REPORTAR UN ROBO A LOS POLICìA — Sayulita, Nayarit, Mexico Cuatro de Febrero, dos-mil-y-diez-y-seis: Sumtimes it feels like the yooniverse (as one perceives it) is collapsing in on itself. These passed two daze have come close … but toadull collapse … Continue reading
??? My 3 or 4 semi-regular readers are probably NOT wondering nor worrying about my increasing diminishment of frequency of writing, and posts. Just another bit of good news in the over-loaded mind-numbing never-ending tsunami of banter on the ‘net … Continue reading
A few weeks back, being the start of Hanukkah, Betty decided we should do our version of the seasonal ritual known to many as the “cutting of the Christmas tree”. Except we cut off a branch or two which the tree(s) won’t … Continue reading
UUuaaauuu (the Melanesian Frog God) & other quasi-esoteric thinly-veiled nonsense It’s as if Betty advertised for musicians to sing harmony with her – we went out and bought a “box”. She sings, and the device (‘box’) facilitates voices (hers, but … Continue reading
DEATH MUST BE mmmm n ENT Becuz: 1. in so-called geologic time, none of us (except the immortalz, or izzit the heavily-endowd-&-xxxtreemlee-juiced IMMORALZ?) don’t last very long. #2 in the un 4t u (in)nate circum(cisn)stances: i finished a running race … Continue reading
NEVER A TICKET TO THE WESAK An entity, through depth of present incarnation; or a combination of intradimensional inquisitiveness, embodiment of cosmic scope, and being attuned to the vagaries of the perturbations of the here and now — just might … Continue reading
Betty doesn’t so much peer, as sneer, into the abrupt sheer walls of the Black Canyon (of the Gunnison). We hadn’t been to the North Rim of the Park before, until early October (2015). Yeah, like her — I was overcome by … Continue reading
I’m gonna needa huge-r pillow. (Thatsa lying from “So I married an Ax Murderer” — Mike Myers, anybody?) I called my/our son a coupla/three weaks back and when he answered (uh, a later Thursday afternoon) I right away asked “is … Continue reading
“Rosco, wake up!” Betty exhorted “Huh, wha — ?!” I not-so-articulated. One of the dogs had barked, puncturing our velvet-all-encompassing midnight slumber. I sat up. In the almost-total darkness I reverted to habit, focusing on listening. Crunch! crunch!? some nasally … Continue reading
“Only in Colorawdough”. Well, yes, Washington, and Oregon, too.
Can’t wait …
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Eddy’s coming to visit. Betty (and I) have to make some effort to re-arrange our house so as to (1) make it more safe for a wandering curious 1-year-old (2) make OUR STUFF less likely to break (3) … I’m sure there’s a third concern but we’re focused on #s 1 & 2.
We decided that a “stairgate” is probably warranted. You know, a device which fits in the space at the top of the stairs, fitting tightly and snugly against the walls so as to prevent baby from tumbling down (along with jack and/or jill, broken crowns and all).
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But I couldn’t get the idea of a StarGate out of my head.
There’s a movie (“Click”) wherein Adam Sandler plays a married man who goes to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to buy I-don’t-know-what and ends up at the back of the store, going into the section called BEYOND. Christopher Walken plays the part of the employee back there, and Adam buys a sort of television remote which can SPEED UP (or slow down) TIME, among other things. And … if you can purchase a time-travel/twisting remote at “Beyond,” so I reasoned, it isn’t a stretch that they’d have a STARGATE.
So, I’m considering going into the BEYOND section of the store and purchasing one. You know, a StarGate. Which I can put at the top of the stairs. Yes, there could be problems. Like, if Eddy goes through, where and when and why and how will he end up? Will he be okay? I assume so. I think he’d end up in a place where not only does he have bowell- and bladder-control, heck, he would have CONTROL over any- and everything he encounters. He’d be able to WILL what- and whoever there to do whatever he wants. He’ll master the beasts. Breasts, magnificent breasts of heaven, will appear whenever he so desires, with sustenance of divine (and sometimes playfully diabolic) attributes and taste.
Well, stay toond. At least we’ll buy the stairgate. But the idea of the StarGate got me thinkin’. The doggzenkatz would probably go into it, too. And if not they, something(s) else might come back.
Liven up a dull day, eh?
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