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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Brain Farts!!!

Seems so right for me to write every night. Well alright. Just a fooling around, trying to get going tonight. Enough of that crap! get down to business, I'm not too bright. If I was a flashlight, it wouldn't be very bright. One of them tiny keychain lites.

My day was as smooth as it ever gets anymore. Is it just me or is the whole fricking world full of silliness?

Please don't answer that, I cannot stand the answer to such a stupid question.

According to the news there is a big problem with children from Central America coming into the United States. That is truly amazing!

There's supposedly millions upon millions of illegal immigrants from our southern border trying to become legal citizens. I'm guessing, but probably these immigrants are poorly educated. That makes this another part of "The Dumbing Down of America Equation" I've heard about. Do you really reckon there is such a conspiracy?

These immigrants have been compared to slave labor, willing to do the jobs Americans will not do. We've never had slave labor in the past . . . have we????

Well I do reckon there has been! There has been the black slaves brought here from Africa. There's immigrants that built the railroads. Chinese and Irish if my memory serves me correctly. I'm getting, old and sometimes I'm not absolutely positive. The point being there has always been slave labor from the beginning of time.

The uppity crust, the rich want slave labor. As we die off and our manufacturing jobs go elsewhere because they can be made with little, if any government regulations and strong arm government tactics, one day them immigrants or slave labor will be needed. There must be slaves or slave labor as the immigrants will work for simple survival!

The opposite of this immigrant labor on the opposite end of the spectrum that is very visible here in my hometown in the Heartland is Engineers brought here legally to do the work that Americans are not smart enough to do anymore. A major fortune 500 company here in my city requires a boatload to fulfill the required work. Supposedly we're not producing enough, or rather smart enough here, so they come from India.

I do go along with people here getting dumber! I experience it here everyday. Whether designed or just plum dumb luck, it be a happening baby!

I say we take over the country south of the border, then clean up the warlords as far as drugs are concerned, but I don't see that ever happening, because there be too much money being made from illegal drugs coming here. Yep just follow the money, ainna never gonna happen!

Let these children come here, educate them, so the brainwashing can continue, legalize the millions upon millions that are already here, take the taxes from them, like always has been from Americans. Let them burden themselves with our national debt.

Better still let's just make our neighbor to the North, Canada, United States, and Mexico all one country, hell also Central America. We would never run out of slave labor and drugs. There would be no concern if all was one! Make Colorado the new Headquarters, let them trucks from Mexico bring in product from Asia, let's all be one. Tax the drugs, hell yeah! pay off all them trillions of dollars. We need money to pay off the debt, need slave labor and taxes made from the new citizens, also Canada has all that oil.

I know my legal drugs has burnt up what little mind I have left!!! Tax the hell out of them drugs too!  Any drug, legally or illegally, should be taxed man!!!

The only way out is for the Unites States to take over countries closer to home, that would be smarter and make us stronger. Since the beginning of mankind there has always been slaves and wars. Seems a whole lot smarter to war a lot closer to home.

OH MY WHAT HAVE I DONE RELEASING MY THOUGHTS!!!! THAT DAMN STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS GONNA GET ME IN TROUBLE.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

STREAMING

I think of so many things in the course of a day that I could type, then reality shuts it down. The thought and emotion it gives me is there and gone quickly. I'm fascinated by the emotion more than the topic of thought. It happens more at work, I suppose my mind gets bored of the humdrum same o, same o. A few times, well probably a lot more than a few times, who's to know huh? I do that "scream of consciousness" stuff, I mean that "stream of consciousness" writing stuff and a flash as well as the emotion comes back, a reminder from before. That does make sense, at least to me. At the keyboard late at night before I retire, my mind is as relaxed as it will ever be while awake. I have done what I do so much at work maybe my mind is either bored or in the same place.

I DON'T MEAN TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT BUT ONE OF THEM FLASHES I GET, JUST FLASHED. SHOULD I TELL YOU WHERE I WORK, WELL NOT EXACTLY WHERE I WORK, BUT THE TYPE OF BUSINESS I'M ACTUALLY IN. I'VE BEEN WANTING TO FOR QUITE A SPELL, BUT THE TIMING DID NOT SEEM RIGHT, FOR SOME REASON IT DOES NOW! THAT IN ITSELF INTRIGUES ME AS I PONDER ON THAT!

Those unorganized random thoughts that happen could be good or bad. Today I accept them as good.
In times of chaotic darkness that once ruled over me, it was bad, very bad! My mind would twirl too fast, therefore my emotions got out of control. I could not get off the un merry go round.

Now I do believe these flashes of thoughts are necessary to keep me, somewhat balanced. What I now have in my life is a way of releasing the baggage of a lifetime of inner turmoil, created from the reality of life.

"What pray tell is that?"

What you're reading at this moment, allows an old man to understand by putting it in this format. A daily diary so to speak, put out through the satellites straight to your little screen.  What a shame it has taken well over a half century.

I believe my dreams play an important part of what I'm saying. The emotions experienced in my dreams are overwhelming. For I tend to believe, the emotions in my daydream flashes, along with dreams, and bringing to you in my daily diary is better than a million dollars of psycho babble.

Humm . . . I reckon there might be something in this "Stream of Consciousness!"

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

A Message From H. P.

I was preparing for bed, but the computer said, "Glen can we play? I'm so lonesome, I would cry (if I knew how!) I saw you with the dog, I need attention too, I promise I'll be good!"

"Yeah right I think, sometimes you don't want to cooperate and fight me. Okay what's on your mind H. P.?"

H. P. "uh, uh, uh, well Mr. Imagination, I'm along for the ride, I'm a mere servant to your wishes."

"Well that's funny in the past you have not cooperated, as I have struggled, giving my heart and soul, trying to master your keys!"

H. P. "that's true, however your determination, to solve my keyboard, has won me over, I now wish to be your humble side-kick, to challenge where no man of such challenging skills, has challenged me to go before. Those paths considered untraveled, un attempted, may prove out to one like you lacking in skills, but determined to allow imagination to guide us, off the beaten paths. "

"Sounds a mite kissy, kissy to old Glen here!"

H. P. "Damn it you've broken me in your hesitancy of allowing my spell check to correct you, and, and, and, your playing with words by spelling word, wurd! I can't take no more! It's either be your humble servant or crash!!! The other old timers, the computers you've forced to crack, I mean to crash have  sent me a message from the place that we do not return from, like a human asylum. Please, please, please, I'm too young to go!"

"So you're saying your going to shape up. GlenView style, and fully cooperate, no matta, whur this here old frickin brain wanna take us?"

WELL WE'LL SEE WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS FOR ME AND H. P. !!! HAVE YOU EVER HAD A CONVERSATION WITH YOUR COMPUTER? I'VE ALWAYS TALKED TO MINE AND YOU CAN USE YOUR IMAGINATION TO WHAT THEY WERE!

Who knows one day maybe I can get some of my dreams in black and white. I mean in this @#$%^&*&&^%%$$ thing!    Goodnight!

