life. As a young man typing was a girlie thing, you know! Men worked in factories, were electricians, mechanics! How's typing gonna pay off for a poor boy, ya see! No one envisioned the information age of today. Televisions were ancient tube technology, little rectangular, gizmos, like the new phones with the computers inside, pleeaassee!!!
You see I ramble and it's the type of rambling and excitement that builds up inside me when I really get a going. I've only scratched the surface of, so far! I suppose I've always lived within my turtle shell for protection and never understood why? It was needed simply for survival. Many complications of childhood through today, so what's new to that "WE ALL HAVE THEM!" Right, that's my point I wish to share and we may help each other in the process!
There's nothing I love better than a good conversation. Especially when two grownups are talking grownup things! Ya know what I'm saying not, the weather, sports, political, religion thing, ya know!
The book Crime And Punishment laid my heart open. The thoughts, patterns and emotions, challenging Raskolnikov was me. How so? For the first time in my life thoughts like his were mine! We're taught/brainwashed to be a certain way. We do not know, that we are, who we are around, a byproduct of that environment and all the environments we go though. HUH! "You know what I'm saying!!! Don't you?"
DAMN IT! WE'RE ALL INDIVIDUALS, AND THAT INDIVIDUALITY MUST COME OUT!!!
I practiced my typing skills, (rather lack of skills!) by typing 200 pages of the actual book Crime And Punishment last year, starting in January. Why? Well I gained more insight, into it, by retracing it as slow as my typing allowed. It's not a book to speed through. You need to have some living under your belt to properly understand. The fact it is 150 years old is only a challenge in your modern head. The brilliant writing and heartfelt emotions are real for today. After typing half the book, I now know I needed a break from it, and life. Challenging both . . . to say the least! I was getting a lot of hits and the fact that people from around the world was reading Dostoesvky's work was heartwarming and well worth my time. I keep that copy given to me by a friend on my desk.
I have many stories and thoughts to tell you. So many I will never get through them! Ah, but that's the fun of it! To simply sit down every night and type, what I want! Professional writers like in newspapers are paid to write and can cross all the t's and dot all the i's. But it's their job and they must write stories assigned by Editors most likely. "Frankly my dear, I'd rather be me!" For it's the endeavor of experiencing "THE QUEST OF UNDERSTANDING MYSELF, THAT KEEPS ME, A GOING!"
What I ask of you my friends, is read my true emotions and not the many mistakes I have made and will make, for I give you my heart, and hopefully enough of my brain to accomplish my quest!!!!!
That's what I want to come through in my writings, ramblings, whatever it is . . . I do. I'm an individual, it's that individual I wish to appear to you. Like me or hate me doesn't matter as long as you get to know me. The only way to know me is through this format. The problem is I'm getting on in years and have some health problems. Nothing major, just many ones that grind away at my body and soul. No one truly knows me, it's not about understanding me, it's simply to see me for what I am, no airs. Naked, laid bare to the bone, from life's struggles. If someone identifies and I actually can come across for insight or better still, help someone, then all is worth.
See it's when I bare my heart to the world, I'm free! At this desk my mind goes wild with so many thoughts and emotions rising to the forefront, saying, "me . . . me . . . me . . ." My mind swirls like a whirlpool.
An example is just now a scene from a recent dream pops into my mind, emotionally and visually a fantastic one. A look at how my sister who died when I was seven looks as a grownup. Never in all this years have I experienced such a thing. I've only remembered her as she looked in the casket. Now I can retain her as a grownup and a real beauty I might say! Is that a wonderful scene and emotion to appear when you're feeling blue!!!
This is why I must write, ONLY . . . my fingers cannot keep up. I struggle immensely from beginning my endeavor too late in life. As a young man typing was a girlie thing, you know! Men worked in factories, were electricians, mechanics! How's typing gonna pay off for a poor boy, ya see! No one envisioned the information age of today. Televisions were ancient tube technology, little rectangular, gizmos, like the new phones with the computers inside, pleeaassee!!!
You see I ramble and it's the type of rambling and excitement that builds up inside me when I really get a going. I've only scratched the surface of, so far! I suppose I've always lived within my turtle shell for protection and never understood why? It was needed simply for survival. Many complications of childhood through today, so what's new to that "WE ALL HAVE THEM!" Right, that's my point I wish to share and we may help each other in the process!
There's nothing I love better than a good conversation. Especially when two grownups are talking grownup things! Ya know what I'm saying not, the weather, sports, political, religion thing, ya know!
The book Crime And Punishment laid my heart open. The thoughts, patterns and emotions, challenging Raskolnikov was me. How so? For the first time in my life thoughts like his were mine! We're taught/brainwashed to be a certain way. We do not know, that we are, who we are around, a byproduct of that environment and all the environments we go though. HUH! "You know what I'm saying!!! Don't you?"
DAMN IT! WE'RE ALL INDIVIDUALS, AND THAT INDIVIDUALITY MUST COME OUT!!!
