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Tag: Recreation

  • Is there a cure for stupidity?

    Is there a cure for stupidity? Nope.

    “Stupid is as stupid does.” ~Forrest Gump

    If you had a million dollars to reduce stupidity where you live, how would you spend it?

    I first would round up the stupid ones of all ages, put them on a train and haul them to FEMA camps for indefinite detention. But that’s only a fable story.

    An alternate solution could be: Just don’t have children and abort the ones that will be known to have defects. And use the ones with disabilities to do simple tasks for businesses.

    Another alternate solution could be: Let them live and continue to fool them into believing that everything is fine and dandy and that a savior will come (after thousands of years) to save the day and night.

    —

    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/12/10/is-there-a-cure-for-stupidity/

  • 20111123-Divorced Nutter

    At 07:44am this morning, I saw the divorced nutter out of the corner of my left eye as we were backing out of the driveway. She stood on the sidewalk and looked at the renter, who was inside his gray-colored station wagon-like car. Usually the renter would leave between 07:00am to 07:35am. But this morning was unusual because the divorced nutter was there and he was still warming up his car to leave later.

    As I straightened out the car to head off northbound on MY long stretch of road, I saw her look in our direction. I could see her transitional shades through the left/side mirror of the car and her adjusting her “shades” with one hand. Anyway, she is so thin-looking and still short.

    Also, notice the double-digit number of the time at 07:44am when this situation occurred.

  • 20111119-Weathery Ways

    Today’s weather is both beautiful and strange. This morning was sunny and the fluffy, puffy clouds of white showed up. Maw cooked two lunch dishes of adobo chicken and chopped banana peppers outdoors underneath the patio with her electric skillet wok; while I cleaned the old black cage, thinking that Yeyo wasted her time in an empty nest box. I then taped up the holes of a very light-weight, painter’s plastic meant to cover the cage and its metallic black stand for storage in the garage.

    Later the gray clouds and freezing winds started.

    Tonight was raining lightly.

    For the first time in three or so years, hopefully there is no roof leakage.

    Yesterday was nice, though as I slept for two hours in the afternoon.

  • 20111117-Random Thoughts

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” apps of my cellphone:

    2243pm: Maw was tucked in for the night. “This is right.” She said. No. It’s confusing. But the layout of her bedroom “feels” logical. Walk-through in counter clockwise direction along walls to the “right”: Door, (go straight), mirror dresser/jewelry box and junk, amoire/television and receiver, (turn left), windows/blinds, (turn left) matching bedside table/CPAP machine, bed/TempurPedic, folding wooden table, another wooden table, triple lamp pole, (turn left), closets full of clothes, exit door to the right.

    2206pm: Earlier today, I got bored again and deleted all the Favorites from my YouTube account.

    15:00pm: Saw large, white-colored SUV (with CA license plate number ending in 215) pull suddenly behind MY PILE OF YARD WORK from the railroad intersection. A skinny white boy with brunette hair and black and white clothes got out of his “truck” and opened his WHITE hood. He then “hid” behind the “passenger” side of the jacked-up vehicle when I made a U-TURN to slow down and look. It was around 1506pm, because the Mark R. Levin jingle to his show started. When I returned 1/4 of a mile in the direction of Monterey Road via Hedding (to pick up up our repaired chair from Fred (the compadre of Carlos, who later helped us load the chair into Paw’s Mazda), he left the scene, made a U-TURN and took off at the railroad intersection and headed in the northwest direction.

    1320pm: Paw reported that Ossy came back, hollered at Paw and retrieved his ladder, which is left tethered to our home off the side entry way. He sounded out of breath, a sign that his veins are clogged. He had a decided limp yesterday upon entering out home with Erik.

    1153am: At 1145am I completed yard work and heard Paw said his thanks for helping him do the yard work. He should have thanked Maw, too, who helped to scoop the remaining persimmon leaves into the wheelbarrow while I swept our SIDE PROPERTY of FENCE and of EUCALYPTUS TREE and SLABS OF CEMENT. I did the city a favor by sweeping the sidewalk AND streets/curbs with my electric blower/OLD green rake, respectively.