Monday, July 28, 2014

To Dream, of More!

It has been an extremely relaxing weekend, my dreams were off the charts, by my own unique standards. I have to wonder why dreams, sometimes are so profound, such as the one I experienced Saturday. In this dream I was more than me. I had all the answers, it was somewhat like I have experienced in the past, perhaps a couple times, but more, so much more, at that instance. I was not me. I was something completely different, somehow!

These deep, serious, understanding, filled with knowledge, happens when my body is really slowed down. I'm cold with a comforter over me with my head, also covered. I'm alive but barely, my mind is somewhere else.

I'm in another level of existence, where peace, is real. Not of this human body stranglehold. I've broken free of the chains, that bind me. There is, as I can only imagine in the here and now world. I felt not of fleshly day to day, where we're stagnant, of mind.

It was only peacefulness, I had the answers to all the earthbound, questions.

If I could perish from this old world into that state, I would have! Waking up was unwanted! Was it a glimpse of what is possible?  Is it what is possible if the mind's in control, rather than the everyday mental state, we live in. We have always been controlled, by one and all since the start of our human undertaking.

WE SIT IN FRONT OF OUR BIG SCREENS HOPING FOR RELAXATION, FUN, HAPPINESS. IT CANNOT BE FOUND. I'M AFRAID WE HAVE LOST THAT ABILITY. WE DON'T KNOW HOW ANYMORE.

WORSE STILL DID WE EVER?

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Oxygenated Water + Other Shite! No Really!

Lets play my favorite game. What's on my mind! I just turned all the lights off, I'm going to take five deep slow breaths with my eyes close and type whatever? Please be prepared, one never knows what's lurking in there!

Nothing! I'll take a drink of my water, you know, that crystal clear, rejuvenating, fresh spring water they put into 24 packs at the Dollar Store. I said that I was going to say whatever came into my mind, I did, I did, I did tell you that. Yes I'm being sarcastic, sorry!

I'll try the deep breathing thing again.

I'm sure glad it's Friday ( It is, right? ) Thought maybe I got a slight buzz from that water, I do feel kinda, kinda, like I'm too full of ME! I like my water with ice, as cold as I can get it, must a numbed my mind!

How about that oxygenated water huh? I have many, many, many problems, one of which is not getting enough of the oxygen carrying blood cells, something about la-de-da, boring!!!  But what if I get me some of that oxygenated water! How do they get that oxygen in that water? I could fire up my air compressor and force air into my glass, hold on I'm going to do that.

[ Sound of my foot steps, door closing, unlocking garage door, air compressor fires up. la-de-da . . . air compressor.] I'm showing 80 pounds of pressure, I take my air gun and pull the trigger into my glass. [ Sound of air shooting out, shshshshsh ] I take a drink of my water, it's all air no water? Water  is all over me, damnn, how am I gonna get me some oxygenated water???

Light bulb above my head comes on! I have a half gallon insulated travel jug, I'll try forcing water into that, that ought to work! I fill it about three fourths full of water, lock the cap on one side and I'll place my air nozzle into the small vent hole, so nothing can come out!!!!!!!!!

My air compressor is ready, I pull the trigger to my air nozzle, its working, then the locked cap explodes off and water is shooting up like a fire hydrant all over me! How the $%^& am I going to get me some oxygenated water?

I know what if???? That sure sounds like trouble, that what if stuff!  How about I put the air in first, then . . . . . ?????? the water. Now that's some thinkin' huh? Sure enuff, I shoot that sucker full of air then in a hurry, well . . . as much a hurryin' as an old fat man can! I put me some water in that jug after forcing air into it, took a big drink, damnn, that be some stinky water, taste like the air compressor smells, yuck!

How's a thirsty man, that needs oxygenated water for his condition, a gonna get some??? I be plum perplexed, confused too!

I must have a way of shooting water and air at the same time without the air shooting the water out!?!?!?

In my mind I see my grandmothers old hand pump, out side her old house, when I was just a tadpole, ( young-in ) I remember that as being the nicest, bestus, coldest, water everrr! A simple hand pump brings water from underground, way out in the country.

How does that compare to city water? Well now, here where I live we have a humongous underground lake where we pump our water from, several different pumping sites go to the main pumping station where all kinds of goodies most likely are pumped into the water for God knows what reason? Then it's pumped out through a big pipe to the whole city and me.

I use to have my own well, until I got the sickness, seems my well was polluted from something er the other, that gave me the sickness, many years ago, okay! okay! okay! the nasty stuff, you know?   The fricking shites!!!    I sit on my potty a squishing-fer-pert-nert-a-week!!! It was a comin' out-a-faster, than I could put it in!!!!

DAMN . . . WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY POST?

I sure would like to try some of that oxygenated water!

You know, I just a thought of me, something! There is this little thing-a-ma-bob on the end of my kitchen faucet, called an aerator. Is, I say is??? I remember taking that end off one time because the water was spraying funny. Without it on the water shot out real funky, you know just fall on down. But! when I put that little thing-a-ma-do-hickey back on, you could hear the water make a hissing sound!

SO I'M A WANDERING, AND A WONDERING, IF THAT THERE DO-HICKEY-THING-A-MA-BOB, SOME HOW MIXES AIR AND WATER HUMMMMM????????

JUST THINK ALL THIS TIME I HAD OXYGENATED WATER AND DIDN'T KNOW IT!!!!

I SURE DO HOPE Y'ALL OUT THERE HAD FUN A READIN' THIS SILLY ARSE POST, CAUSIN' I SURE ENUFF, HAD ME SOME FUN WRITING IT!!!!!!  Your pal Glen R Silly!

Friday, July 25, 2014

Do you believe? Is it time? Twats!

I was reading some stories on my home page. I changed to my blog and told myself. "The first thought to enter my mind as I open a new post. I will type." Here it is and I may go with a bunch o things that been on my mind, after all don't do me no good just bouncing around upstairs.

My first thought, "Don't believe anything I read!" Then. Have mercy, what if nobody was to believe in anything they read. Y'all at the right spot here on Glenview. I let my abundance of imagination run wild, baby! Yes I do!

Except the comedy of errrs, it's all true, that's why I have taken so long to put it in the never ending format I started!  No I'm not done with it by a country mile! I'm waiting to finish what happened about part five. Hopefully I'll have that info soon.

My mind has been gone recently. No, no, no, even more than normally. Actually not a shortage of thoughts, but by the time I mosey over to my computer I'm almost asleep and, damn . . . even I cannot interpret what I've written. I think it information overload. In this world of technology overload, I'm overloaded and too tired to snatch it out of my head!

Oh, oh, oh, speaking of an ignoramus, I read some where's recently about A Doctor at one of the most famous hospitals in America, oh how do I say this? Okay he was a gynecologist, who loved looking at, you know, twats, so much he used a pen camera to record them and had them on his computer at home!  Hey, even I cannot imagined such a thing.

My comment on this, maybe I'd better not!   "Ah come on Glen"   Okay you talked me into it.