I practiced my typing skills, (rather lack of skills!) by typing 200 pages of the actual book Crime And Punishment last year, starting in January. Why? Well I gained more insight, into it, by retracing it as slow as my typing allowed. It's not a book to speed through. You need to have some living under your belt to properly understand. The fact it is 150 years old is only a challenge in your modern head. The brilliant writing and heartfelt emotions are real for today. After typing half the book, I now know I needed a break from it, and life. Challenging both . . . to say the least! I was getting a lot of hits and the fact that people from around the world was reading Dostoesvky's work was heartwarming and well worth my time. I keep that copy given to me by a friend on my desk.
I have many stories and thoughts to tell you. So many I will never get through them! Ah, but that's the fun of it! To simply sit down every night and type, what I want! Professional writers like in newspapers are paid to write and can cross all the t's and dot all the i's. But it's their job and they must write stories assigned by Editors most likely. "Frankly my dear, I'd rather be me!" For it's the endeavor of experiencing "THE QUEST OF UNDERSTANDING MYSELF, THAT KEEPS ME, A GOING!"
What I ask of you my friends, is read my true emotions and not the many mistakes I have made and will make, for I give you my heart, and hopefully enough of my brain to accomplish my quest!!!!!
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Does . . . it Matter?
I get out of a nice warm bed, stumbling to the bathroom, where I absolutely must go, at the beginning of a new day. Too early to think, only one thing on my mind, as my body sloshes the flood creeps up into my eyes. The pressure rivals, the mightiest water hydrant flow, in the mostus, powerfulest, city water system, as I drain my hose from eight hours of dream time! I look in the mirror, yikes!!! Did I fall asleep thirty years ago, am I in some sort of spacial anomality, time warp, time displacing, body aging, Twilight Zone, something or the other! Rod Sterling please rewrite!!!
In my dreams, I'm a lean, mean, prime specimen. I do not see myself, but I felt as a conqueror of my destiny. The realization hits me as my manhood trickles down to a dribble. Reality sucks! Another day of feeling antiquated, in the day of right now, everything. If only I could die in my dreams where I'm blessed with forever, a special me, instead?
A night's rest should make me feel better rested, instead of tattered, torn like a toy rope a pack of puppies have been fighting over all day. The shower feels good on my aching joints, that have to carry me once more day into the grueling arena of life. I don't mind the work, it's the daily rebelling of the frame and interior workings of a long over stressed mechanism. The "I think I Can", attitude of a steam locomotive in the modern era of a 15,000 horsepower computerized diesel WOWZA! Cannot compete, still . . . I must!
I press onward. That's all I've ever known! To do not, would be to fail! One day I will fail, and the young varmints will pick me clean! What will have become of me? There'll be nothing left to see as the sun and sand erases.
Time is a funny thing, do we use it wisely, waste it away, or just let what will be, be? Do you think anything we do . . . matters?
We argue over the existence of the big bang or an omnipotent being that knows all.
WHAT DO I TRULY KNOW? NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, JUST THE TIRED RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD MAN, WHO WISHES ONLY FOR ANOTHER DAY TO FIGURE IT OUT!!!!
TO POST OR NOT TO POST, THAT'S THE QUESTION FOR TODAY!!! I'M SO TIRED MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY! I WISH TO THANK ALL THAT TAKE TIME OUT OF ANOTHER DAY OF YOUR LIFE TO TUNE INTO GLENVIEW, WHERE I SOMEDAY HOPE TO GET OUT OF MY MIND, WHAT I WISH TO SAY, GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS!
In my dreams, I'm a lean, mean, prime specimen. I do not see myself, but I felt as a conqueror of my destiny. The realization hits me as my manhood trickles down to a dribble. Reality sucks! Another day of feeling antiquated, in the day of right now, everything. If only I could die in my dreams where I'm blessed with forever, a special me, instead?
A night's rest should make me feel better rested, instead of tattered, torn like a toy rope a pack of puppies have been fighting over all day. The shower feels good on my aching joints, that have to carry me once more day into the grueling arena of life. I don't mind the work, it's the daily rebelling of the frame and interior workings of a long over stressed mechanism. The "I think I Can", attitude of a steam locomotive in the modern era of a 15,000 horsepower computerized diesel WOWZA! Cannot compete, still . . . I must!
I press onward. That's all I've ever known! To do not, would be to fail! One day I will fail, and the young varmints will pick me clean! What will have become of me? There'll be nothing left to see as the sun and sand erases.
Time is a funny thing, do we use it wisely, waste it away, or just let what will be, be? Do you think anything we do . . . matters?
We argue over the existence of the big bang or an omnipotent being that knows all.
WHAT DO I TRULY KNOW? NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, JUST THE TIRED RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD MAN, WHO WISHES ONLY FOR ANOTHER DAY TO FIGURE IT OUT!!!!