    1153am: At 1120am, the building inspector (from the city) came over, said hello to my while I wore my blue mask and ALL over black outfit while doing yard work off the side street. I told Maw and then Paw that he was here and Paw managed to get his name, Mike. While he was inspecting I noticed a maroon-colored sedan parked north of my work site and next to the second eucalyptus tree growing off the side of the neighbor in front of us. I kept flicking him off until I finished my yard work. He left when I finished, which wasn’t so because Maw took away two of my sweeping tools and had to follow her into the backyard.

    0954am: At 2038pm last night (11/16/2011), I heard the loud grumbling of a spook shifting his car into gear to make donut holes on MY intersection. I jumped out of bed and peeped through my blinds. He sensed that he sensed my presence and left the scene westward on the RUE. I took a VERY BLURRY mental note on the shape of his DARK car, which was VERY pointed at the hood and squared off at the back. A few minutes later, I heard his vehicle grumbling in the VERY distance somewhere, I knocked his car off, too.

    0953am: At 0951am today, I noticed a white bearded guy sitting one table from us. I could see he looked like Santa Claus with his beards and rosy cheeks. He seemed to be prayer with both hands clasped together on the table, his head held downward and his eyes closed. At that time, he sent his purple visual with my eyes closed. He jolted upright and seemed to have touched his throat. That was the area where I wore Shrimpsei’s nano-pendant. At that VERY same time, two waitresses came from behind us and over to serve him. He must be a regular patron of the place. Paw and I had Pumpkin Nut Pancakes, which were delicious! Maw had a power breakfast for $5.

  • What would you do with a year if your goal was to become wise?

    I’d travel around the world and go to that far off place where they have those pieces of wooden records read by old people to the traveler. It is said that the readers are waiting each arrival and are meant specifically for that individual. Neat. Then based on the broken English and interpretation, I’d like to become wise.

    —

    http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2011/11/15/what-would-you-do-with-a-year-to-be-wise/

    If you had the resources to spend a year doing whatever you’d like, and you chose the goal of becoming wise, what would you do with the year?

  • Love, Dove quotes…

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone for quotes found inside the aluminum wrapper of dark chocolate — Love, Dove:

    11/12/2011 18:43pm: “You make everything lovely.”

    11/12/2011 12:48pm: “Dazzle your sense of flavor.”

    11/11/2011 13:48pm: “You don’t need and excuse. You just need a moment.”

    11/07/2011 20:26pm: “Keep your promises you made to yourself.”

    11/06/2011 18:30pm: “Take good care of yourself.”

  • 20111112-More Spooks

    14:44pm: Saw white guy riding a mini-powered scooter eastbound on MY drive. He wore a dark blue jacket with white strips on both sleeves, light blue heans and a dark blue baseball cap.

    09:06am: Saw two Asian Indian couples walking northbound. The husband was many steps in front of his reptilian wife. (She would look up at the workers. Her eye sockets were VERY deep and wide-set into her head. The coloration of her eyes were “dusty” looking.) He was wearing a turquoise-colored turban and sported the normal, thick beard of salt and pepper color. She wore a light olive-colored hoodie. They both wore light brown colored clothes.

    8:25pm: Saw white guy riding bicycle going westbound on MY long stretch of road. He wore black outfit.

  • 20111111-Noticing Numbers

     

    For those who understand eternity as one long, drawn-out fart, today (depending on your timezone location) is supposed to be 11/11/11 (or November, eleven, twenty-eleven). Those are six numbers of “one” in a row.

    At 1:03pm, I was trolling an article via my online reader. And on the bottom of this article there was an image of the American dollar bill. The back side of this dollar bill showed 11:11. The number “one” appears on all four corners on this side of the paper money.

    I never noticed before until now. That must mean I am slow to understand how insignificant one day means to infinity. And I don’t understand why some Jewish masons believe that the capping the Giza pyramid with their symbol is supposed to save the world.

    Again, for those who time travel, that’s non-sense.

  • Smarty pants…

    Well, Kenny boy really knows how to handle his blog, err, educational website. He uses those “high-sounding” words, too. That must mean he is smart, an egg head who knows his human rights and chemistry, too. I’m just wondering/humoring myself if he knows how to make “a 100 percent solution for love”.