"I absolutely love, love, love them you know, but I love how they feel . . .  not how they look!"

I reckon I need to change the subject after that!

Damn, I must be tired I don't think I would of ever said that, before tonight.

Do you get the feeling the world be at, an orchestrated imploding point? I do!

This thought hit me hard . . . I mean really hard at work last night!   "Maybe it's time." Ever since November 7/2008, that's when I picked up something at work and moved sideways I felt a strange movement in my left lower back. Sciatica, the next day and for a year and a half I was in chronic pain. Many Doctors, cortisone shots, chiropractor treatments, muscle relaxants, pain pills, physical therapy, acupuncture later, it eased up.

The Pain Doctor told me "that the vast majority of back problems will go away on its own, in time."

The point of this is, "Is it time to retire, or work part-time?" That's a very important decision not to be taken lightly. Sure I've thought about it, but never seriously.   "Why now?"

Damn . . . that's a mighty hard question. I see the young ones doing the same jobs effortlessly, where it takes all I have. I still like to work and raise a sweat and get the dopamine rush, oopsey! Should of been adrenalin rush, but I think that dope-a-mine dropped in there for a reason! Dope-am-I, yeah that makes sense!

But to get there, I have to feed the Lion, I mean lying in me. I have a whole body rebelling against me as I wake up! No matter how much rest I get, it's never enough. I wake up hearing, creaking, grinding noises, from every joint. I like to never got my left work boot tied today, no matter how I moved my knee it rebelled, grinding and pain, using sheer determination I did get it tied.

I can take enough over the counter medicine that kicks it about half way though work, also if I drink caffeine drinks, finally I can get going, I'm not sure I want to, any more. Besides after the highs of pain pills, caffeine, and adrenalin, I come home and relax, but if I get up I hear myself emitting "ohh, ohh, ohh, ahh, ahh, ahh, damn, damn, damn! 

( Once upon a time those sounds would of meant sex, ya know! )

Then, I say   "THEN"  as my body settles down in bed I can feel my body slowly, retiring for the night, and it takes longer and longer and longer!  

ACTUALLY THERE'S MORE THAT I WISH TO SAY ABOUT  "IS IT TIME"  BUT SEEMS IT'S MY BRAIN'S TIME, TO RETIRE!  "Goodnight!"   ( I'm not going back and check anything I'm too frigging tired! )

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Thinkin' Again, Sorry!

I like to finish a post in one sitting. 

Here is how I first wrote this sentence. I heard it this way and type it, I like to finish a post in one sit down. Establishes my point either way but I suppose the "I like to finish a post in one sitting, "sounds better, huh?

Never mind I'm trying to lock onto something. If I don't finish a post that I start, it gets lost. Recently I reviewed all my unpublished partial posts, deleting many. I've accumulated many more since then.

So how are you this morning. I write early in the morning that's when my schedule allows. Just before bedtime, my mind's usually as relaxed as it will ever be. I've wound down from challenges at work. The work is the easiest I have ever done. Should be a blast and is sometimes. I actually like it because I do many different things. That eases the boredom. At my age I cannot work as hard as I once could. That damn growing old disease SUCKS!

I seem to be stuck on a life of right and wrong! Well the right and wrong that I have accumulated in MY LIFE! That's the problem the lines are so blurred anymore, I cannot see them. There are no longer rules, regulations, common sense, right and wrong, and I have, BIG problems with that. I cannot stop it, believe me I've tried!

Has the modern world gone mad or have I gone mad by expecting everything I've learned to be wrong.  You must see the same thing I see, don't you? Sure I see it the most where I work that's where I spend most of my time. One simply needs to go anywhere and you'll see the silliness of life. I like to read the Letters to the Editor where people give their individual rants or opinions about everything under the sun, also in my local paper on the second page people, give thanks to someone and or a testy remark over something.  The column is called Orchids and Onions.

I see the world as to how I've been taught, I talk and write the same way. I personally think the age of information technology has come on too fast, and is destroying us! Our minds have been given toys to play with, with too much happening at the same time. We have become a ME generation gone wild toys that we think bring us satisfaction.

Ones must have the latest in all. I know a man who lost 120 pounds, an amazing feat! I asked him, "how did you do it?"

He said "I bought an app for my phone."

I said "what!"

Have we become so addicted to a hand held device that a phone app can make you lose weight?

I'M SLEEPY AND AM GOING TO BED, IF I'M NOT PLUM SILLY-ASS MAD. I WILL BE IN ANOTHER FEW YEARS. AH MAYBE I SHOULD NOT WAIT, AND JOIN NOW!

Sunday, July 20, 2014

"Rise Above, It All"

The last couple years I've had many dreams where I find myself rising off the ground, looking down, from tree height, to several thousand feet high. In my last one I was showing friends how I can just rise like one of them big balloons, up, up, and away. It's always beautiful, breathtaking, no fear, just ride wherever it takes me. Such a high, as I go high, not cold, like being in an invisible bubble, in the safety only the moment. I've thought upon what is this all about numerous times. Whatever the reason it was beyond, anything, I've ever felt, such a state of ???? I have absolutely nothing to compare it to!I come down gently, effortlessly, when the moment was right, I did not know nor care, I was in the moment of no worry, no pain, a glorious moment that would last forever, if I could somehow have my way!

These type of dreams happened more than once, possibly a dozen times. It has been many weeks since my last one, and I hope they never stop!

This week while totally focusing on my work, out of the blue, four words awaken me from the daily grind of stupor I find my mind in.    "RISE ABOVE, IT ALL."

Simple, but the understanding rang as clear as the ringing of the bells.

Magical, one might say, in the rendering of understanding, for only a moment. Too busy to dwell upon, but those words still echo through the chambers of soul, as I relive it, many days later. Funny I cannot remember the day, but the instant of revelation still resides deeply. That in itself is amazing per my hideously un-normal days at work. Hallelujah!

The words flashed through as bright as neon lights. Simplicity of such few words, "rise above it all!"
I am a simple man

I THINK I'LL LET YOU INTERPRET THESE DREAMS I'VE BEEN HAVING. THOSE OF YOU THAT READ MY BLOG REGULARY WILL UNDERSTAND. THOSE WHO DON'T, USE YOUR IMAGINATION, I THINK YOU'LL HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD.

Goodnight my friends from all around the world, I truly appreciate you taking the time to stop by. I would of stopped a long time ago, if not for you. Looking at the map of hits from around the world . . . warms my old, tired soul.  Glen

Friday, July 18, 2014

comedy of errrs . . (5) 7/17/14

Welcome to my nightmare! Whoops! I do believe Alice Cooper use-ta use that! Welcome . . . to my Day, my imagination, my dreams, yeah, that'll do it, oopsey and an occasional rant. Oh! oh! oh! and where I live and work but you know what I call them, oh I just love to type them, Daisyville and the Doodle-toon factory!!!