TO POST OR NOT TO POST, THAT'S THE QUESTION FOR TODAY!!! I'M SO TIRED MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY! I WISH TO THANK ALL THAT TAKE TIME OUT OF ANOTHER DAY OF YOUR LIFE TO TUNE INTO GLENVIEW, WHERE I SOMEDAY HOPE TO GET OUT OF MY MIND, WHAT I WISH TO SAY, GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS!
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Help Wanted
hello, my FRIENDS!
Seen a sign today on a pick-up truck, "for sale by owner." Did that ever get me started, EVERY time I see this, I think . . . who else is going to sell it? You must have a title here where I reside! Sooo, is someone who is not "the owner going to sell you the pick-up!!!
My favorite convenient store was built maybe five years ago, ever since there have been a sign on the front door, "help wanted." So several years later, their still looking for help? I've seen a hell of a lot of people behind the cash register taking money! I sure hope, they're the help!!! ""mAyBe . . . NoT!"" Could they just jump behind the counter, taking money until their pockets are stuffed then, sell the convenient store to some one who is not the owner, you know, like the pick-up truck?
I went to the bathroom the other day at my favorite convenient store, there smackdab on the door was a help wanted sign. I FROZE ON MY TRACKS ON THAT ONE . . . a thinkin', I best check that door again! Yep it was the bathroom! I were a mite cautious going in, because of the sign on the door, " help wanted!" That seemed a might queer . . . ya know!
I did a post called "Signs" a while back, every day I see signs and other billboards for example that make me laugh. Example a billboard for the world's largest fast food restaurant. It has their fish sandwich looking, in all its glory. Now, I absolutely love them little fish squares, don't get me wrong, and I also don't know why I love them! Salty little fishees, on an un-sesame-seeded-bun. On the billboard them things look so big and them fish squares were hanging out the bun.
So I be a thinkin'. DAMN . . . I gotta have me one of them san-witch-es, but, I've been watching my salt intake. One day I was a real good boy having practically no salt, and planned after work, I'm going to get me one of them big square fish san-wishes, yes I am!!! Well sure-nuff, I go there. The man in the little speaker said, "sir we're out of fish spam-wich-es." Shite . . . I'm, I'm, in so much shock, my mouth was a droolin' for one of them square fishey's, I say, "nevermind and don't get nothin'!"
((( Yes . . . I did play around with the word sandwich above! Just a checkin' to see if you caught that! )))
Seen a sign today on a pick-up truck, "for sale by owner." Did that ever get me started, EVERY time I see this, I think . . . who else is going to sell it? You must have a title here where I reside! Sooo, is someone who is not "the owner going to sell you the pick-up!!!
My favorite convenient store was built maybe five years ago, ever since there have been a sign on the front door, "help wanted." So several years later, their still looking for help? I've seen a hell of a lot of people behind the cash register taking money! I sure hope, they're the help!!! ""mAyBe . . . NoT!"" Could they just jump behind the counter, taking money until their pockets are stuffed then, sell the convenient store to some one who is not the owner, you know, like the pick-up truck?
I went to the bathroom the other day at my favorite convenient store, there smackdab on the door was a help wanted sign. I FROZE ON MY TRACKS ON THAT ONE . . . a thinkin', I best check that door again! Yep it was the bathroom! I were a mite cautious going in, because of the sign on the door, " help wanted!" That seemed a might queer . . . ya know!
I did a post called "Signs" a while back, every day I see signs and other billboards for example that make me laugh. Example a billboard for the world's largest fast food restaurant. It has their fish sandwich looking, in all its glory. Now, I absolutely love them little fish squares, don't get me wrong, and I also don't know why I love them! Salty little fishees, on an un-sesame-seeded-bun. On the billboard them things look so big and them fish squares were hanging out the bun.
So I be a thinkin'. DAMN . . . I gotta have me one of them san-witch-es, but, I've been watching my salt intake. One day I was a real good boy having practically no salt, and planned after work, I'm going to get me one of them big square fish san-wishes, yes I am!!! Well sure-nuff, I go there. The man in the little speaker said, "sir we're out of fish spam-wich-es." Shite . . . I'm, I'm, in so much shock, my mouth was a droolin' for one of them square fishey's, I say, "nevermind and don't get nothin'!"
((( Yes . . . I did play around with the word sandwich above! Just a checkin' to see if you caught that! )))
Sunday, March 9, 2014
MELANCHOLY
First off and most importantly, I've curtailed my salt intake, drastically. I've been eating all my meals at home and taking a salt free lunch to work. I've been checking the salt content on everything. It's imperative that I continue doing so! In only three weeks you would not believe the difference in how I feel physically. Actually after a few days or possibly a week there was a true difference. My arthritis calmed down rather nicely, so that I've not had to take any aleve, ibuprofen. My blood pressure has dropped to an acceptable level for me. My Doctor ask "why the big improvement?"
I felt it very important to address with you my friends. As I physically feel so does my mental state, to a certain extent. Still there is this part of me that does not change as much as I'd like. Possible a lifetime of things that are built up inside, that never go away and cannot heal. Therefore I would like to write about melancholy today.