    Anyway, my old random thoughts was a comparison between a mathematician, who may have the sexual appetite of a Alabama snake long ago and my math teach in a university. A few days ago, I told a story to Maw and Paw over a meal how everyone dropped out of his class, except one thin, white boy, who got “A’s” on the tests. That was a LOWER DIVISION class at night and for a nursing degree which seemed like the ticket for my success in life. Night classes were usually more difficult to pass because it was late at night and one and one-half hour-long — too long and too late in the day for sleepy minds to stay awake and sharp.

    So the story went one about how the math teacher was NOT very well-kept in appearance. His long camp shirt would come out of his falling slacks. His shoes were brown, by the way. His hair was wiry and the color of salt and pepper. His eyebrows were thick and growing wildly — a sign of a genius mind. His eyeglasses were thick and round like an owl. He has a tendency to lean over the chalkboard while lecturing, slobbering over his words and pushing up his eyeglasses with his right index finger.

    He went too fast for most of us. The textbook was also too difficult to understand. Only a genius would resonate with another geniuses. This would leave most of us dummies appreciating other dummies, with or without good hearts. Plus, we know how to laugh at ourselves for not being that smart and at those who think too highly of themselves, their knowledge and experiences.

    Somehow, I am connecting that creative souls (the colorful kinds you’d see performing in circuses and carnivals and creating in other ways through music, dance, art, literature etc. are also geniuses, sensitive to their art forms and interpretation thereof and highly defensive against criticism, even border-line suicidal if nothing seems right to the beholder of their natural expressions.

  • 20111109-Dream Journal

    Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone today at 07:01am.

    I dreamt of walking ten stories upstairs in a counter-clockwise direction. The walls were white. The stairs were dark wood. I found myself underneath the stairs and walking barefoot through puddles of water, which were upon the rough and uneven surface of cement. I emerged in a general two o’clock direction and wanted to go upstairs in a clockwise direction.

    Next I saw the boy playing with a rocket/launcher from our backyard at night. The rocket was fired and went westbound, leaving some trail. But I saw it landing rather flat in the distance. The boy came over to the back door and smiled to us. He told us about his firing his rocket in the skies. Maw told the boy to “cease and desist”.

  • 20111105-More Spooks

    For the past two days and today, we have been getting noticeable increase in the strange vehicles making rounds in MY neighborhood. This was due to CONTRACTORS parked out front of our home! Your friggin’ morons!

    One was a WHITE “smoking guy”. H was brunette and wore a thick, wrap-around shades. He had his driver’s side window rolled down, had his left arm hanging with a cigarette in hand and drove his BIG red, jacked-up long-bed truck southbound on MY long stretch of road.

    Then at around 1:36pm, when the electrician went to get equipment from his truck parked on the left side of the our drive way in order to re-route the security light fixture from the side wall facing the street, another strange vehicle came southbound on MY long stretch of road and turned left into a rue. The dark blue corvette had it windows rolled down. A very BLACK-skinned man was the driver.

    Anyway, you fools aren’t doing your job all that well. Can’t you take a hint with my rants? I’m still stuck here in this old neighborhood. I really want to move out and away from the area where I grew up and worked. I just want my own pad for once.

  • 20111101-Paw’s Thoughts

    As per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone on 11/01/2011 at 09:18am, we were en route to mail Paw’s letter to the post office. He was talking about how his Metropoplol was free. HOWEVER, the Avodard went up from $22 to $25. His Uroxatral went up from $3 to $9.

    So the “wash” between “free” medicines and the increase in cost of other medicines has been negated/washed! In the end customer’s still “foot the bill”! That’s how capitalism operates: You want it? How much are you willing to pay for it? And you still wonder why there is no cure for the common cold! Get it? There will be no end to these shams!

    At 10:03am and at home, we had our late breakfast of Pandisal from Valerio Bakery. Paw mentioned his insights a few days ago to the shenanigans of the government. For example, although there was the alleged 21 percent increase in Anthem, that fell through the cracks. As for the $5 debit card increase by Bank of America, that too didn’t manifest.

    So Paw had spoken as if he could prophecy the weather, too, uncannily. Actually, it takes no more brains to breath than to figure out how these tactics would never make happy customers. People would stop doing business with price gougers and pull their money away from these thieves and find better business elsewhere; since America is a free economy betweetn buyers and sellers.