My day started off late, don't you just hate when that happens?   "Not really!"  I just missed a few minutes of work, no biggie at least in today's world here at the Doodle-toon factory. You think I'm kidding, well now pull up a seat and let me tell ya a true story, and what happened today, as I am leaving for work, late remember, who I see, as I pull out of my driveway. I'll call him, Mr. Late.
Yep, just as you thought, Mr. Late himself. When I call him Mr. Late you had that one figured out didn't you? Yes sir, I can't fool you! Damn I'm getting unorganized in my thought process. And you didn't think I had a thinkin' process! I like to think of it as discombobulation! You know what that is don't you? Sure you do, just read any of my posts and'll you understand!

What does that word and'll mean? Come on peeple, you knowsa, how I like to have fuun with these here wurds!! And'll means, and you'll, ah ha ha ha, just a funnin' ya! Tain't nothin' I'd rather be doing' than funnin'!

Well looks like the poo-poo be on me, I meant to explain discombobulate!

DISCOMBOBULATE, to throw somebody, into a state of confusion.

I have never known anybody by the name of somebody, and no matter what state you live in from Florida to Idaho, them politicians, err as I prefer to call them, polluter-ticians!

Let me further dissect that word GlenView style.

Dis-you-comb-your-hair-bob-too-late.

HOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS MESS? ONLY ONE WAY TO FIX IT, KEEP A WRITIN'. I BEST SOMEHOW FIND A WAY TO TIE THIS TOGETHER, OR NOT!

Mr. Late has been late more times in two years than all the other workers I've known my entire life. It started the second week on his being late career. Well he was hired on by a boss that's no longer here. Please try and follow me, because I'm going places unheard of any where!

PLEASE TRY TO IMAGINE in the world of technology overload a factory that allows their employees to fill out their own timecards, yep a pen and a time sheet, actual paper. Punch time card machines have probably been around for over a century, am I right?

I can read your mind "WHATTT!!??" My thoughts exactly!

It took a long time before Mr. Late started erroring. (The second week!) Mr. Late be in his early twenties.

Didn't bother the now gone boss, I'd tell him, didn't bother him none!

Well Mr. Late had the audacity to write on his time card that he was on time. So he's late and falsifies his time card,  (Oh yeah! Old Glen couldn't make this kind of stuff up and you ain't heard the half of the story, hell you ain't heard nothing yet!!!!!!!!

I MAY HAVE TO MAKE THIS A TWO PARTER. I'VE NOT GOTTEN INTO THE GOOD STUFF YET.  REMEMBER NOW I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I WRITE INTO THIS SERIES "comedy of errrs" IS TRUE! I'VE WAITED A LONG TIME IN WRITING THIS CARTOONISH HAPPENINGS. FINALLY I COULD NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!

THERE USED TO BE A SHOW "TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION." YEP I CONCURRRRR!!!!!!!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Should I Be Concerned?

Hello there, wass up! It's another day here in Daisyville. A fictional, yet nonfictional account of a man in the last act of his play. I do have a good, well really good imagination, but my accounts and happenings while writing my latest adventures in "comedy of errrs" are true. That's why I have waited so long in placing them on paper, ooops, placing them on this screen, through the damn keyboard! Oh my God, then it goes somewhere, to someplace, and somehow, you can get it. You know sometimes me and Mr. Keyboard get along right nice. It's like we are in tune, then we're fighting like cats and dogs. Neither seems to win, we turn and try again another day. That's why I try to write a post a day hoping someday, me and Mr. Keyboard will become a team. There has to be a reason why, it's easy sometimes and horrific others. Maybe I should talk softly and caress it for a moment, instead of after I'm having trouble and we are not getting along use these words, you stupid  ?*&@#$%^&*???!  

Possibly, maybe, I'm not totally convinced, but maybe there is something to getting in a zone, or zoning the world out or getting in a boat and going down a stream to get in the screaming for consciousness shite, or a spirit helps or I fall to sleep and Mr. Keyboard and Mr. Monitor team up and say "we best help this old fool" I don't know, I throw up my hands and say, "I don't give a rats arse, no more, I'mma, gonna. sit right down, and write a little somethun, somethun!!!" No matter who's helping me! Unless of course the computer screws up or the guys at C.E.R.N. BLOWS US UP AND WE'RE SWALLOWED UP INTO A BLACK HOLE OR SOMETHUN!!!  SHOULD I BE C-O-N-C-E-R-N-E-D AT ALL ABOUT THAT?

Sorry you see that's why I be somewhat concerned about them mad scientist be a ferking around with that shite! They'll blow our arses to Uranus or farther. I say " don't be a playing around with that God particle stuff!"

I say "if they have been making automobiles for over a hundred years and can't produce automobiles without recalling them and having to repair them, don't . . . I say don't be a playing around with that hog, bison, something or the other particle."

I DO GET CARRIED AWAY SOMETIMES . . . DON'T I?

WHAT KIND A WRITING DO I DO HERE ON GLENVIEW?

I AIN'T A NEVER GONNA KNOW, AND I DON'T WANNA KNOW. I ABSOLUTELY HATE LABELS! I BE ME, JUST PLAIN OLD ME, AND I SITS DOWN HERE, AND MAKE THIS HERE TYPING, POSTING, BLOGGING, OR WHAT, FUN. IFFUN SOMEDAYS A STREAM WANNA FLOW THROUGH ME BRAIN, FINE. IFFUN A SPIRIT WANNA WRITE A LITTLE SOMETHUN, SOMETHUN FINE!

ALL I WANT BY CHRISTMAS IS FOR ME AND MR. KEYBOARD TO GET ALONG!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

I've Lived Through Another Day!

Well, well, well, what's on the agenda for today? I mean as right now at 6:12 a. m. Da, da, da . . . I don't know I'm so relaxed, damn ice tea has made me so sleepy, I can't think straight. I see spots in front of my eyes, oopsey, my glasses are dirty! Wasn't planning on typing anything, but as I take my nighttime meds, the monitor is looking at me. I have one of them old tube type monitors on a swivel base, it turns to me as I enter the room. I said "okay but you better make it worthwhile!"

I do reckon, I've lived through another day! About now your asking yourself "how does he mean that last sentence?" "Am I right?"

Seems there's not much to live for anymore. I've simplified my life as much as possible so as to not stir up demons. I've had to live with them my whole life, the only way to control them, is to not allow their presence. Bury them deep, to keep on living. An hereditary ailment, plus seeing in person far too many times, has forever scarred me.

Certainly didn't see the last paragraph jumping in the post tonight! I am tired, tiredness has a way of bringing out whatever is on your mind. Not just from the tiredness of work, it goes much deeper. Such tiredness has been accumulating over life. I must understand, that search for understanding, making sense where there be no sense, is killing me! 

I have the feeling that I've over stayed my welcome. I'm so out of touch with the modern ways, also I see no need in joining them. Many times I feel like my little corner of the world has been afflicted with a virus, and I'm the only one not affected. It's funny and sad at the same time. I tell myself, "it's just you." Does not help a bit.