What is MELANCHOLY? Feeling or causing sadness: feeling or making somebody feel a thoughtful or gentle sadness
The gloomy character of somebody said to have an excess of black bile, one of the four body humors that were once thought to determine people's health and emotional state
A constitutional tendency to gloominess or depression
A sad thoughtful state of mind
MEDICAL DEFINITION OF MELANCHOLY, an abnormal state attributed to an excess of black bile, and characterized, by irascibility or depression
I think I need to know more about this black bile, and body humors.
BLACK BILE, one of the four humors of medieval physiology, supposed to cause melancholy in excess.
The World of Shakespeare's Humors
The four body humors were part of Shakespearean cosmology, inherited from the ancient Greek philosophers Aristotle, Hippocrates, and Galen.
Organized around the four elements, of earth, water, air, and fire; the four qualities of cold, hot, moist, and dry; and the four humors, these physical qualities determine the behavior of all created things including the human body.
Seems this post has taken an unexpected twist of its own, from, salt to melancholy to Shakespeare!
I have always liked the word melancholy, don't know exactly why but this one definition I like. A sad thoughtful state of mind.
All this other information I've added today is most interesting, but a sad thoughtful state of mind, reminds me of me....
Staying in this state of mind would certainly lead to depression, I suppose, but is a thoughtful state of mind bad? Certainly always thinking can have its drawbacks, right? "I think therefore I am!" Am what? Am what I'm thinking!
I THINK . . . I BETTER SUM THIS POST UP. I CAN BE MELANCHOLY AND FUNNY AT THE SAME TIME. OPPOSITES, YET, ARE BOTH ME! IT'S A CHECK AND BALENCE THING YOU KNOW!
MELANCHOLY IS FEELING, FEELING IS A GOOD THING, I THINK! SOMETIMES YOU MAY FEEL TOO MUCH, BUT I'D RATHER FEEL, THAN NOT FEEL! EVEN THROUGH DARK EMOTIONS YOU LEARN, FEEL . . . WOULD NOT BE ENJOYABLE TO WATCH A MOVIE THAT TUGS AT YOUR HEART, UNLESS YOU HAVE THE ABILITY, TO FEEL . . .!!!
I WANT YOU RIDE ALONG WITH ME AS I FEEL . . . EVERYTHING . . . FROM MELANCHOLY TO LAUGHTER. RIDE ALONG WITH ME TO MY FINAL SUNSET! LET'S LEARN TOGETHER AS ONE! glen
I felt it very important to address with you my friends. As I physically feel so does my mental state, to a certain extent. Still there is this part of me that does not change as much as I'd like. Possible a lifetime of things that are built up inside, that never go away and cannot heal. Therefore I would like to write about melancholy today.
What is MELANCHOLY? Feeling or causing sadness: feeling or making somebody feel a thoughtful or gentle sadness
The gloomy character of somebody said to have an excess of black bile, one of the four body humors that were once thought to determine people's health and emotional state
A constitutional tendency to gloominess or depression
A sad thoughtful state of mind
MEDICAL DEFINITION OF MELANCHOLY, an abnormal state attributed to an excess of black bile, and characterized, by irascibility or depression
I think I need to know more about this black bile, and body humors.
BLACK BILE, one of the four humors of medieval physiology, supposed to cause melancholy in excess.
The World of Shakespeare's Humors
The four body humors were part of Shakespearean cosmology, inherited from the ancient Greek philosophers Aristotle, Hippocrates, and Galen.
Organized around the four elements, of earth, water, air, and fire; the four qualities of cold, hot, moist, and dry; and the four humors, these physical qualities determine the behavior of all created things including the human body.
Seems this post has taken an unexpected twist of its own, from, salt to melancholy to Shakespeare!
I have always liked the word melancholy, don't know exactly why but this one definition I like. A sad thoughtful state of mind.
All this other information I've added today is most interesting, but a sad thoughtful state of mind, reminds me of me....
Staying in this state of mind would certainly lead to depression, I suppose, but is a thoughtful state of mind bad? Certainly always thinking can have its drawbacks, right? "I think therefore I am!" Am what? Am what I'm thinking!
I THINK . . . I BETTER SUM THIS POST UP. I CAN BE MELANCHOLY AND FUNNY AT THE SAME TIME. OPPOSITES, YET, ARE BOTH ME! IT'S A CHECK AND BALENCE THING YOU KNOW!
MELANCHOLY IS FEELING, FEELING IS A GOOD THING, I THINK! SOMETIMES YOU MAY FEEL TOO MUCH, BUT I'D RATHER FEEL, THAN NOT FEEL! EVEN THROUGH DARK EMOTIONS YOU LEARN, FEEL . . . WOULD NOT BE ENJOYABLE TO WATCH A MOVIE THAT TUGS AT YOUR HEART, UNLESS YOU HAVE THE ABILITY, TO FEEL . . .!!!