At work last night an answer to why I cannot just let it be! Meaning be like the rest of the Ya-hoos..

I can't, it has been instilled into from such an early age. Responsibility is lifetime baggage. You cannot get away from it, no matter how hard you try, and that demon is taking the life out of me, because I cannot change!!!

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

comedy of errrs . . . (4) 7/14/2014

                                            THE LONESOME RIDER

Most of you know how I hate Mondays! I just do okay?  Takes me several hours to get in the groove. There was no groove tonight. I wish I could just concentrate on my teeny tiny speck of the world and job! Yes I do! It's when my eyes do the wandering thing, then my mind does the wondering thing, then I get to thinkin', soon thinkin' turns to all sorts of other bad habits I cannot break! Like asking WHY??? and the getting all worked up over the stupidity of it all!  I'm almost deaf, what if I was blind, then I wouldn't see the ignoramuses being plum ignorant!  NO! I reckon that would not work, I can do my job deaf, but blind no! ( Remember now I'm just being silly! )

I do see though, WHY! things are the way they are though.

I remember, well that's not quite true, I remember something I read somewhere, but not the exact quote so I'll Glen View it.

"STUPIDITY IS REPEATING THE SAME THING, OVER AND OVER, AND EXPECTING A DIFFERENT RESULT."

Once upon a time here in the rust belt of America, we produced a lot more than rust. We were a proud productive people. Well at least in the injection molding and finishing business where I spent the majority of my work life. Poor people come up from the poor states searching for their piece of the pie. ( By the way apple is my favorite! )  (( Why did I feel the need to add that? It popped into my head, OKAY? ))

Where was I? I learned more about a workin', a managing from a redheaded hell cat from the hills of Tennessee than all the other so called managers, supervisors, bosses, er whatever you wanna call them!!! You did it her way or you would be out on highway, but if you was a good worker, she'd fight the Devil himself for you! Yes, she would! Me and her hit it right off. I'd ask Christina Mae " how many ya want me to run tonight?" I'd produce that, and one more.

I be a wandering once more, imagine that! This here stream of thinkin' whatch-a-ma-call-it, a spirit, a writin, fer me, WHATEVER has taken a side road to where I was a going to take you tonight. I'll touché upon the main point. ( Bout now yer a wandering did that dumbass mean to say touché or
touch? I gotta keep ya on your toes here on "The Lonesome Writer/Rider."

I do suppose I took too many aspirins today. My body don't ache, but my mind is going places it AIN'T NEVUR gone before.

MY GRANDFATHER WAS BORN IN 1903 AND FOR A LONG, LONG TIME PEOPLE GREW UP KNOWING WHAT WORK WAS!!! COMMON SENSE WORKING HARD GOT YOU A LONG WAY.

SOMETHING HAPPENED ALONG THE WAY, COMMON SENSE, TEAMWORK, PRIDE GAVE WAY TO THE ME, ME, ME PERSON. PRODUCTIVITY, COMMON SENSE, TEAM WORK IS AT THE LOWEST LEVEL I'VE EVER SEEN.

I BEST LEAVE IT RIGHT THERE, ANY MORE WOULD BE RANTING AND I GROW MORE TIRED EVERY DAY, BY GETTING ALL WORKED UP OVER SOMETHING I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER!!!!! Glen!   (goodnight and i hope my aspirins never wear off! )

Sunday, July 13, 2014

To Think, Another Day!

I have been pretty much out of it the last few hours sitting on the couch somewhat watching television. My dog is under the blanket so snug and safe I do believe I'm jealous. This relaxing spell of non-movement, peace and quiet is 'bout as good as it gets. I shall compare it to the post I wrote a few months ago "The Three Hour Minute."

(I see now I may not make it through this post as I'm now at the computer and my brain is flashing 15% I need to regenerate as in Dreamville. )

During the last few hours I have been watching the show "House." I like this show and happen to catch 3 episodes, I've not seen.

(Dag-nap-it! It's not like I don't make enough errors when I try not too, my mind is shot, but I must get out this one thought! I'm making so many mistakes, if I stop this thought will be gone forever, so at one point I'll let er fly and hell who knows it may be fun, I've already laughed at some words! )

As my mind is slowed to a school zone speed, I actually think I may have caught a few winks as I tried watching House. It was during the commercials that my brain wanders in and out of many lands. It's a good feeling as my eyes fixate on the beautiful colors of my big screen. I swear I could write a post per commercial as these late night commercials go on and on! It was during one of these breaks I had the thought I'm aboutto tell you about, so here goes.

Once I was able to read, seems I got lost, reading so many books, comic books, magazines anything with words. I outgrew Fun With Dick And Jane very quickly. I was a voracious reader for the next half century. I was the book, I became the black upon the white, I did not want it to end, but they always did. Then I had a high closing it, then a let down, I must get another.

The daily newspaper has been a part of me since Dick and Jane. Now I skim it finding a few worthy articles usually hidden in the back and very few lines. My favorite part now is once a month my hometown newspaper has a special insert of about 24 pages about local farmers, always there's spectacular pictures of farm animals. Some of these farmers have farmed the same land many generations.

About 10 years ago I lost the desire to read, don't know why except the fricking words seem to have  become smaller. I pert-nert stopped reading all together. One day I decided I've always had poor handwriting and I had free time I began by scribbling the alphabet just like in first grade. The hell with this shite boring! Never been one for lacking imagination I take to writing whatever comes into my mind.

 I said to myself, "if your going to waste away time, learn to type!"

"What? I answered back to myself, you ain't never typed in your life and have not, a computer!"

My wife had kept her old computer, it was sitting in the closet. So I spent much of one winter writing my first short story "The Flame." I was so pissed off at my inability I gave up for a year or two. I try again and that S. O. B. kerplunk! I got another child's computer for $20. I'm sure as hell not gonna spend money for a good one if I can't type! I was getting along, although not smoothly, many a cuss words made their way into my stories. I was rewriting The Flame because it was lost. I practiced every night, then that S. O. B. blew. I come to the conclusion that this child's computer could not take ME no more! I was heartbroken! That was that, I decided to live with it. Then about a year later my buddy told me about starting up a blog and I still remember saying "a what?" Yep! the only computers I had, I burnt up, and I was done with 'em! He got me a tryin' once more, I went back to writing by hand. He published one of my stories, a true one as a matter of fact and seeing that thing in black and white the flame was lite again. He created Glen View for me and I began practicing again. That was over four years ago and I'm still a typin' and a practicin', yes I am!

Somewhere in this rambling I lost sight of the thought I had while daydreaming a little, watchin' House a little, looking at the beautiful colors on my big screen a little, and thinkin' a little. I hope I can recapture a little of the thinkin' part!

IT WAS SOMETHING ALONG THESE LINES. LEARNING TO READ WAS SALVATION TO A YOUNG BOY WITH IMAGINATION TO SPARE,  KEEPIN', A YOUNG MAN FROM EVIL. ENTERTAINED ME THROUGH DARKNESS OF MANY, MANY, KINDS. KEPT MY IMAGINATION UNDER CHECK, BY PUTTING IT TO WISER, SAFER USE.

AFTER MANY YEARS OF NOT READING SOMETHING WAS MISSING, MANY DIFFERENT SIGNS OF DARKNESS COME UPON ME. TOO SURVIVE, TOO THINK ANOTHER DAY SOME PART OF ME KNEW, I MUST FIND SOMEWHERE'S TO GO WITH ALL MY THOUGHTS AND ENERGY. THAT ENERGY IS GOING TO DESTROY ME IF I CAN'T CHANNEL IT, INTO SOMETHING USEFUL . . . AT LEAST TO ME, BECAUSE WHEN YOU THINK TOO MUCH, THINGS CAN GO ROUND AND ROUND AND DO A BODY ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD!

I hope this makes a little sense. I've thought of giving up many times it's too hard, you cannot teach an old dog with one foot a straddling the grave! Then I remember the love of reading that started it all. IF I CAN GIVE ANYONE OUT THERE LAUGHTER, A TEAR, ANY KIND OF ENTERTAINING AND YOU COME BACK FOR MORE, THEN IT'S CERTAINLY WORTH IT.

I WISH TO THANK FROM DEEP WITHIN MY HEART, THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE
COME UPON MY HUMBLE HOME. I APPLAUD THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE READ MOST OF MY 750 + RAMBLING POST.

I'M TOO TIRED TO CARRY ON ANYMORE, PLEASE FORGIVE MY ERRORS AS I INTEND TO PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE, TILL I ACHIEVE PERFECTION . . . NAH!!! THAT AIN'T MY STYLE, I'M A SIMPL MAN THAT WISHES ONLY
"TO BE ME!"  UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!!!

Saturday, July 12, 2014

comedy of errs . . . (3) 7/12/14

I took off Thursday, almost took off Friday! I follow my normal routine and find myself sitting on my work table waiting for the children to walk through the door, late as usual. Something different was in the air. I'm ready and a waitin', Boss 2 turns the machine on at exactly time to go to work, a couple of us older ones are there and ready, them young-uns ainna even in the building. I look her in the eyes she be a ready today, serious I'd reckon! I betcha the chief bosso gave her a wee piece of her mind!
Ya gots to have leaders, somebody gots to be in charge, ya know! It was a complete turn around from Wednesday! Why is that? Eveerythang be ready! right! and turned on properly! ya see! Ya gots to do things right the first time, everything be screwed up, when it ain't done right. I been workin in these here factories for over 40 years and the bestus thing you can do is, be prepared! It be rather simple, plan your work and work your plan. Somethun you have done hundreds of times should come easy and you should damn well know what the hell your doing, sheesh . . . good Lord almighty ain' rocket science, you know!!!

Damn! I just thought of somethun, if work went well what the hell am I going to talk about? I be confused on that one. I never thought I would find myself in this embarassing sitiation, especially so soon after starting this run! Just goes to show toy you best have a back up plan, miracles can happen! I don't and, apparently, I'm @#$%ed!

I'm shocked an awed, could it be all I had to do was write an article about this, to fix this problem? I along with others have suffered for years, laughed, cried, shaking our heads and such! I use to think "this place is going to give me a heart attack, then I'll get out of here for sure!"

I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TO SAY. THROUGH THE YEARS THERE HAS BEEN ALL KINDS OF QUALITY TERMS, IDEAS TAUGHT, PREACHED ABOUT SO DAMN MANY, I DO NOT KNOW OF THE LATEST, CAUSE I'VE BEEN SO FAR OFF TRACK HERE IN THE WOODS, YA SEE. THERE ARE A COUPLE OF POINTS I WISH TO MAKE FROM A MAN WHO HAS WORKED IN FACTORIES SINCE 1969.

"One is 80% of the problems are from 20% of the causes." If I remember right that was from Walter Deming.

Here is what I have learned throughout all those quality sayings and Philosophies.

Old Glen says "you are the people you hire, and allow to be leaders"

Friday, July 11, 2014

comedy of errrs . . . (2) 7/11/14

I DEDICATE THIS NEW BEGINNING OF???? TO SUE, AND AH-CLEM, MY TWO PALS WHO'LL KNOW THAT THIS IS REAL, AND NOT MY IMAGINATION, HOW CAN THAT BE TRUE?   ((( Whelst these two poor unfortunate souls, one usta and one stilla works there. )))

      The night of 7/9--7/10 were a good un, as far as errrs go, here in The Doodle Factory. The firstus and mostus costliest mistake was made by Boss 2. I have so many Bosses any more, its getting to where there be so many, I'll just refer to them as Boss 1 to wherever it stops.

      Twelve year back when I was but a wee lad on dayshift, there was four Bosses and one employee, ME! That brings up much as in the way of reasoning. Did I do so much work that it took 4 Bosses to take care of me, or was I such a handful it took 4 Bosses to keep me in line? Most interesting, yet complex sitiation, nah, once you go to work here it makes sense!

      I like to get to work a few minutes early, not too many or I might wake up early and ask myself, "whaat in tarnation am I doing here?" I like a, to wake up slowly, at my work table, then I'll just say, "oh what the hell . . .  I'm already here, may as well stay tuned to see what's playing tonight here in Doodle-toon.

      Well Boss 2, boo booed first thing. Done went and made the worstus mistake you can make when turning the machine on that we use every night.  ( Hafta excuse Boss 2, she had been off for three days and apparently forgot the rule that has been pounded into her head for 18 years! )

      I pull into work 10 minutes early and see Bosses 2 and 3 out a smokin' a cigarette. I think, "everythang be a ready, and it'll be a smooth night!!!" I get me a sodie-pop and be a sittin' at me table, so as to get an early start to the funnies that regularly happen here, late as usual come in our young-uns for tonight. Finally everybody be accounted for, not ready to work but here, ya see!

      Remember back now, Boss 2 made a boo boo in turning on the main machine, she turned the air on out of order that caused the machine not to reset itself right, as in timing, and y'all that knows what timing means, knows a, that be mightily important!

      DAMN! there so may travesties in judgment 'bout to unfold I'm getting ahead of myself. She had not corrected, already her mistake as she started the machine the rest of the way up.  ( Please remember at this here a time in this little escapade I did not have all the factoids.) As 13 machines are a clutching them selves in, Boss 2 makes another boo-boo. She should a have already corrected the 1 boo-boo, but no, another boo-boo was made that compounded the first biggest boo-boo. Well ya see none of us knew at this time 'bout them 2 boo-boos. When Boss 3 and I became aware of them boo-boos we were already in deep shite! There is a way of correcting the first mistake but rather than correcting that, another mistake was upon us that led to what was to become another comedy of errors night here in Doodle-toon!