I WANT YOU RIDE ALONG WITH ME AS I FEEL . . . EVERYTHING . . . FROM MELANCHOLY TO LAUGHTER. RIDE ALONG WITH ME TO MY FINAL SUNSET! LET'S LEARN TOGETHER AS ONE! glen
Friday, March 7, 2014
The Never Ending Battle?
I Remember watching a movie titled "The Neverending Story." I really cannot remember what the movie was about except a young child and a dragon, of some sorts, I think!That was a long time ago, a fantasy tale of a young boy.
I would like to talk about "The Never Ending Battle!" A reality tale of an old man, ME!
I hate! Mondays! Ever since I can remember. Mondays was the return, into a world, I did not belong, nor choose to be! Always, I had to force myself, that forcing always drained my control! Sad to say it still does! After almost a lifetime, you'd think the control would be so much easier, would you not? Changing a mindset of foreverness, it seems, is impossible. And so it is!
I no longer live for the weekend, as I once did. I once tried to get as many hours of enjoyment to toughen myself up for the work week. I'm sure you know what I mean, do you not? Work was work like going to school was a pain to me. Well, after sixth grade I mean. I loved school, until middle school. Then, it was different, a burden, that I must do, because, because, because! I shall not go into how I realized, I was different on this post, it would take up a years worth of posts to accomplish that! Possibly a book! Is funny though, how I can trace back, pinpointing the big change in my life. So never mind I'll save that for later.
Today I seem to excel mentally, after the first day is laid to rest. Then I can settle into a groove and do the Tuesday thru Friday thing. It's them MONDAY'S, that drain me, mentally, causing an inside battle, that seems to never end, therefore my never ending battle.
I hate Mondays so bad, I took off every Monday for a whole summer, instead of vacations. It was really nice, but Tuesdays become the bad day! Weekends are for relaxing, and they've become so relaxing and stress free, my dreams reflect that.
The ability to manage, the uncontrollable, never ends. That's a mighty fine statement if one can make it so, is it to simply not give a rat's ass the, answer? Rules are made for a reason. Example you cannot drive your automobile at the speed you want. You can, but, you'll get tickets and lose your license.
I expect adults to do and act like adults. That's where I apparently, am WRONG!!! Some, I say some, are able to bend all the fucking rules, and get away with it! That's when I become unhinged! It's NOT, okay for SOME and not for OTHERS!
Please tell me why, SOME can get by with the breaking of rules??? I do not wish to be treated any better than the others, however it ain't right, that some get treated better than me, or others like me, that carry their burdens. Fuck-offs, brown-nosers, ass-kissers, what can I say there always there, always have been, and damn sure ain't fucking going away!
WHY THEN CAN'T AN OLD MAN OVERLOOK THEM ASSHOLES?????
AM I WRONG TO FEEL THIS WAY? DO YOU OUT THERE HAVE THESE KIND OF FEELINGS THAT EAT AT YOU?
I'M TOO OLD TO CHANGE, BUT DAG-NAP IT. I WAS BROUGHT UP TO BELIEVE IN RIGHT AND WRONG, GOOD AND BAD. TRUTH AND JUSTICE AND ALL THAT!
I KNOW WHAT I'D DO TO THESE TYPES, ESPECIALLY ONE YOUNG MAN . . . THAT COMES TO MIND.
MY TERRIFIC GRANDPARENTS TOOK ME AND MY BROTHER TO CHURCH, EVERY SUNDAY. SUNDAY SCHOL WAS FANTASTIC TO A YOUNG LAD-IO, AS HE LISTENED TO THE STORIES OF THE BIBLE. AN IMAGINATIVE YOUNG BOY'S MIND WAS A MOVIE THEATER PLAYING NON-STOP, IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!
I GOT OFF MY POINT, BUT I'M NOW GOING TO TIE UP THE LOOSE ENDS.
THERE IS THIS STORY ABOUT DANIEL AND THE LION'S DEN, SURE YOU REMEMBER!
IN MY NEVER ENDING STORY/NEVER ENDING BATTLE, I'D PUT THEM ASS KISSERS IN A DEN WITH LIONS!
I would like to talk about "The Never Ending Battle!" A reality tale of an old man, ME!
I hate! Mondays! Ever since I can remember. Mondays was the return, into a world, I did not belong, nor choose to be! Always, I had to force myself, that forcing always drained my control! Sad to say it still does! After almost a lifetime, you'd think the control would be so much easier, would you not? Changing a mindset of foreverness, it seems, is impossible. And so it is!
I no longer live for the weekend, as I once did. I once tried to get as many hours of enjoyment to toughen myself up for the work week. I'm sure you know what I mean, do you not? Work was work like going to school was a pain to me. Well, after sixth grade I mean. I loved school, until middle school. Then, it was different, a burden, that I must do, because, because, because! I shall not go into how I realized, I was different on this post, it would take up a years worth of posts to accomplish that! Possibly a book! Is funny though, how I can trace back, pinpointing the big change in my life. So never mind I'll save that for later.
Today I seem to excel mentally, after the first day is laid to rest. Then I can settle into a groove and do the Tuesday thru Friday thing. It's them MONDAY'S, that drain me, mentally, causing an inside battle, that seems to never end, therefore my never ending battle.