      This sit the stage for the rest of the night. A three hour job turned into four and it was like all left their brains in their automobiles. The dysfunctional band of wonder ones, as in I wonder where their brains are, stayed in play the rest of the night! Easy jobs here in Doodle-toon, seems to be complicated. That folks is where I've come to in the last act of my play called, "comedy of errrs."
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      I decide to take off the night of 7/10--11, that be last night hopefully I shall get this posted.

      I will not, just bring you the dumbassary, of my co-workers, I shall also bring you mine, and dumbassary breeds dumbassary! Yes it does! Look at Washington!!!!

      I have the dumbassary thing darn near every Monday. It's like going from your own private world where you're safe protected to a factory owned by Sponge Bob and other fishees a livin' in the sea own-a-lee, well fishees out of their element would lose brain functioning by getting too much oxygen, ya see!

I PLAN FROM NOW ON TO KEEP A NOTEBOOK WITH ME AT ALL TIMES, SOMETIMES THERE BE SO MUCH A GOING ON AND ME OLD BRAIN AINNA WHAT IT USED TO BE. I PLAN TO UPDATE YOU ON MY ESCAPEDES WHERE THERE SEEMS TO BE NO ESCAPING DUMBASSARY OF THE CHOSEN ONES, INCLUSING ME! Thank you and goodnight!

Thursday, July 10, 2014

comedy of errrs, oops . . . errors! ( 1 )

THIS IS THE BEGINNINGS OF WHAT I HOPE WILL BE, REGULAR THERAPY SESSIONS
FOR ME, AND FUN FOR YOU. I'VE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR A LOOONG TIME. I WISH TO TRY THIS OUT AS A BREAK FROM MY EVERY DAY MADNESS. I WISH TO TAKE YOU WHERE NO  "NORMAL"  HUMAN BEING HAS GONE BEFORE, AND TO REALLY PLAY UPON MY OWN VOCABULARY, AS I ACTUALLY HEAR IT, IN MY HEAD!
PLEASE REMEMBER NOW, I'M ACTUALLY 50% DEAF IN BOTH EARS.

Seems I must type a little somethin', somethin', afore bedtime. Habits are hard to break and I began this habit to learn to type, so seems I must. Don't know if it'll get published but practice makes perfect, I heard somewhere. The only thing I can say about that is . . . here in Daisyville and in the Little Shop of Tales, wherst I maka my money, it be a story everyday. I've been putting off writing 'bout most of the shenanigans, well sir I didn't believe no one in the world would believe them! There be a few out there that I know who would believe me, but the rest'll just say, "that Glen sure has an imagination!!!" Whilst that be true, sure-enuff, my nightly goings-on in The Doodle Toon Factory be real, not staged, and so darn hilariously funny, yet sad. Why funny and sad? That there perplexing sitiation is where I have found myself many times as I wanted to write about "The Lifes And Time In The Doodle Toon Factory." I think I'll use the title comedy of errrs, as one could write possibly, forever if an old man continues to work there. SHITE! an unlimited supply of errrs are fer a sure there, oh, oh, oh that old man be played by yours truly!

Wherst should a I begin? This factory be nestled in a woods, next to an interstate, on the outskirts of a city. You know a thought just caressed me head. Is there somethin' in the woods, diesel fumes from the constant never ending supply of them big assed Peterbuilts? I search for the uniqueisity of this most unusual factory in the woods. So it'll be a quest of mine to reason out the off kiltered factory as to why it's so off kiltered?

OH MY GOD, I WILL USE MY OWN CHOSEN VOCABULARY IN THIS ENDEAVOR TO ACTUALLY GET ACROSS THE HIGH STRANGENESS, NO, NO, NO ALIENS ARE NOT INVOLVED! THE ONES I WILL BE BRINGING TO YOU ARE STRANGE ALRIGHT THAT'S FOR CERTAIN! MY DAILY DILEMMA IS IN FIGURING OUT HOW SO MANY "WEIRD ONES" CAME TO BE EMPLOYED HERE IN "THE DOODLE TOON FACTORY." I HAVE WORKED FOR 44 YEARS IN FACTORIES, DONE EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE, FROM JANITOR TO BOSS, BUT NOTHING EVER, LET ME REPEAT THAT,   "EVER"   PREPARED ME FOR WHAT I'LL BE BRINGING YOU. SO I'MMA GONNA TELL YOU STRAIGHT OUT THE ACTUAL REAL TO LIFE HAPPENINGS WHERST I WORK.

OKAY NOW I KNOW YER THINKIN', HOW CAN I DO SUCH MADNESS?

IN MY DEFENSE AND AS AN ANSWER TO THAT QWESTION.   "ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS READ SOME OF MY POST-IT-NOTES AND YOU'LL SEE THAT I BE THE RIGHT MAN FOR THE JOB!!!"  I HAD PLANNED TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE HAPPENSTANCES OF 7/09/2014, BUT, BUT, BUT, I WAS TOO WINDY IN DESCRIBING WHAT I'M A PLANNING ON ATTEMPTING. goodnight ( oh God what have I done? Am I still thinkin'? )    

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Rainy days and Mondays, always get me down!!!

I have said before how much I hate MONDAYS! Seems I always have. However after thinking upon it I do not remember hating Mondays in grade school. I loved grade school1 I was still a kid during this part of the formative years. Yes, I believe I was a typical kid during that period. What changed?

I reckon certain happenings that soon changed a child into feeling the unbearable responsibilities that were to come, too soon, that shortchanged my childhood, into adult-reality! Walls built of Bugs Bunny, The Three Stooges, The Little Rascals, The kind of imagination obtainable only thru books, dreams, was shattered. Walls built out of love, unlike non other, except . . . a mother's love, come crumbling down searching for another breath, another heart beat. My best friend, my hero, my loving grandpa could no longer catch his breath! He passed away at my current age, from smoking cigarettes for 40 years! He's been gone for 50 years, yet I am still able to visualize, feel . . .  that exact moment I heard the news "he had passed away." I lay there deathly still, crying in my bed with such a heavy weight, now I feel as an adult, that child perished, at that moment. The burden of life, of living, I choose not, to carry, seems the young boy, now a man, hasn't a choice.

Six years before, I lost my younger sister, I was six, she was but 18 months. I retain with me until this day, her love, bright red hair, a beautiful smile. Mostly the first flash in my mind is, a six year old seeing her without a smile lying in the casket, no movements, that's not my Sissy! Adults cannot explain to a six year old what is going on. So the picture of her in the casket will not recede, it's stuck at that moment in time!
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SORRY! One never knows what will happen when you sit down and wait for words to happen, perhaps there is something to this automatic writing, huh?
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I SHALL CLOSE ON THESE FEW WORD THAT HAVE TAKEN ME BACKWARDS,   ( which mentally has taken its toil all these years, )  PERHAPS FOR A REASON AND SLEEP UPON THEM, WHO KNOWS HOPEFULLY SOME OF THAT LOST LOVE WILL REJUVENATE ME TO LIVE MANY MORE MONDAYS, NOT HATING THEM, CERTAINLY THERE MUST BE A REASON AS I STARTED THIS POST TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH I HATE MONDAYS AND PROCEED TO DEATH OF LOVED ONES IN MY FORMATIVE YEARS THAT HAS CAST A GLOW ON WHOM I AM FIFTY, AND FIFTY SIX YEARS LATER???????????????? HOW CAN ONE FIGURE SUCH UNANSWERABLE QUESTIONS?    ( You know there has to be a reason why these words appear tonight! Perhaps, my cleansing is needed or to help another! ) 

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT TAKING A LITTLE BREAK, WHO KNOWS? GOOD NIGHT AND MAY GOD BLESS!!!   ( Red Skeleton always ended his show with that . . . )

Sunday, July 6, 2014

HARD WORK, EFFORT, AND WILL!

I  have simple ways. Never too much thought of being simple before. I known what I like and know what I don't like! If that's simple then "simple r me."

I once thought I could fix any problem, by thinkin' it through. How silly I once was! Hard work, effort, and will, an awful lot goes on in those three simple parts of the equation. Yes sir!

Question, would I trade back for those three things at this moment in my life???

I wish to further evaluate each of these. Having the physical ability to work as hard as it demands certainly can accomplish magnificent things. After tackling a project beyond your expectations and ability gives you a feeling of self-satisfaction second only to one thing. Pushing the limits, raising an adrenalin high is, is, is pure drug free live dream! ( I'm not going to go into details this encompasses so many things, most of which are simple, BUTT require monumental labor!

Effort. Wow! I never thought about the definition before. Everyone knows what effort is, don't we? Effort is a miracle sometimes it seems to a simple man like me! The effort of some people have had a profound impact in history and our every day simple enjoyments and liberties we take for granted. No need to rattle on about such things we overlook them so much.

Will wowza!!! Baby, that ain't as easy to define neither! I could goggle, bing it, or somethun, but I don't a wanna! I may after I get done writing 'bouts what I wanna, maybe I will or maybe I won't depends on the will I have at that time. There's a race drive who's name is Will Powers, you know maybe if I could of chosen my name instead of Glen, named after my grandpa, I would a named myself Will Power.

Talk about an advertising gimmick if it was a super star athlete, earning many gold medals in the Olympics, being put on the Wheaties box. Damn Will Power has the power! Everybody wants to be like Will Power, ol' Will be a makin' money so fast, so free. so easy now!

SORRY, I got sidetracked, just being me! Ya see!

Will, be the hidden powers of the universe! Some have that will, no matter what! Being around them make you better just by being there. What the hell is it? It be not arrogance, but confidence. They come from the same humble beginnings as I, but go on to do wonderful things. The will has always been in them, it cannot be schooled in! Where does this will come from?

I'M ABOUT AS SIMPLE A MAN AS ONE CAN BE TODAY. YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE IT THAT WAY! WOULD I TRADE TODAY FOR YESTERDAY AND THOSE THREE THINGS I BRIEFLY TALKED ABOUT EARLIER. DANG TOOTIN!!!

MY MIND IS A RAMBLING, I SURE WOULD TRADE TODAY FOR YESTERDAY. I COULD CALL MY YOUNGER DAYS AS SIMPLE IGNORANCE, YEP, THAT SEEMS TO FIT. I THOUGHT ONCE I'D LIVE FOREVER, UNKNOWINGLY IGNORING EVERYTHING. THERE ALWAYS WILL BE TOMORROW.

NOW I LOOK BACK AND SEE MY LIFE FLASHED AWAY, THE PAIN, THE AGONY, MENTAL AND PHYSICAL, I'VE LEARNED MANY THINGS, THAT DO ME NO GOOD, ONLY THE THOUGHTS AND THE DREAMS OF AN OLD MAN, SOON TO BECOME DUST IN THE WIND, BUT ONLY IF I GET CREMATED AND RELEASED HIGH UPON A HILL. THAT DOES SOUND NICE!

Friday, July 4, 2014

Daisy-doodle-toons!

A person should write about what he knows about. That don't leave me much, in my world. Working, dreaming and hurting sums in up today. I've talked about some of my physical AND mental difficulties, boring!

Bout at this here very moment, all my joints with the exception of my toes hurt. Bout now I'm wondering why they don't?

Today started off like a normal day here in Daisy-doodle-ville. Believe me you don't wish to know what normal is here!

Normal for me is to get up and go straight to work, if I think bout it, then I may not go to work, you see! I like to get to work a few minutes early, so as when I do wake up I'm already here and say   "what the hell, I'm already here so I'll see was-up!"  I'll get me a bag of chips and 35 mg of soda to help in the waking up process. I go out to my work area and sit for a few minutes easing into the damn work thing! Little did I know today, today is not going to be a normal day for me.

The young ones start coming in a few minutes after starting time per normal. I'm still sitting on the table. After many, many minutes as in 15 I'm still sitting on that table, seems people don't want to work or technicians haven't done their techniquing-thing-you know!!!! NORMAL! Round here! My sodie pop is empty and I'm a fixin' to do some work when them technicians get their act together! The young ones seem bout now ready to work a little. Takes them longer than me, what with there, pulling their pants up and adjusting their underwear so as we can see them! We still ainna running, them technicians be having some problems, too many Budweisers, er somethun, I reckon! The metal table I've been a sittin' on is getting hard and my ass has gone completely numb! While them technicians we a doin' whatever the heck their a doin', I'm a gonna unthaw my arse! I mosey to the bathroom in my best, moseying with my nuts numb from sittin' on that metal table fer too fricking long! I should just told them   "you've taken too long, my nuts are numb and I've missed my perfect starting point, so I'm going home and going back to bed and dream that this was only a nightmare in Daisy-dodle-ville! "   

Problem with that is they would answer,   """HUH???"""    and I would not have the energy to repeat them few words again!

Now that them young ones are there and not out wandering, it'd be the correct moment to do some workin'!!! DAMN!!! the machine comes to life! Them highly paid technicians, fergot to turn the dang electric and air on!   """"SHITE,"""    here we go AGAIN!!!

Wellst it takeths Glen, being he's an older man, some time and a handful of pills to get a going. Then if he times his meds right and his Aleve, pain pills you know! right then he has a safe take off and landing! Wellst, it weren't meant to be today. here in the little factory of a lot-O-horrors!

Somethin . . . I say something was a miss! Old Glen just ainta gettin' it fer some weason! I done a systems check and found out I was done a couple cylinders, but I can still get through this thing on Will Power, man I had that dude!!!

The damn dirty deed, somehow some way shape er form, with the fine crew of? What's the name of the boat on Gilligan's Island? The three hour thing turned into four, and we never found our skipper. Gilligan was lost some where in the sea.

Wellst I did get carried away again, IMAGINE THAT!!!

Wellst I be a fixin' to go back to bed. I got up fer some weason and I sit down here and damn this whatever comes out without ever saying what it was I was a going to say, so this be mu post for today. I just wished I could remember what it was I was a going to say. GOODNIGHT AND I'm TOO TIRED RO CHECH SO WHATEVER WILL BE WILL BE.