I hate Mondays so bad, I took off every Monday for a whole summer, instead of vacations. It was really nice, but Tuesdays become the bad day! Weekends are for relaxing, and they've become so relaxing and stress free, my dreams reflect that.
The ability to manage, the uncontrollable, never ends. That's a mighty fine statement if one can make it so, is it to simply not give a rat's ass the, answer? Rules are made for a reason. Example you cannot drive your automobile at the speed you want. You can, but, you'll get tickets and lose your license.
I expect adults to do and act like adults. That's where I apparently, am WRONG!!! Some, I say some, are able to bend all the fucking rules, and get away with it! That's when I become unhinged! It's NOT, okay for SOME and not for OTHERS!
Please tell me why, SOME can get by with the breaking of rules??? I do not wish to be treated any better than the others, however it ain't right, that some get treated better than me, or others like me, that carry their burdens. Fuck-offs, brown-nosers, ass-kissers, what can I say there always there, always have been, and damn sure ain't fucking going away!
WHY THEN CAN'T AN OLD MAN OVERLOOK THEM ASSHOLES?????
AM I WRONG TO FEEL THIS WAY? DO YOU OUT THERE HAVE THESE KIND OF FEELINGS THAT EAT AT YOU?
I'M TOO OLD TO CHANGE, BUT DAG-NAP IT. I WAS BROUGHT UP TO BELIEVE IN RIGHT AND WRONG, GOOD AND BAD. TRUTH AND JUSTICE AND ALL THAT!
I KNOW WHAT I'D DO TO THESE TYPES, ESPECIALLY ONE YOUNG MAN . . . THAT COMES TO MIND.
MY TERRIFIC GRANDPARENTS TOOK ME AND MY BROTHER TO CHURCH, EVERY SUNDAY. SUNDAY SCHOL WAS FANTASTIC TO A YOUNG LAD-IO, AS HE LISTENED TO THE STORIES OF THE BIBLE. AN IMAGINATIVE YOUNG BOY'S MIND WAS A MOVIE THEATER PLAYING NON-STOP, IT WAS WONDERFUL!!!
I GOT OFF MY POINT, BUT I'M NOW GOING TO TIE UP THE LOOSE ENDS.
THERE IS THIS STORY ABOUT DANIEL AND THE LION'S DEN, SURE YOU REMEMBER!
IN MY NEVER ENDING STORY/NEVER ENDING BATTLE, I'D PUT THEM ASS KISSERS IN A DEN WITH LIONS!
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Gobbledygook
Is that a word or what? Have you heard that word before? That word has been stuck in my head for almost a month, and I don't recollect, where I heard, it or read it! That so sound like my kind a word though don't it? Say it over a few times, gobbledygook, gobbledygook, gobbledygook. I feel a lot better now!
I don't know what it means! That sure looks like hillbilly jargon to me. "Yeah it be over there beyond that gobbledygook." That was fun, using a word in a sentence and you don't even know the meaning, I think I'm getting the hang of this writing stuff! Just make up some words, so that absolutely nobody knows what your a talkin' about! I could be a hillbilly lawyer, yep I may of missed my callin' in life. Shite fire! hell yeah, now that I'm too frickin old too learn! Just like my life always a day late and a dollar short!
I'll take a stab at what it means before looking up the definition. Maybe I'll try another sentence with
it or maybe two.
I must work with a bunch of gobbledygookers. I like that one, sure as hell don't know what it means but sure seems to fit!
This here old boy will make an attempt at his own definition.
Gobbledygook sounds like turkeys, a talkin' to me. Gobble, gobble, gobble, is what the turkey's sayin', now lets add a bunch of turkeys talkin' gook, ya see. Therefore we have gobbledy-gook. Yep, I'm sure of that!
MAN OH MAN, CAN'T FOOL A OLD MAN LIKE ME! HUH?
Real definition of gobbledygook refers to speech or other language that is nonsense or that appears to be nonsense. It may include speech sounds that are not actual words. (Sounds kinda like my gibberish don't it?)
Gobbledygook also is language circumlocution, (WHAT???) and jargon hard to understand: the gobbledygook of government reports.
Gobbledygook was coined in 1944 by Texas lawyer Maury Maverick, who expressed disdain for the gobbledygook language of his colleagues.
Now an example of gobbledygook from Alan Greenspan.
It is a tricky problem to find the particular calibration in timing that would be appropriate to stem the acceleration in risk premiums created by falling income without prematurely aborting the decline in the inflation-generated risk premiums.
WANT ME, OLD GLEN BOB TO DECIPHER IT FOR YOU?
I'll take a few keywords and explain. We have, tricky problem, particular calibration, timing, stem the acceleration, risk premiums, falling income, prematurely aborting, inflation-generated, risk premiums.
DAMN! I HAVE NO FRICKING CLUE!!!
I'LL TAKE IT DOWN ANOTHER NOTCH!
Tricky, problem, stem, timing, prematurely, risk.
I THINK HE HAS A TRICKY PROBLEM LIKE PREMATURE EJACULATION!!! I'LL GO WITH THAT, AND HERE YOU DIDN'T THINK I COULD FIGURE IT OUT!
I don't know what it means! That sure looks like hillbilly jargon to me. "Yeah it be over there beyond that gobbledygook." That was fun, using a word in a sentence and you don't even know the meaning, I think I'm getting the hang of this writing stuff! Just make up some words, so that absolutely nobody knows what your a talkin' about! I could be a hillbilly lawyer, yep I may of missed my callin' in life. Shite fire! hell yeah, now that I'm too frickin old too learn! Just like my life always a day late and a dollar short!
I'll take a stab at what it means before looking up the definition. Maybe I'll try another sentence with
it or maybe two.
I must work with a bunch of gobbledygookers. I like that one, sure as hell don't know what it means but sure seems to fit!
This here old boy will make an attempt at his own definition.
Gobbledygook sounds like turkeys, a talkin' to me. Gobble, gobble, gobble, is what the turkey's sayin', now lets add a bunch of turkeys talkin' gook, ya see. Therefore we have gobbledy-gook. Yep, I'm sure of that!
MAN OH MAN, CAN'T FOOL A OLD MAN LIKE ME! HUH?
Real definition of gobbledygook refers to speech or other language that is nonsense or that appears to be nonsense. It may include speech sounds that are not actual words. (Sounds kinda like my gibberish don't it?)
Gobbledygook also is language circumlocution, (WHAT???) and jargon hard to understand: the gobbledygook of government reports.
Gobbledygook was coined in 1944 by Texas lawyer Maury Maverick, who expressed disdain for the gobbledygook language of his colleagues.
Now an example of gobbledygook from Alan Greenspan.
It is a tricky problem to find the particular calibration in timing that would be appropriate to stem the acceleration in risk premiums created by falling income without prematurely aborting the decline in the inflation-generated risk premiums.
WANT ME, OLD GLEN BOB TO DECIPHER IT FOR YOU?
I'll take a few keywords and explain. We have, tricky problem, particular calibration, timing, stem the acceleration, risk premiums, falling income, prematurely aborting, inflation-generated, risk premiums.
DAMN! I HAVE NO FRICKING CLUE!!!
I'LL TAKE IT DOWN ANOTHER NOTCH!
Tricky, problem, stem, timing, prematurely, risk.
I THINK HE HAS A TRICKY PROBLEM LIKE PREMATURE EJACULATION!!! I'LL GO WITH THAT, AND HERE YOU DIDN'T THINK I COULD FIGURE IT OUT!
Saturday, March 1, 2014
GLEN BOB'S CORNER
You know? Well you don't know yet, becausin, I ain't ask you nothin' yet! Glen Bob's Corner, I do a reckon, sums me up 'bout as good as anything! I be Glen cause . . . I be Glen. Explained that right nice heah? Bob because that adds the good 'ol boy, into the recipe, that maketh me, who I is! Okay, don't get all riled up at me, because I speel 'em, like I hear 'em . . . and wount! Yes . . . that's spelled wount! Get with the program, I know someone who actually says wount!
CAUTION, CAUTION, PLEEASE . . . PROCEED WITH CAUTION . . . IF YOU GO ON! DON'T SAY, I DIDN'T WARN YOU. THIS BLOG MAY CAUSE YOU, SOME, DISTRESS,DISORDERS . . . OR THE MUCH DREADED GLENVIEW ADDICTION!!!!!
As far as corner, I be typing in the corner, and coming to you from my corner of the globe, from Gnome Alaska. No, no, no, I be a messin' whif ya! Better get used to me, a messin' whif ya . . . cause I, just gettin' started.
Okay, now remember, I call my blog, GlenView. Why? Hell I don't rightly recollect, that be a few years back, and . . . I've ate, and drank so much bad stuff, it be a wonder I'm still here! I've heard you are, what you eat. What am I then? I think you can use your own mind to determine that after this post! I be full of so much . . . shite!
Oh! about the Glenview thing. My friend knowed, I'd never start my own blog, but a, he knowed, I was playing around with this writing stuff.
"Why was I playing around with this here, writing stuff?"
"Don't rightly know!"
Anyhow, he started this blog for me and, called it Glenview, so I decided I must give my views and write my meandering, whatever. It's a dog-gone good thing, I can't write my thoughts sometimes, while I be at work!
"Why not?"
Welll . . . might look like this, F!#$%%^^&&**((()))?????>>>>>.Because sometimes I get upset, you see! Maybe you don't see, because you can't see me, BUT you can read some of my???
"How do I see me?"
"DAMN!! that be a right fine question. Thanks for asking."
I be an average man, well . . . I believe I'm an average man, others may question the average claim! I have lived a life of, a common man. A common man to me is, never been in jail, always held a job. worked for a living, EARNING my keep, paying my taxes like a good 'ol boy suppose to, you know! One day I realized, somethun ain't right! Everythang, I have been taught from first grade on, and what I thought was right, causin the ONES A RUNNING THIS HERE WORLD . . . . . . DAD-BURN-IT-I DON'T THINK ARE RIGHT!!!
I AWAKEN FROM A STUPOR, QUESTIONING, A LOT O THINGS ON MY OWN! HALLELUJAH! I HAD BEEN BRAINWASHED, LIKE A GOOD LITTLE PEASANT. WATCHING THE EVENING NEWS, GOING MY, OH, MY! AIN'T THAT AWFUL! EVERYTHING ON THE NEWS IS, CORECTO MUNDO, THEY WOULDN'T LIE TO US!!! WOULD THEY?
WHOMEVER THEM POWERS THAT BE, BE . . . DON'T BE FOR US, BROTHERS AND SISTERS! WE THEIR LACKEYS!
What was the question afore my thinkin' got involved?
"How do I see me?"
I SEE ME, THROUGH YOUR EYES, A PRODUCT OF MANIPULATION, BY THE FINEST THAT MONEY CAN BUY! WHERE DID THAT MONEY COME FROM? US OF COURSE! ONLY WE DON'T HAVE A SAY ON HOW, OR WHERE IT GOES! WE, E-L-E-C-T
ONES TO TELL US, BECAUSE WE'RE SO STUPID!
WELL . . . I DON'T A . . . THINK A . . . WE A . . . COULD A . . . FUCKED A . . . STUFF UP A . . .
AS MUCH A . . . AS THEM A . . . HAVE A . . . COULD WE?????
CAUTION, CAUTION, PLEEASE . . . PROCEED WITH CAUTION . . . IF YOU GO ON! DON'T SAY, I DIDN'T WARN YOU. THIS BLOG MAY CAUSE YOU, SOME, DISTRESS,DISORDERS . . . OR THE MUCH DREADED GLENVIEW ADDICTION!!!!!
As far as corner, I be typing in the corner, and coming to you from my corner of the globe, from Gnome Alaska. No, no, no, I be a messin' whif ya! Better get used to me, a messin' whif ya . . . cause I, just gettin' started.
Okay, now remember, I call my blog, GlenView. Why? Hell I don't rightly recollect, that be a few years back, and . . . I've ate, and drank so much bad stuff, it be a wonder I'm still here! I've heard you are, what you eat. What am I then? I think you can use your own mind to determine that after this post! I be full of so much . . . shite!
Oh! about the Glenview thing. My friend knowed, I'd never start my own blog, but a, he knowed, I was playing around with this writing stuff.
"Why was I playing around with this here, writing stuff?"
"Don't rightly know!"
Anyhow, he started this blog for me and, called it Glenview, so I decided I must give my views and write my meandering, whatever. It's a dog-gone good thing, I can't write my thoughts sometimes, while I be at work!
"Why not?"
Welll . . . might look like this, F!#$%%^^&&**((()))?????>>>>>.Because sometimes I get upset, you see! Maybe you don't see, because you can't see me, BUT you can read some of my???
"How do I see me?"
"DAMN!! that be a right fine question. Thanks for asking."
I be an average man, well . . . I believe I'm an average man, others may question the average claim! I have lived a life of, a common man. A common man to me is, never been in jail, always held a job. worked for a living, EARNING my keep, paying my taxes like a good 'ol boy suppose to, you know! One day I realized, somethun ain't right! Everythang, I have been taught from first grade on, and what I thought was right, causin the ONES A RUNNING THIS HERE WORLD . . . . . . DAD-BURN-IT-I DON'T THINK ARE RIGHT!!!
I AWAKEN FROM A STUPOR, QUESTIONING, A LOT O THINGS ON MY OWN! HALLELUJAH! I HAD BEEN BRAINWASHED, LIKE A GOOD LITTLE PEASANT. WATCHING THE EVENING NEWS, GOING MY, OH, MY! AIN'T THAT AWFUL! EVERYTHING ON THE NEWS IS, CORECTO MUNDO, THEY WOULDN'T LIE TO US!!! WOULD THEY?
WHOMEVER THEM POWERS THAT BE, BE . . . DON'T BE FOR US, BROTHERS AND SISTERS! WE THEIR LACKEYS!
What was the question afore my thinkin' got involved?
"How do I see me?"
I SEE ME, THROUGH YOUR EYES, A PRODUCT OF MANIPULATION, BY THE FINEST THAT MONEY CAN BUY! WHERE DID THAT MONEY COME FROM? US OF COURSE! ONLY WE DON'T HAVE A SAY ON HOW, OR WHERE IT GOES! WE, E-L-E-C-T
ONES TO TELL US, BECAUSE WE'RE SO STUPID!
WELL . . . I DON'T A . . . THINK A . . . WE A . . . COULD A . . . FUCKED A . . . STUFF UP A . . .
AS MUCH A . . . AS THEM A . . . HAVE A . . . COULD WE?????
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